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

Chapter 1595

"Grass and trees? Wither!"

His fingers were like swords, and the chaotic power of gods and demons and the holy thunder compressed at his fingertips were condensed to the extreme, turning into a gray, inconspicuous sword light that shot out.

"laugh!"

The soul-eating poison vines were piled up and twisting wildly, but the sword light ignored them and pierced through the deepest part of the forest with incredible precision, to the hidden core of the High Priest of Plants.

It was a beating emerald green heart with countless roots entwined around it.

It is his origin. If it is killed, it will not be able to regenerate. This is his foundation and lifeblood.

"Ugh!"

A shrill scream that did not sound like a human voice resounded through the starry sky.

The death forest that covered the sky and the sun lost all life in an instant.

The emerald green turned to withered yellow, then to charred black, and finally turned into flying ashes in silence.

The withered body of the High Priest of Grass and Wood was like a burning paper figure. In the interweaving of sword light and chaotic thunder and fire, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and was completely annihilated.

The three kings fell in a matter of seconds.

boom,

boom,

boom,

Then, Ning Feng completely started the harvesting mode.

Heads flew up into the sky one after another.

One body after another was chopped into pieces wherever he passed.

At this moment, Ning Feng was like the chaotic god of death walking on the edge of death. Every time he flashed, a king would die.

Cold, efficient, precise, and extremely desperate.

"Monster, he is the real demon."

A gold king who was lucky enough to be a little far away was terrified and could no longer bear this horrific killing.

The moment fear surged over him, he turned around and transformed into a sharp golden light, tearing through space desperately, just wanting to escape from this Shura field.

so horrible.

Is this the holy realm... Is this the power of the ultimate holy realm?

They even tried to kill Ning and the Saint.

However, just as he was frightened, a cold voice finally sounded.

It was like the voice of death, ringing in my ears.

"Escape? Too late."

Ning Feng's icy voice was like a leech attached to his bones, exploding deep within his soul.

Ning Feng did not move, but just pointed in the air in the direction where the golden light was escaping.

"Great Vacuum Hand Seal!"

boom!

A giant hand covering the sky, formed by pure chaotic energy and violent holy thunder, ignored the distance in space.

In an instant, he appeared above the head of the Golden King.

The five fingers of the giant hand were spread out, and the lines on the palm were like ravines opened up by chaos. It carried with it a terrifying power that could imprison the void and annihilate all things as it slapped down fiercely.

"No!"

The Gold King roared in despair and summoned all his protective artifacts, transforming them into layers of golden light shields.

However, in the face of absolute power, everything is in vain.

Saint is a force that he will never be able to resist in his life.

"Boom!"

The giant palm fell down, like smashing an egg.

The golden light shield and the body of the Golden King were instantly turned into a golden-red mist mixed with metal fragments and flesh and blood.

It was then completely purified and annihilated by the chaotic thunder contained in the giant palm, turning into the smallest dust in the universe.

Destroy everything!

Unstoppable!

……

"This pervert."

This voice rang out from the Nine Dragon Coffins.

Jiang Yunfei, who died first in the battle, regained consciousness when he woke up.

He had regained consciousness a long time ago, but he was confused at first. However, he could feel the fluctuations outside, the breath coming from Ning Feng's battle, and the pictures sent in through the dragon coffin.

Finally I remembered something.

"This pervert, damn, beheading the king is almost as easy as butchering a dog. He was thrown away."

Jiang Yunfei muttered to himself.

Suddenly, another coffin sent out a wave, with a mocking tone, "You still want to surpass Ning Feng... What are you thinking?"

Jiang Yunfei glanced sideways, "Damn, you're still alive, Jin Hong."

"How can I die when you are still alive?"

"hehe."

Although they were bickering, one could tell that both of them felt like they had survived a disaster.

At the same time, they could clearly feel that the other people in the other coffins were also slowly recovering their vitality.

"Resurrection from the dead, how many tricks does this kid have?" Jiang Yunfei thought silently.