Chapter 1345
"I will go and kill him." The King of Jinta gritted his teeth and decided to go there himself.
"Little King, you can't go. We are still here. This time we, the old guys, will take the field."
A dozen old guys who were sealed by the source appeared. They were awakened by the third ancestor of the Ning family and were ready for the final battle.
The King of the Golden Pagoda Kingdom hurriedly said respectfully: "Ancestors, you have dedicated your whole lives to the Golden Pagoda Kingdom. Now... I still need you to take action. This time you will never come back."
The old ancestor in the lead had dark skin and a calm expression as he said, "What do you mean by dedicating one's life? In that era, everyone was fighting for their entire life."
"Some people have very short lives. They become famous at a young age, but their era of being a genius is over."
"We old guys have lived for so long and earned a lot of money."
Another ancestor said with deep emotion: "In fact, although we are ancestors, it was Dragon Country that supported the country in that era. We are unworthy of the title of ancestors. Our martial arts progress is not as strong as that of the current little ruler of Dragon Country."
“Even if we sublimate to the utmost, we can only wander around in the realm of martial gods. It is impossible to break through the realm of great saints. If it weren’t for the great saints of the Dragon Country who used their means to seal the origins of the ancestors of various countries, we would have returned to dust long ago.”
The King of Jinta shook his head, "You have done your best."
"That's true, hahaha."
The ancestors laughed loudly. They stopped the King of the Golden Pagoda Kingdom and gathered towards Ning Feng at a very fast speed.
"Hmm? Interesting, so many Martial Gods?" The Twelve Ancestors said in surprise, and then said disdainfully: "What about Martial Gods? They are just virtual saints of that era. How dare they call themselves gods?"
"They don't deserve it."
His words were full of disdain. Even the Great Sage did not dare to call himself a god, so how could a mere Virtual Sage dare to do so?
The younger generation of this era can be said to be ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.
After a few breaths, crossing mountains and rivers, the Twelve Ancestors appeared in front of Ning Feng and the King.
At the same time, behind Ning Feng, there were more than a dozen ancestors of the Jinta Kingdom following.
"Friend Ning, we are here to meet the king." An old ancestor of the Jinta Kingdom came with a team, looked at Ning Feng, and said respectfully: "Next, please kill the enemy, save our Jinta Kingdom, and save our Earth Star from the water and fire."
Ning Feng nodded, but didn't say anything.
The king said to the emperor: "Don't worry, seniors, this battle will be won by Earth Star."
The belief that burst out from him was extremely firm. The three ancestors of the Ning family did not give up and brought them hope.
"Okay." The Golden Pagoda Patriarch nodded, sensing the Twelve Patriarchs' aura approaching rapidly, and said, "The Twelve Patriarchs will be here soon. We will assist you two in killing the enemies in a while."
Ning Feng and the King did not refuse and nodded, "My dear ancestors, have a safe journey."
"Hahaha, such a glorious event cannot be taken up by only old Jinta. There are also us."
Suddenly, the aura of the formation fluctuated, and a void teleportation formation appeared on one side.
Then, twenty old guys with Western faces appeared one after another. They were all ancestors of various martial arts countries in the West. They belonged to the same era as the ancestors of the Ning family and the Jinta Kingdom.
Seeing everyone appear, the Jinta ancestors were not surprised, they just smiled and joked: "I didn't expect that after thousands of years, we old guys would meet again."
An old man from the United States said, "But they didn't fight each other, but joined forces to kill the enemy. It's really touching."
The ancestor of the Jinta Nation curled his lips and said, "At the end of that era, didn't we face the foreign enemy together?"
"Yes, that era was so amazing and chaotic."
An old ancestor sighed, a glimmer of hope appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he said: "What kind of great era will this be? How far will our human race go?"
His words were full of worry, and the faces of the ancestors of other countries were also filled with worry.
"My race has been harvested all the time. It's already very difficult for us to survive two eras. How can we survive in the third era? Especially now that the Earth Star Martial Arts is suppressed by the laws of Heaven."
"After we pass away, the most powerful group of strong men will only be at the level of martial gods. How can they compete in this great world?"
"I'm afraid it's a luxury to survive in the cracks. How can we survive this era?"
Several old ancestors spoke up and sighed repeatedly.
At this moment, they are the Earthlings, not a certain martial arts country. They are worried about the Earthlings, but in this battle, they are about to die and will no longer be able to contribute.
At this time, Ning Feng suddenly laughed and said, "My fellow ancestors, you have already paid enough for the human race. The human race will walk the rest of the way."
"As far as I know, in the first era, the human race's martial arts were at their most primitive state. Didn't it also become difficult in the second era?"
"In this third era, our human race may be able to rise."
Looking at Ning Feng, the great ancestors showed a hint of appreciation, "We thought too much."
Suddenly, the king looked to a place not far away and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, the twelfth ancestor has arrived."
Buzz,
The void in front of him was torn apart, and a figure riding a war horse suddenly walked out a few meters in front of Ning Feng.
At the same time, the spear was stained with countless blood, and it stabbed down with a monstrous murderous aura.
"Ning Feng, should I chop off your head, or should you deliver it yourself?"
boom,
Ning Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the spear stabbing towards him with a cold face. At this moment, he remained extremely calm.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the tip of the spear, and blasted it out without any surprise.
The Twelve Ancestors rode their mounts backwards quickly, their horses' hooves stepping on the air, leaving a footprint in the air with every step.
The void was broken, and chaotic energy flowed like water.
Ning Feng took a step forward and said coldly: "Are you dreaming? You are too old and confused, so I will send you to sleep forever. Have a sweet dream."