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

"It is the merit of the ancient chaos."

The leader's face changed drastically, and he tried to deduce Ning Feng's whereabouts based on the ruined picture of civilization.

But as soon as the scroll was unfolded, it was disturbed by even more violent space-time turbulence, and the light completely dimmed.

"The space-time coordinates... are completely messed up... He was caught in a deep turbulence, pointing to... an extremely ancient era node."

The sky spins and the earth turns, everything returns to nothingness.

Ning Feng felt like he was drifting in a torrent composed of countless broken times.

Countless historical fragments, silhouettes of civilization, the end of heroes, the joys and sorrows of ordinary people...

It impacted his soul like a kaleidoscope.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe ten thousand years, the violent turbulence finally subsided a little.

He "fell" heavily onto the desolate, ancient land.

The sky here is dark red, like solidified blood. There is no sun, moon, or stars. Only some twisted light bands stretch across the sky like dying giant snakes.

On the earth, the mountains are like the corpses of giant beasts, and the rivers are flowing with turbid liquid.

These liquids exuded a decaying smell, and the air was filled with a wild and Taoist charm.

"What era is this?"

Ning Feng endured the pain in his head that felt like it was about to split and the weakness in his soul, and struggled to stand up.

He could feel that the laws of time and space here were completely different from those of the era he lived in.

More primitive, more chaotic, and more...heavy.

At this moment, nine magnificent golden lights, carrying an indescribable aura of desolation and ruin, slowly came from the end of this vast land.

Those were nine huge shadows of Buddha.

But they are not majestic and precious, but dilapidated.

Some of the golden bodies were covered with cracks, revealing the dark golden bones inside.

Some of the robes were torn, like broken flags in the wind.

Some of them held broken instruments, some even held broken demon-subduing pestles.

Some of them even had hollow eyes, filled with turbid, magma-like liquid.

Their aura is not pure Buddhist compassion, but is mixed with endless merit and power...

A kind of karma and obsession that seems to have been honed by time for billions of years.

"The remnants of the ancient chaos? They should be killed..."

The incomplete Buddha in the lead held a broken sword in his hand and uttered a hoarse and loud Buddhist chant.

The sound shook time and space, causing Ning Feng's already confused soul to be shaken even more violently.

"The Nine Meritorious Remaining Buddhas..." Ning Feng understood instantly that he was not only caught up in the turbulence of time and space.

He was even thrown directly into the legendary "turbulent ancient times".

And encountered an ancient existence that was barely surviving in this era, but was still extremely powerful.

These remaining Buddhas seemed to have mistaken him for some kind of "remnant" of this era.

There was no extra communication and the battle broke out instantly.

A crippled Buddha threw out a broken purple-gold bowl. The bowl swelled in the wind and turned into a huge mountain. Carrying the power of merit that could suppress the ages, it covered Ning Feng's head.

The power of merit is not nourishment, but carries the will to save, to completely "rationalize" Ning Feng's existence into this chaotic ancient time and space.

Ning Feng mobilized the remaining power of chaos and threw a punch. The fist intent turned into the shadow of a giant axe that created the world and hit the bowl hard.

"Boom!!"

"Boom boom boom,"

The loud noise spread all over the place, and the space collapsed in large areas.

Ning Feng coughed up blood and retreated, and the bowl shook violently, with more cracks on the surface.

After just the initial confrontation, Ning Feng felt tremendous pressure.

The power of these broken Buddhas is extremely high, and they are closely integrated with this chaotic ancient time and space, as if they can mobilize the remaining power of the entire era.

Another broken Buddha was chanting ancient scriptures, and golden "卍" Buddhist characters flew out like golden meteor showers, blocking all of Ning Feng's escape routes.

These Buddhist texts contain terrifying power of purification and salvation, which can reach anything they touch.

Whether it was rocks or the void, they were instantly transformed into the most primitive particles and absorbed by the Buddha's light.

Ning Feng pushed the "Guixu" sword intent to the extreme, and the Zetian sword drew a mysterious trajectory, and the tip of the sword shattered the "卍" characters one by one.

But the recoil force still caused his tiger's mouth to crack and his holy body to roar.

The battle was extremely brutal.

Ning Feng used all his methods, creating chaos, roaring the wilderness, and returning to the abyss of silence. He could even occasionally evoke a sense of "transcendence" and cut through the Buddha's light.

boom,

However, the nine remaining Buddhas cooperated with each other tacitly, and the power of merit was endless, which aroused the vicissitudes of the ancient times and turned into various terrorist attacks.

Time seems to be accelerated here.

Year after year, under the dark red sky, Ning Feng and the nine remaining Buddhas continued to fight.

He witnessed the changes of the earth, the shifting of mountains and rivers, and even occasionally saw the skeletons of some terrifying beasts from the ancient times, emerging from the dust and turning into dust in the aftermath of their battles.

His holy body was shattered time and time again, and reassembled again and again under extreme circumstances. He repaired it with difficulty with the help of the ancient Taoist rhyme and combat insights absorbed from the turbulence of time and space.

Every repair means a new life.

Become stronger at a time.

His hair grew and broke, broke and grew again, and the youthfulness in his eyes had long been replaced by the vicissitudes and perseverance of eternity.

One hundred years, three hundred years, five hundred years...

He was dragged into this chaotic ancient time and space, and entangled with the nine meritorious and remnant Buddhas for a whole thousand years.

Perhaps only a hundred years have passed in the outside world, but for him, it is a real thousand years of wandering on the edge of life and death.

At the same time, on the main line of the Tiandao battlefield.

The Co-Lord, the Great Demon, Ning Zhan, Yi Zhan and others watched Ning Feng being swept away by the turbulence of time and space, but they were powerless to stop it.

They tried various methods, and even the leader went so far as to burn the origin of the civilization scroll again to deduce, but they could only confirm that Ning Feng was not dead.

But he was trapped in an extremely ancient and chaotic space-time node and could not return in a short time.