"boom!"
The blood in Yang Ji's body was consumed at an alarming rate, and the amount of blood consumed in each moment was more than ten times that before. But Yang Ji didn't care.
Buzz, the next moment, a ray of consciousness from Yang Ji reached out and communicated with the incarnation of the "Fire Demon" in his body. In the body of this incarnation of the Fire Demon, a huge amount of fire-attribute energy attracted from the world had accumulated.
Yang Ji communicated these huge flame demon energies without hesitation, incorporated them into his body, and poured them into the Najie bottle. Boom! The Najie bottle jumped in the void, and the speed surged instantly, and electricity shot out.
Once, twice, three times...
In just three jumps, Yang Ji caught up with the leader of the Voodoo Cult in the air.
call out!
The cold light flashed, and the leader of the Voodoo Cult couldn't even react. Hey! Yang Ji merged his sword with his sword, and took out the seven-layer martial arts flying sword in the mustard bottle. With just one sword, he killed the Voodoo Cult leader's body.
Flying Iron Corpse.
The flying iron corpses were as strong as gold and iron, and ordinary flying swords could not damage them at all. But in front of Yang Ji's Wuzong-level flying sword, the hard bodies of these iron corpses cracked like plowed fields, and the internal organs inside fell out one after another.
"Bah!"
The flying iron corpse just screamed, trembled, and fell from the sky like a crashed plane.
"not good!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult was shocked. Flying in the air has always been a restricted area for warriors. Even he only used the ability of the flying iron corpse to sit on its back, which cannot be regarded as true flying in the air. (To be completed.)
Chapter completed!