"Now, the second question, what are those monsters that can fly in the sky?"
Yang Ji opened his mouth and smiled.
"You should give up, I won't tell you."
The white slave learned his lesson this time and turned his head aside without vomiting anything.
"Haha, you can tell."
Yang Ji raised his hand, and with a clang, a flying sword immediately appeared in his hand. The three-foot-long sword shone with cold light and pointed at the altar behind him:
"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Do you want to delay? Send a signal to your people? Or do you want to wait for the other side of the teleportation array to come over?"
These simple words were like whips hitting Bai Slave's body, penetrating deep into his bones. When Bai Slave was told what he was thinking, his expression suddenly changed.
That's right! He just wants to delay time!
A Voodoo cultist doesn't care about sacrifice. It is glorious to die for the religion. But he never wants to die like this. A terrifying peak martial arts master lurks under the sea but no one knows about it. This is a huge threat.
If you can't warn the leaders, your death will be meaningless.
If he wanted to die, he could have died long ago. The reason why he endured it was to delay time. Voodoo has many ways to resist criminal law.
He had long been mentally prepared to wait for Yang Ji to execute him. That was the best way to delay. But if Yang Ji destroyed the transmission channel, everyone would be trapped here.
"You don't know how, and you don't dare! You will be trapped here yourself!"
The white slave gritted his teeth.
"Hey, let's give it a try."
Yang Ji raised the long sword in his hand again and pointed it at the altar. There was already a ray of cold light nearly a foot long shining on the tip of the sword, and it seemed that it could be ejected at any time.
"asshole!"
The white slave struggled wildly and became furious:
"Stop! Bastard, don't think I don't know. You were the one who moved that giant beast just now!"
"You are very smart!"
Yang Ji was really surprised. This guy could guess that it was him who had just done it. It was beyond his expectation. But it was better this way. With his wit, he must know more information.
Smiling, Yang Ji continued to speak:
"By the way, it's all thanks to you that I found this place!"
"I kill you!"
Bai Nu's eyes turned red and he roared angrily.
Previously, the crocodile-shaped giant beast suddenly became violent and strange. He didn't know it at first, but he immediately understood it when he saw Yang Ji. But he never expected that Yang Ji had been following him.
He actually brought him to the teleportation array by himself!
This huge impact made his lungs explode.
"It's still a word, say it or not say it."
Yang Ji smiled gracefully. Like a demon, he pointed the long sword in his hand at the altar. The sword light he spat out grew a little longer again, and it was only a few feet away from the altar.
The white slave was lying on the ground, glaring at Yang Ji fiercely, his face turning blue and white. If eyes could kill, Yang Ji would have died dozens of times.
"Okay, I'll say it!"
The white slave finally spoke. Compared with the safety of the transmission channel, things that everyone in the Voodoo Sect such as the Flying Iron Corpse are not that important:
"The black flying monster you see is called the Flying Iron Corpse. It is a special creation of our Voodoo Sect. Its whole body is as strong as gold and iron. It is also extremely powerful. Looking at the world, there is no other home except our Voodoo Sect."
"The Flying Iron Corpse is not afraid of water, fire, or blades. It is a powerful weapon of our Voodoo Cult."
"On top of the Flying Iron Corpse, there is a more powerful Flying Bronze Corpse, which is the golden corpse you see. The Flying Bronze Corpse is more powerful and harder than the Flying Iron Corpse, and it can also absorb spiritual energy from the sky and the earth.
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"And on top of the Feitian Bronze Corpse, there are also Feitian Silver Corpse and Feitian Gold Corpse! I have never seen these two before."
"The Flying Silver Corpse is comparable to your Ninth Level Martial Saint. As for the Flying Golden Corpse,... hmph, even your Martial Saint is no match!"
At the end of the sentence, Bai Nu looked at Yang Ji with a serious smile, full of threats.
Although Voodoo has a low reputation and not many people know about it, it has long been well known in the ears of those who know it. Even aristocratic families and nobles do not dare to do anything wrong with Voodoo.
Yang Ji, a small martial arts sect, was so bold that he actually hit their attention. In Bai Nu's view, this was completely insane and seeking death!
"Hey, who do you think we are? Do you think our Voodoo Sect is a small evil temple or a small evil sect in some county? Hey, when you know our Voodoo Sect, you will know that you have done something
What a stupid thing."
Bai Nu rolled his eyes at Yang Ji and sneered.
Opponents of the Voodoo Sect never end well. Even aristocratic families have been overthrown, let alone a solitary warrior like Yang Ji.
What awaits him will only be a tragic fate!
"By the way, let me tell you, when you die, we will definitely make your corpse into a flying bronze corpse. The corpse of a strong man of your level has always been the great love of our Voodoo Cult."
Bai Nu said impulsively to vent his anger.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's heart suddenly shook, and he lowered his head suddenly, staring at Bai Nu, his pupils shrank, and a cold light shone in his eyes:
"Your flying monsters are all made of corpses?"
"Hahaha, it's not a corpse. What do you think it is? This kind of skill can only be mastered by our Voodoo Sect in all the worlds and empires!"
Bai Nu laughed and suddenly felt that he had vented a lot of anger.
Yang Ji's eyes were full of murderous intent. Although he knew that this voodoo sect was not a good way, Yang Ji did not expect that these people were actually more sinister and evil than the evil princes and evil people in the ghost mansion!
Using corpses to refine flying iron corpses and bronze corpses, among other things, such a force's martial arts and spells must be extremely evil, far beyond ordinary evil warriors.
This force is probably more evil and cruel than the Tianyin Sect I have encountered!
"What is the origin of this voodoo religion?"
Yang Ji's heart was full of thoughts. Although he knew a name, Yang Ji had no idea about this name. Even so, Yang Ji would know it sooner or later.
"last question……"
Yang Ji took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intention in his heart:
"What do you Voodoo cult want to do here to hunt ferocious beasts? Don't tell me that it's to refine bronze blood weapons. Refining bronze blood weapons doesn't have to be so troublesome at all."
"Buzz!"
Hearing Yang Ji's words, Bai Nu's expression suddenly changed. This time, he didn't even spit out a note. Without thinking, he bit his tongue.
The vitality of a warrior is quite strong. Although biting one's tongue in this way will not lead to death like ordinary people, it can at least stop Yang Ji's thoughts and prevent him from taking any words out of his mouth.
"laugh!"
In a flash of light, a stick as thick as a little finger shattered two of Bai Slave's teeth and inserted it into his mouth, stopping his movements.
At the same time, a cold light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, he took a step forward, leaned down, and a ray of invisible spirit penetrated into Bai Nu's soul without hesitation.
"ah!"
A shrill scream rang out, juice suddenly poured out from Bai Slave's forehead, and his whole body, from his hair to his fingers, began to twitch.
Voodoo's methods are vicious and there are many criminal methods to deal with the enemy. Voodoo promotes itself and others, and also prevents opponents from using this trick on themselves.
Therefore, all voodoo practitioners must undergo strict training to endure torture. But all training can only endure*, neurological punishment.
Yang Ji's criminal method, on the other hand, goes straight to the soul. This method is simple, but even the most brutal punishment in Voodoo can't compare to one-tenth of this kind of punishment.
After Yang Ji stabbed him ten times, all the strength in Bai Nu's body was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue. In the face of Yang Ji's criminal law, even death became a wonderful treatment at this moment.
In the end, Yang Ji got the news he wanted:
Just as Yang Ji imagined, the purpose of the Voodoo Sect was different from his own from the beginning. Their target was not the soul of the crocodile-shaped giant beast, but the flesh and blood body of the crocodile-shaped giant beast that was rich in vitality!
An eighth-level peak, super-powerful Dawu Zong-level behemoth, its purpose is just to serve as a sacrifice and absorb the appearance of another thing.
According to this Voodoo cultist, an ally of the Voodoo cult discovered a powerful ancient beast somewhere. This may be the last remaining ancient beast.
The heaven and earth split, civilization changed, and the world was destroyed several times, but this ancient beast survived by chance. And it seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
No one knows where the giant beast is. No one can find it unless it comes out on its own!
The best way to lure it to appear is the flesh and blood of a giant beast with a powerful vitality, the eighth level of martial arts. This is the favorite food of this giant beast.
This is all the information Yang Ji got from the voodoo cultist. This is something that others are smart enough to notice, but otherwise they would not know it at all.
As for the others, his level is too low, so I don’t know.
"The ancient ferocious beast... actually such a ferocious beast exists now? If word spreads, I'm afraid it will cause an earthquake-level uproar!"
Yang Ji was shocked and shocked.
He didn't expect that such a casual question would lead to such shocking news.
The fighting method of the leader of the Voodoo Sect was too strange. Yang Ji just found it a little strange. He felt that their purpose was not simply to hunt for the souls of ferocious beasts.
However, no matter how naive they were, they never expected that their target was not this crocodile-shaped giant beast at all. The crocodile-shaped giant beast was just a bait, a sacrifice, used to attract another huge existence, and the starting link in the opponent's huge plan.
That's all.
This has exceeded Yang Ji's expectations!
"How huge is this Voodoo Sect? It can actually hunt ancient behemoths!"
Yang Ji's heart was filled with ups and downs. He felt that his judgment on this voodoo sect might have been wrong from the beginning. If this guy was telling the truth, then he might have provoked a terrible force. (To be continued)