The Buddha's light burst out from the old monk's body, and then turned into endless blood. He raised his teeth and claws, roared and laughed, and rushed towards the top of Mount Sumeru, 84,000 yojanas high.

The holy land is like a ghost.

The fragrant wood is broken, the temple is collapsed, the palace is burned, and the golden sand is stained with blood.

Above the Seven Treasures Path, there are corpses like a mountain, and countless nuns, arhats, and celestial beings are beside the corpse path. The legendary Seven Treasure Wall, Seven Trails, Seven Layers, and Seven Trees are all shrouded by the Yin Wind.

In the huge Mount Sumeru, there was only the roar of an old monk, as if everything was buried!

"ah!"

With blood storms, the old monk roars like an evil ghost. Finally, at the moment he climbed to Mount Sumeru, he felt as if he was struck by thunder. He opened his mouth and blood wrapped around his internal organs and coughed out.

On the top of Mount Sumeru, there is a great Buddha made of eight treasures. At this time, the Buddha was stained with blood and half collapsed, and half of the Buddha's face was covered with blood and tears, as if crying.

"My Buddha, where is my Buddha?"

"Bodhisattva, hahaha, who killed the Bodhisattva?!"

"Arhat, where is the head of the arhat going? Haha, wuwu, no, no...Brah Saint, Brah Saint..."

The old monk cried in despair and struggled to climb to the only intact main hall after the Buddha statue.

His breath was like a candle in the wind, and it seemed to be extinguished at any time. The only belief supported him, and finally made him climb to the front of the main hall.

The next moment, the flames that flowed out of nothingness burned the old monk who had struggled to ashes.

The flames did not stop, spreading to the entire Sumeru Mountain like water waves. In just a moment, everything outside the mountain had been turned into ashes!

"The Holy Fire of Nirvana, haha..."

A whisper came from the faint and bright hall.

Immediately, dragon blood lamps lit up and reflected out of the main hall. On the lotus platform guarded by the mountain Buddha corpse, the handsome old Buddha was wearing a red cassock.

The old Buddha whispered his hands and stroked the Buddha in front of the body, whispering like a long whisper:
Chapter completed!