Tranquility sprinkled down, the glazed light turned, and the Bodhi tree brushed through the vacuum of home, brushing the six soul banner and the Golden Emperor into an empty and hazy state, just like a mosquito frozen in amber, maintaining its original posture.
Buddha made a move, but mother wusheng’s “Second bow”could not be bowed down!
In the darkness of nothingness, the boat of Doomsday, which had fused with the overseas islands and the rolling red current, under the escort of boundless thunder and golden flowers and purple clouds, passed through layers of destruction and passed through the deepest silence, finally finding the Fusang ancient tree that supported this final state, it saw the Devil Buddha, whose eyes were filled with madness, surrounded by foul air under the tree.
It stared at Meng Qi, its eyes filled with unwillingness and hatred.
It had clearly done its best, so why did it still fail?
