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

"Can't wait any longer."

The Great Demon God spoke in a low voice, filled with suppressed pain and determination, "Heaven will not give us time. Ning Fengfu is a man of great fortune and destiny, and he will definitely be able to escape."

"We must continue to move forward, for him, and for all our comrades who died in battle, and tear off more of this dog Tiandao's disguise."

The leader looked at the remaining warriors behind him, all of whom were injured but had determined eyes. A trace of pity flashed across his old face, and then turned into an iron will. "The Great Demon God is absolutely right."

"Stop and you'll die."

"Move forward, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"war!"

"Fight, fight, fight." All the warriors roared in unison.

So, in a tragic atmosphere, the warriors wiped away their blood and tears, buried the remains of their companions, and set out on their journey again.

Twenty-second floor, twenty-fifth floor, thirtieth floor...

The further down you go, the more bizarre and dangerous the environment of the Tiandao battlefield becomes.

Some layers are pure law-strangling fields, while others are filled with illusions that distort the mind.

Some layers are directly the final cemetery of a powerful civilization swallowed by the way of heaven, and they breed ominous taboos.

The battle is endless.

Every breakthrough comes at a heavy price.

In order to protect everyone, an elder of the Yi family detonated his own Thunder Fruit and died together with the disaster of the laws in the first layer.

A commander of the sky warriors who had followed the common leader for many years destroyed his own eyes in order to stay awake in the illusion layer, and eventually died of exhaustion after a bloody battle.

The Great Demon God had more and more wounds on his body, and the demonic flames were no longer as fierce, flashing with an eternal murderous aura.

The picture scroll of the common leader's civilization has almost become transparent, with cracks all over it, and it is all kept alive by his breath of original energy.

Ning Zhan and Yi Zhan, the father and son, are like two spears that never bend. They always charge at the forefront, with countless scars accumulated on their bodies.

They fought bloody battles all the way, and with their tenacious will and their cultivation level constantly improved through fighting, they actually managed to kill their way through layer upon layer of obstacles and advance to... the ninety-eighth floor.

However, standing at the entrance to the ninety-eighth floor, everyone's heart sank to the bottom.

What we see before us is no longer a specific battlefield or ruins, but a chaotic land of "concepts".

Time, space, cause and effect, life and death... all basic laws have lost their meaning here, turning into a colorful chaotic soup full of horror.

Just standing on the edge can make one's foundation unstable and the soul feel like it's about to break.

By now, more than half of the originally mighty torrent of warriors have perished.

Those who survived were all seriously injured, their breath weak, like a candle in the wind.

"Ninety-eighth floor... beyond that, perhaps lies the true core of the Heavenly Dao..." The Lord's voice was hoarse, filled with endless fatigue, "But... can we continue?"

The same goes for the others. Even if their wills are firm, they have to doubt at this moment.

Can they really make it to the end?

……

In the chaotic ancient time, the thousand-year-long battle has come to an end.

The battle between Ning Feng and the Nine Meritorious Buddhas lasted for a full thousand years, and both sides were on the verge of exhaustion.

Ning Feng's holy body became more resilient after being broken and reassembled countless times, and his integration of chaos, primitive times, and Guixu was also further improved.

Even the "transcendent" sword intent became more solid.

However, the nine remaining Buddhas rely on the foundation of the chaotic ancient times, and the power of merit seems to be endless.

"We can't delay any longer..." The knife-wielding crippled Buddha in the lead had a flash of determination in his hollow eyes. "Use this child as a sacrifice to awaken the eternal virtues and restore order to the chaotic ancient times."

The nine remaining Buddhas sat cross-legged in the air at the same time, forming a mysterious formation and trapping Ning Feng in the center.

They gave up the attack and began to chant an ancient and obscure scripture in unison.

This is not an ordinary Buddhist scripture, but the "True Scripture of Merit".

As the scriptures sounded, a strange scene took place.

The entire chaotic ancient space and time, the dark red sky, the desolate earth, the dry riverbed, the skeletons of giant beasts... everything began to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, one illusory figure after another slowly emerged from the long river of time, from the depths of the earth, and from the end of nothingness.