The Supreme Holy Buddha was intercepted by four super saints, and the holy paths of these four had reached more than 9,500 meters, and now they are at the end of their strength.

When the Supreme Holy Buddha came to his senses, he found that the starry sky was empty.

Many holy Buddhas and their disciples are now slowly falling.

No, they entered the cycle of reincarnation and went to the next beautiful world.

The Sea King stopped and looked at the Supreme Holy Buddha with mixed feelings in his heart.

But for the sake of race, he had no choice.

But now, the once huge Buddhist sect only has the Supreme Holy Buddha left.

He began to walk towards the heavens, he wanted to take another look at the Buddhist place.

"Let him go back and take a look."

The Sea King sighed, "He has lost his heart. He lived to protect Buddhism. Now that all the saints of Buddhism have been slaughtered, he no longer has any desire to live. Now, he only wants to die and leave this painful world."

He has collaborated with the Supreme Holy Buddha many times, and the two have also interacted frequently.

The Holy Lord, the Holy Lord Muhammad, and the King of Light could no longer stop the Supreme Holy Buddha.

When a person's heart is dead, he can no longer muster any fighting spirit.

The originally colorful world was reduced to just black, white and gray at that moment.

The Supreme Holy Buddha walked back to the heavens and arrived at the Buddhist land in the holy land of Nanzhou.

Now it has turned into ruins, with rivers of blood everywhere.

Many saints made way and looked at the Supreme Buddha. Although they had different standpoints, they still admired the leader of Buddhism.

The Buddha's name sounded, filled with grief. Suddenly, blood rained down from this world. It was dark and the whole holy land was filled with a bloody smell.

"If the human race did not have a God-King, I'm afraid it would be like Buddhism today." Wang Jing looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt something.

Prince Zhenhai nodded and said, "Du Xiao is indeed the savior of China and the human race. If he hadn't withstood all the pressure back then, Blue Star wouldn't be so stable now."

At least, not as peaceful as it is now."

Having said that, King Zhenhai also looked towards the Eastern Saint Realm and sighed, "Of course, there is also the Sword Saint of Sword Saint Mountain and his nine disciples."

"Sword Saint."

Wang Jing said softly, "I know this. Back then, before the God King rose to power, it was Daosheng Mountain that had been helping the God King."

"Not only that, the Blood King is also the Sword Saint's ninth closed disciple."

King Zhenhai smiled and said, "However, there are only two disciples left in Sword Saint Mountain now."

Wang Jing fell silent. It seemed that Daosheng Mountain was not spared from the wars in recent years.

"Hong Emperor, Huang Lord, Snow Emperor, Ni Emperor, Shuiyao Saint Emperor, Ye Emperor, Bai Emperor..."

King Zhenhai sighed, "All seven of them died during the era of the Heavenly Court. At that time, the Sword Saint and the Heavenly King disagreed, and the Evil King instigated discord, which led to a centuries-long struggle.

This is also why the Blood King wants to kill the Evil King. As long as he is still alive, he will avenge those brothers and sisters."

"Emperor Hong?" Wang Jing was stunned.

"This Hong Emperor is not the Hong Emperor from the Southern Continent and Northern Territory."

The Holy Demon God said, "Back then, Emperor Hong alone was able to overpower the Martial Saint King and the others. However, after the rise of Heaven, he originally wanted to incorporate Sword Saint Mountain. Unfortunately, Sword Saint secretly disobeyed, and in the end, seven disciples died to save Sword Saint Mountain."

"Then what about the two remaining disciples of Sword Saint Mountain..."

"The fifth-ranked Moon Emperor and the ninth-ranked Blood King."

King Zhenhai sighed, "After the seven disciples died, the Sword Saint reopened his sect and recruited many disciples, seemingly hoping to cultivate seven more peerless geniuses. However, most of them could not reach the level of the Reincarnation Saint, so the Sword Saint has been depressed over the years."

The Holy Demon God said in a deep voice: "The Sword Saint is most proud of his nine disciples in his life, because the nine disciples he taught are comparable to clan kings!"

Wang Jing nodded slightly. No wonder the Sword Saint was so unhappy.

The old man has lived a lifetime, and that's all he has to be proud of.

Because of the existence of Heaven, the old man's pride was shattered.

"wrong……"

Wang Jing laughed dryly and said, "Although I am not a Heavenly King now, I have the Three Heavenly Eyes. Will the Sword Saint..."

Will you beat him up?

"He's been frustrated for so many years, and only two of his nine disciples remain. If you go to the Eastern Saint Realm again, you'd better go to Sword Saint Mountain honestly. Be humble and don't be so arrogant."

Prince Zhenhai earnestly advised: "The Heavenly King gave you these three eyes to make you stronger and help you transcend, but also partly because he wanted you to repay some of his debts, and Daosheng Mountain is one of them."

"Okay, I can't escape this favor." Wang Jing shook his head, looking helpless.

It was him who used the Three Heavenly Eyes so many times, so now he has to repay the favor.

Wang Jing sighed deeply. No one in this world has an easy life.

After living for so many years and experiencing so many separations and deaths, many people's hearts have long been tempered into steel.

I will never hesitate again about what to do.

Wang Jing looked at the Supreme Holy Buddha with white hair.

The Supreme Saint Buddha showed no signs of fading vitality, but he aged very quickly. He walked step by step towards the gate of Buddhism, occasionally crying, occasionally laughing...

Many people were watching, and everyone knew very well that the Supreme Holy Buddha was leaving them with the most beautiful memories.

The bloody rain was still falling, and the world was still dark, as if the entire holy land had collapsed.

"Who can make the decision today?"

The Supreme Holy Buddha looked up at the sky. The blood rain wet his face, and his face looked old, like a Shura from hell.

After practicing Taoism for so many years, in the end, it was all in vain.

All the saints were silent, and no one could tell the Supreme Buddha.

Because even they don’t know who is in charge of this world.

The king who once ruled the country is also dead.

The God King who is invincible in the heavens is also trapped on the Dao Cliff.

"Just make your own decision."

Wang Jing muttered.

But his voice spread throughout the entire South Continent and also reached the Holy Land.

"I make my own decisions..."

When the Supreme Holy Buddha heard these words, he muttered to himself and finally smiled.

"Yes, I make my own decision. Whether I stay or go is my own decision."

Suddenly, the originally dim body of the Supreme Holy Buddha burst out with strong golden light again!

The old face began to regain its former look and became full of energy!

“Damn it!”

The face of the Sea King suddenly changed, and the power of the Supreme Buddha returned!

King Guangming glared at Wang Jing and said, "You scared the Supreme Buddha back with just one sentence!"

Wang Jing was also stunned. How could he have imagined that a casual word from him could give such great inspiration to the Supreme Buddha.