This voodoo sect not only acts sinisterly and has vicious methods, but also possesses extremely terrifying power. △￠, even surpassing any power I have come into contact with so far.
He had already caused a lot of trouble before, but he didn't expect that now he would get into a more serious one. Just thinking about it makes him feel upset.
But Yang Ji's character has never been the kind to compromise easily. Although he knew that this voodoo cultist was not easy to mess with, it actually inspired Yang Ji's competitive character even more.
"Hmph! If you have too many lice, you are not afraid of being bitten. I have even provoked Prince Taiyuan's Mansion, why are you still afraid of a voodoo cult? I want to see if you can do anything to get me!"
Yang Ji's eyes flashed coldly.
What was done was done, and there was nothing to regret. Yang Ji made up his mind and decided not to do anything else without stopping. He must kill all the voodoo cultists in this space without leaving a single one behind.
As long as no one knows that he did it, he can survive for a period of time and wait until he becomes strong enough to be admired by others. So what if he is a voodoo sect?
He will also make these obedient people surrender under his feet!
"laugh!"
Yang Ji flicked his finger, and a flying sword shot out instantly. Bang! On the reddish-brown hard ground, a blood hole instantly appeared on Bai Slave's neck. His eyes opened wide and he immediately became motionless.
His face was twisted and pale, and his skin was covered with sweat beads. It was obvious that he had endured great pain before his death.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji shook his hand, took away the Vulcan clothes on his body (Yang Ji tortured the name of this orange-red clothes from Bai Nu's mouth), and then flew away into the distance.
Behind him, two flames burned blazingly.
Without the protection of the Vulcan Clothes, in this magma world, the corpse would be burned quickly, and there would be no need for Yang Ji to deal with it.
Running in the blazing sea of magma, Yang Ji's heart went up and down. This action, as Cha said, was just a try at the beginning, and it would be best if it succeeded, and it didn't matter if it didn't, so now it has been upgraded to a higher level.
Not only did he want to obtain the soul of the crocodile-shaped giant beast this time, but he also wanted to kill the leader of the Great Wuzong-level Voodoo Cult and other believers. In addition, to do this, he also had to destroy the opponent's teleportation array.
Only in this way can he erase all traces without arousing suspicion. Otherwise, as long as one link is not in place, I am afraid that what awaits him will be an endless and terrifying pursuit.
Judging from the way these people have no moral restraints or scruples and turn human corpses into flying iron corpses and bronze corpses, I am afraid that even if they hide in Zhou Mansion, they will not have the slightest sense of security.
"call out!"'
Yang Ji straightened up and quickly disappeared into the poisonous mist and black smoke that filled the lava world. In the following time, just as Yang Ji expected, people from the Voodoo Sect were injured and evacuated from the battlefield and rushed to the teleportation channel.
Yang Ji set up an ambush in the sea area leading to the teleportation channel. Naji Ping and Balrog cooperated with each other to continuously ambush and assassinate the voodoo masters who had left the battlefield one by one.
In this short period of time, three more military generals and two martial sects fell in the hands of Yang Ji. In addition to the dead white slaves, and the previous record of inciting the crocodile-shaped giant beast to be violent.
Ten of the sixteen masters under the leader of the Voodoo Sect have died in Yang Ji's hands. This is an extremely huge number.
Now, there are only three generals left around him, and the three Wuzongs are only six. The number of generals is actually the same as the Wuzong. It has to be said that he is crazy.
If it weren't for the four flying iron corpses and two flying bronze corpses that were extremely powerful, tireless, and not afraid of swords and various injuries to support the scene, I'm afraid this battle would have been unsustainable.
…
"What happened? Why is there no news yet?"
In the battlefield where explosions occurred one after another and huge waves shook the sky, anxiety gradually rose in the heart of the leader of the Voodoo Cult. He was not a person who could not hold his breath, quite the same. Very few things could make his heart fluctuate.
However, four seriously injured military generals were dispatched one after another, and three seriously injured Wu Zong evacuated the battlefield and retreated to the base. The people were there, but the reinforcements they asked for have not yet arrived.
This is definitely not a normal phenomenon.
Under normal circumstances, the masters resident in the base should have arrived long ago to take over their positions.
"Something's wrong, something must have happened here..."
A thought flashed through the mind of the Voodoo leader. Although he didn't see anything, he already felt that something must have happened.
Either in this magma world, or in the base on the other side!
"Bah!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a scream that was as sonorous as iron stone. In an instant, a flying iron corpse flapped its wings, screamed, and suddenly escaped from the fierce battle. In one flight, it immediately glided out of the sky for more than ten people.
Zhang, with a hiss, it quickly climbed up and disappeared into the sky.
The flying iron corpses and bronze corpses of Voodoo Cult never have only one purpose.
If the battle was in full swing and there was a severe shortage of manpower, and if he wasn't really anxious, the leader of the Voodoo Cult would never send a flying iron corpse to check at this time.
"I hope it's not what I thought!"
A shrill cold light flashed in the eyes of the leader of the Voodoo Cult, and he quickly jumped into the battle. Facing a group of Voodoo Cult masters, the aura of the crocodile-shaped giant beast was far less powerful than before...
The leader of the Voodoo Cult didn't know that when he sent the Flying Iron Corpse to check, at the edge of the battlefield not far from him, two fiery red bees quietly came out of the scalding hot air amidst the buzzing sound of bubbles.
The lava surfaced from the sea, revealing a pair of complex eyes looking at the entire battlefield carefully.
All changes and all battles cannot escape the eyes of these two young bees.
These were the young bees that Yang Ji left behind to monitor the people of the Voodoo Cult. They were also the first batch of young bees developed by the Queen Bee. The second batch of two young bees died in the battle, so Yang Ji arranged for these two
The fire-attributed young wasps stayed behind to serve as his eyes and ears.
"I can't hide it..."
In the distance, under the magma sea more than 20 kilometers away from the battlefield, a thought flashed in Yang Ji's mind. Whatever the two young bees saw, they would be transmitted to the queen in the form of pheromones.
And if the queen bee knows it, it means she knows it herself.
Yang Ji originally wanted to wait a little longer and kill a few more lone voodoo masters who had left the battlefield. But after seeing this scene, his plan could only end here. Everything was just a beautiful fantasy.
When the flying iron corpses sent by the leader of the Voodoo Cult patrol all the way, they find that those people are nowhere to be seen. Or, they may go further through the transmission channel and enter the other end to check the reality. Then everything will be exposed.
The Great Wuzong of the Voodoo Sect must also know that something happened to all the people sent out, and by then he will definitely be exposed.
"It's time to take the second action. Otherwise, when he reacts, there will be no more secrets. I won't have any more chances."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
Yang Ji already knew that the actual controller of the four flying iron corpses and the two flying bronze corpses was the eighth great martial arts master with superb martial arts.
His consciousness is attached to the Feitian Iron Corpse, and whatever the Feitian Iron Corpse sees is what he sees. Once the other party is alert, he will be completely defeated.
The Flying Iron Corpse is extremely fast, and it won't be long before it discovers the truth. Therefore, it doesn't have much time left for itself.
call out!
The next moment, Yang Ji's human body and bottle merged into one, submerged under the surface of the magma sea, riding the wind and waves, and rushed towards the Voodoo sect members at extremely fast speeds.
In just half a cup of tea, Yang Ji traveled more than 20 miles and arrived at the edge of the battlefield at an extremely fast speed. The Naji bottle was suspended between the magma sea and the burning air, and Yang Ji's soul passed through it.
Naji Ping watched the battle in the distance.
The magma is boiling, huge waves are hundreds of feet high, and a stream of energy crisscrosses the surface of the sea. The crocodile-shaped beast is scorched black, and its huge figure is looming in it.
"The giant beast at the level of the Great Wuzong is indeed very powerful!"
Yang Ji sighed in his heart.
In a battle at the level of the Great Wuzong, unless one party has an overwhelming advantage, or has special restraint props, or a particularly targeted battle strategy, it will be difficult to win a battle of this level in a short time.
Negative. This is the reason why Yang Ji went to hunt down the voodoo cultists who escaped from the battlefield without worrying.
However, although the giant beast's vitality was powerful, Yang Ji still felt that both the combat intensity and level were vastly different from before, and had dropped significantly.
Although the power of the berserk will be greatly increased, all aspects of defense and reaction will be greatly reduced, which means more damage will be received. Compared with before, the strength of this giant beast has been significantly weakened.
The only thing that makes Yang Ji feel better is that it seems that the voodoo cultists on the other side are not very good either. In order to deal with this crocodile-shaped giant beast, they must capture it as soon as possible and prevent it from escaping before it wakes up.
The Poison Cultist attacks completely against its violent attack.
Now, not only is the crocodile-shaped giant beast injured, but the situation is not good. Even the eighth-level martial arts leader of the Voodoo Cult is injured, and his strength is no longer as terrifying and powerful as before. As for other martial arts and generals, then
Not to mention.
After the sixteen top voodoo cultists were quietly killed by Yang Ji, either with a borrowed knife, or secretly ambushed and assassinated, there were now less than six, and there were only seven with the leaders of the voodoo cult.
This puts everyone in the Voodoo Sect in a very embarrassing situation, with a serious lack of combat effectiveness and every one of them is stretched thin.
When this battle goes to the end, even if the Voodoo Cult succeeds, the casualties will probably be quite heavy!
"What a pity, I can't wait for this moment!"
Yang Ji sighed again in his heart. The leader of the Voodoo Cult was really cautious. There was "obviously" no one else in the magma world, and he didn't know about his own existence. However, in this case, he was able to find someone in the fastest possible time.
The Feitian Iron Corpse was dispatched to investigate the situation, and they did not even care about the lack of manpower on the battlefield. (To be continued...)