Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

While controlling the furnace to refine the Bone Emperor, Po Jun punched out like a dragon, with golden light shining thousands of feet, challenging the laws of the emperor.

The warriors cooperated with each other tacitly, often forming groups of several or even dozens of people to form battle formations, which could temporarily trap or even injure the emperor.

Their fighting style was brutal and efficient, a life-and-death struggle, filled with pent-up resentment and determination for eternity.

Although the ancient emperors were strong, they were caught off guard by the desperate fighting style of the Heavenly Warriors. In addition, they were afraid of being involved in the heavenly calamity or being surrounded and killed, so they looked a little embarrassed for a while.

Upon seeing this, the Star Realm Gods and the Godly Land forces' eyes flickered, and they did not immediately intervene with all their strength, as if they were planning to reap the benefits.

This imperial-level melee was short and intense.

Finally, with the last desperate wail of the Bone Emperor, he was completely annihilated, and the origin of his imperial way was completely integrated into the earth, causing the earth's spiritual veins to roar again and the spiritual energy to surge.

"Seize the road!"

The one-eyed strong man seized the opportunity and swung his battle axe at the exit of an ancient road that was unguarded.

Boom.

The ancient road passage that was stabilized by the imperial law was split open by him with great force, leaving a huge gap.

"Form a formation and refine the sky!"

Thousands of warriors roared in unison, and their strength gathered, transforming into six giant hands of law that covered the sky and the sun, and they grabbed six ancient roads with relatively weak fluctuations.

The emperors roared in shock and anger and tried to stop it, but they were entangled by the top combat forces such as the Great Demon God, the Lord, and the Broken Army.

The six ancient roads groaned under the heavy burden as the Heaven Warriors concentrated all their efforts to refine them.

The imperial runes on the surface quickly dimmed and then shattered.

Finally, amidst a loud bang that shook the earth and sky, the six ancient roads were forcibly torn out of the void, rapidly shrinking and transforming into six twisted and struggling dragons of light, which were suppressed and taken away by the sky warriors.

Having lost the foundation of the ancient road, the aura of the six emperors connected to it suddenly weakened a lot, and they let out unwilling roars.

But he had to tear the void, retreat temporarily, and disappear into the depths of chaos.

Seeing this, the remaining ancient road emperors knew that it was impossible to do anything and that continuing to fight would only result in greater losses. They all let out a sharp roar and slowly retreated on the ancient roads.

Temporarily hiding in the turbulence of the void, the cold murderous intent was firmly locked on the Earth.

The Star Realm Gods and the Godly Land forces looked at each other, then retreated silently, receding like the tide.

But everyone knows that they will never give up.

They are the ancient emperors. When have they ever suffered such a loss in their entire lives?

The starry sky temporarily returned to calm, leaving only the devastated energy aftermath and the space cracks that had not yet healed.

The warriors restrained their breath, and many of them swayed.

Obviously, they had already consumed a lot of energy and needed to adjust their condition. The simple movement just now was considered a serious injury.

But their eyes were still bright and full of high fighting spirit.

The top fighters including the one-eyed strong man, the great demon, the common leader, Pojun, Tanlang, Qisha and others landed and came in front of Ning Feng.

Ning Feng looked at this group of seniors with powerful auras and felt mixed emotions.

There is both respect and solemnity.

Friend or foe,

He couldn't tell the difference. After all, from a certain perspective, the Sky Warriors could also be considered as harvesting the world's creatures.

The leader looked at Ning Feng and spoke gently, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue: "Ning Feng, I know you have a lot of questions, about us, about Zhan Tian Yi Lu."

Ning Feng nodded silently.

The Great Demon God said in a low voice: "The Zhantian clan is not born and raised."

"They are all like Earth, having been harvested, rising from despair, crying out from the ruins, unwilling to accept their fate, unwilling to be eaten."

"We are the descendants of all living beings who finally embarked on this path of defying the heavens and destroying the Dao. We can be considered as harvesting lives, but we are definitely not on the same path as the Ancient Road Emperor."

“Our road is difficult.”

Po Jun interrupted, the cynical smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a solemn expression, "The so-called battle against the sky is not just a fight with those ancient emperors."

"Instead, we must face the 'power of heaven' in the deepest reaches of the universe. That is the source of all harvest and order."

"It is invisible and intangible, yet omnipresent, setting the rules and shepherding all living things."

"The Ancient Road Emperor is merely one of its stronger minions, or a traitor who has been assimilated into its rules and willingly become its lackey."

The one-eyed burly man said in a hoarse voice, "What we have to do is break the rules it sets."

"Strive for a truly free future for billions of harvested stars, even if the hope is slim and the price is heavy."

Tan Lang licked the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Take this path and you will become an enemy of the myriad worlds and the inherent order."

“Loneliness, misunderstanding, and hunting will become the norm.”

"Even... he might be forgotten by his homeland, misunderstood by future generations as a madman who brought disaster."

The Seven Killings is a succinct statement: "Out of ten deaths, none survive; out of a hundred, only one survives."

Ning Feng was shocked.

Although he had guessed it long ago.

But hearing this cruel truth with my own ears still made me feel indescribably heavy.

The burden is too heavy and the road is too difficult.

Just as his emotions were surging and he was weighing the pros and cons...

Several faint yet extremely familiar and warm auras quietly emerged from the depths of the Earth, condensing into several vague shadows of residual souls.

One of them was the appearance of the Third Ancestor that Ning Feng was familiar with.

There is also the ancestor of the Chao family, and several others who also exude a faint imperial aura, but are filled with a strange aura of righteousness.

The breath of a powerful person on Earth.

"Ancestors, this is the breath of our Earth Star ancestors." Chao Dao and others looked up at the sky.

Everyone on Earth felt something and looked up at the sky.

Soon, several residual souls appeared in the air.

"Ning Feng..."

The remaining soul of the third ancestor of the Ning family looked at Ning Feng, his eyes full of love, pride, and sadness that was difficult to conceal.