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"Humph! How ridiculous! At this moment, you still want to fight alone and commit violence without knowing your own strength! Do you think you can beat me? Then today, I will let your blood stain Canglan, and you will become the dead soul under my magic mirror, and you will never be reborn!"

Ji Wuzong's black cloak fluttered, and his voice was cold and fearful, like a tyrant who could dominate the world. In an instant, a terrifying aura that swept across the world emanated from his body!

The gold and silver magic mirrors suspended behind his head also burst out with a blazing brilliance, as if they could illuminate the entire Canglan and replace the sun!

Buzz!

The trembling roar was resounding, not only in the surrounding area, but the entire Canglan world seemed to feel Ji Wuzong's power, and they were afraid and trembling!

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obtaining the complete form of the Sky-Splitting Divine Mirror, Ji Wuzong merged with it and obtained the power from it, which improved his own strength and surpassed his previous strength. Perhaps he has reached the state of the strongest human king in the Canglan Realm from ancient times to the present!

The sky is shaking, the earth is collapsing, mountains are breaking, countless lakes are evaporated by the terrifying power, and the surging water vapor is erupting. At this moment, the cultivators and mortals in the entire Canglan Realm feel a kind of catastrophe, as if they have seen the coming of the end of the world, and they are in endless despair!

"See? This is my current strength! Now... Ye Wuque, get ready to die in despair!"

Ji Wuzong's originally handsome face is now full of hideous colors. He is intoxicated with his own power, as if he can control the lives of all living beings in the entire Canglan Realm in a single thought. This is exactly what he has longed for all his life!

The cultivators of the eight empires and the bloody mandala killer who were originally fighting also felt the tremor of the entire Canglan Realm at this time, and they all felt boundless fear in their hearts!

"What happened? Why do I feel that the entire Canglan Realm is shaking?"

"It's crazy! The earth is collapsing! The mountains and jungles in the distance are being destroyed!"

"What kind of power is this?"

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Everyone was in shock. This feeling of impending disaster made everyone's scalp numb and their whole body cold.

At this moment, a tall figure in a white robe fell from the sky, emitting infinite light. Wherever he passed, it was as if thousands of sword lights were shining, majestic and mighty, like the brilliant sun across the sky and earth, emitting a magnificent power that makes people feel at ease from the bottom of their hearts!

"Don't panic, keep fighting."

The clear voice rang out, and wherever the voice spread, all the abnormal movements subsided and returned to their original state!

"It's Feng Caichen! The ancestor Xuetuo was killed by Young Master Feng!"

"Young Master Feng is here!"

"With Young Master Feng here, the killers of Bloody Mandragora are finished!"

"Make a concerted effort! Kill Bloody Mandragora!"

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The pale and panicked faces of the monks of the eight empires became cheered up again. They saw the white-robed figure that fell from the sky and calmed down all the disturbances. It was Feng Caichen!

The appearance of Feng Caichen was like sending a magic needle to the eight empires. No one didn't know him!

This young master Feng was also amazing and brilliant, a demon, and a peerless man who could be ranked alongside Ye Wuque!

Just now, Feng Caichen came from the east with a sword and threw down the bloody head of the Bloody Ancestor. Everyone saw it clearly and was shocked. At this moment, the appearance of Ye Wuque made the eight empires no longer panic and the fighting spirit reappeared! On the other hand,

the killers of the Bloody Mandragora were all desperate. Originally, their morale plummeted because of the escape of the Bloody Ancestor, and they scattered. At this moment, the appearance of Feng Caichen was more like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely extinguishing the hope in the hearts of the Bloody Mandragora killers.

"Kill!"

"From now on! There will be no more Blood Mandala in Canglan Realm!"

"A thousand years of grudges, settled in one day!"

The rulers of the eight empires rushed to the front to fight against the strongest golden killer god, and the silver assassins were handed over to the elders. Among them, Bai Youhuang and Zhen Lan were even more murderous, and rushed to the front like the empress, killing people!

The bronze killers with the largest number were stopped by all the county governors of the eight empires, and a life-and-death battle broke out between them!

In an instant, blood flowed like a river, and some people died.

However, compared with the eight empires, the killers of Blood Mandala still had the upper hand in terms of number and strength. Even if their morale plummeted, they also erupted with terrifying power at the moment of life and death!

The reason for this is that the disciples of Li Tiandao and the Li Tian Shenjun did not take action!

At this moment above the Wanshui Lan River, all the disciples of Li Tiandao looked at the life-and-death battle between Ji Wuzong and Ye Wuque in the void, and did not care about the Blood Mandala and the eight empires at all.

But the strange thing is that the moment Li Tian Daozhu was ambushed by Ji Wuzong and fell, Tian Yan disappeared! He

took advantage of the chaos and fled!

Because he knew that as a member of Li Tian Daozhu's lineage, no matter which of Ye Wuque and Ji Wuzong won in the end, he would not have a good ending!

Li Tian Daozhu was dead, which meant that the power of his lineage had completely disintegrated in Li Tian Dao. If he stayed, he would only die!

Chant!

Feng Caichen stood in the void. When he saw Li Tian Dao standing by and watching, his clear eyes suddenly turned cold. The sword chant resounded, and the ancient long sword was unsheathed. He casually slashed it directly!

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be illuminated. A dazzling sword light cut through the sky, as if it cut across the earth in the void, and directly enveloped dozens of golden killing gods in the distance!

Without any surprise, these dozens of golden killing gods were instantly slain!

Then Feng Caichen slashed out the second sword, directly covering all the remaining golden killer gods. The sword light swept across, and all the golden killer gods of Bloody Mandala were killed!

In this way, only the silver assassins and bronze killers were left in Bloody Mandala, and the rulers of the eight empires all freed their hands and immediately rushed towards the remaining silver assassins and bronze killers with murderous intent.

With the participation of the rulers of the eight empires, the battle directly became one-sided. However, in just a few dozen breaths, all the killers of Bloody Mandala were killed, leaving no one alive!

Snap!

When the last bronze killer's neck was broken, the battlefield finally became completely silent. The monks of the eight empires stood between heaven and earth, and their expressions became complicated, like sighing, like joy, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Bloody Mandala!

This super killer organization that has existed in Canglan Realm for thousands of years, causing endless killings and nightmares, has finally been completely destroyed today!

From the Bloody Ancestor to the Bronze Killer, no one from the Bloody Mandala escaped!

From now on, there will be no more Bloody Mandala in Canglan!