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

Deep in the ancestral land of Taoism, in the ancient temple where tablets of sages from past generations are enshrined.

The Taoist ancestor, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed and whose aura was integrated with the entire Taoist tradition on Earth, suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no brilliance in his eyes, only a sense of vicissitudes and compassion as if he had seen through the rise and fall of the ages.

Just now, through the mysterious connection of destiny between the Taoist school and Ning Feng, as well as the weak human willpower gathered by the Taoist school on Earth, he vaguely sensed the desperate situation Ning Feng was experiencing.

"Virtue refines the world, and the remnants of ancient chaos, what a big move." The old ancestor's voice was low and carried a hint of anger.

Without any hesitation, he slammed the mat beneath him with his dry palm.

"Buzz,"

The entire ancestral land of Taoism,

No, it was all the remaining places on the entire planet that had inherited the Taoist tradition, whether it was famous mountains and rivers or small alleys in the city, they all shook slightly at the same time.

The auras that belong to the human race's own civilization heritage, weak but extremely tenacious, light up like sparks and converge towards the ancestral land.

"The Taoist sages of all generations are above us." The old ancestor's hair and beard stood up, burning his own original lifespan which was already dwindling.

The voice was like a mighty bell, resounding in the hearts of every disciple of the Daoist sect. "Now there are heretics who are using evil methods to destroy the hope of our human race and cut off the flame of our civilization. Although our strength is small, we should protect the Dao with our remaining souls."

boom,

The rows of ancient tablets enshrined at the top of the hall began to burn one by one.

That is not the flame of destruction, but the soul fire of dedication.

The burning of each soul fire represents the last remaining mark of a Taoist ancestor in the world, which is sacrificing itself and transforming into the purest protective force.

The Taoist ancestor stood before the burning tablet, his hands clasped together, his face solemn and dignified, and he recited aloud the ancient classic engraved in the depths of the soul of every Taoist disciple:

"Road to Road, very Avenue."

"A name is a name, but it is not an ordinary name..."

"The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth; the named is the mother of all things..."

"Tao Te Ching"!

This is not an attack scripture.

It is explaining the origin of the universe.

A supreme classic that explains the laws of all things and advocates tranquility and inaction.

At this moment, as the Taoist ancestor recited it at the cost of himself and the remaining souls of the sages of past generations, it turned into an invisible and intangible torrent that contained the most ancient wisdom and tenacious will of the human race.

This torrent penetrated layers of spatial barriers, ignored the obstruction of time and space turbulence, and descended precisely into the ancient time and space in an incredible way, enveloping Ning Feng who was about to be submerged in the sea of ​​merit.

boom,

boom,

boom,

At this moment, it is like a stream of clear spring in the hot summer, like a bright lamp in the endless darkness.

The warm but deadly power of merit and vows, when encountering the pure and inaction power of the Tao Te Ching, seemed to encounter some kind of essential restraint.

The force that attempted to erode and assimilate was greatly weakened, and the chaotic wishes and karma of hundreds of millions of sentient beings were also sorted out by this scripture that contained supreme principles.

Ning Feng's consciousness, which was about to sink, seemed to be injected with a cool source of life, and instantly became much clearer.

He felt a power coming from his distant hometown.

This feeling is so familiar and intimate.

That is the resolute will of countless predecessors who sacrificed their lives to protect the Tao.

"It's from Earth, the Taoist tradition..."

An unprecedented light burst out from Ning Feng's eyes, and the holy body that was almost dyed golden once again burst out with a faint primordial light, and began to resonate with the power of the "Tao Te Ching".

"I'm not fighting alone."

He howled to the sky, exhausted from a thousand years of accumulated fatigue.

And the commitment to all living beings and the pursuit of "transcendence".

At this moment, it completely broke out.

"Your merits are imposed shackles."

"My way is the true transcendence."

"Give it to me...break it!"

boom,

"break!"

Ning Feng's long roar penetrated time and space, resonating perfectly with the torrent of "Tao Te Ching" coming from the distant earth.

The tranquility and inaction that explains the origin of Tao is like the sharpest carving knife.

Accurately cut off the shackles of merit that were wrapped around him.

The originally peaceful and warm golden light quickly melted and dissipated like ice and snow encountering its nemesis.

The golden color that had infected Ning Feng's holy body quickly faded away, and was replaced by an extremely pure primordial light that seemed to contain the power to create the world.

"how is this possible?"

The knife-wielding crippled Buddha in the lead roared in shock and anger.

In the hollow eye sockets, the turbid liquid boiled violently. "This is the power of eternal merit and vows. How can it be dissolved by a mere heretical sound?"

"What you call merit is nothing but shackles imposed on the wills of all living beings."

Ning Feng's voice was like thunder, and the Heavenly Dao Sword in his hand hummed excitedly.

On the sword.

The three lines of chaos, primitive desolation, and return to the abyss intertwined and flowed in an unprecedented harmony. The wisp of "transcendent" sword intent was even more condensed and substantial. "Do you really think that you are the Buddha of Merit?"

Ning Feng took a step forward and approached the nine Buddhas.

"It was only once, but now, you have become the running dogs of Heaven."

Every time he took a step forward, he said,

Every step seems to cross the long river of time and space,

Awakening the deaf,

One of the broken Buddhas roared in anger, "I am just a broken karma. What right do you have to say that to us?"

Ning Feng sneered, full of sarcasm, "Today, I will use this way of 'transcendence' to cut off your false eternity."

boom,

A tremendous force surged towards the sky,

This time, he no longer passively defended, but took the initiative to attack.

He took a step forward, and the crumbling ancient earth beneath his feet seemed unable to bear his strength, and began to crack inch by inch.

His figure transformed into a ray of primordial light that tore through the dark red sky and rushed straight towards the nine remaining Buddhas who were chanting the scriptures.