A pair of extremely piercing eyes, bone-cold, appeared in the void, staring fiercely at Yang Ji. But between the flying sword drawn by Yang Jiqing and the neck of the Voodoo leader, a skinny palm was inserted.
This palm is extremely black, close to the neck and between the flying sword, and the fingers are covered with talismans, which is eerie and terrifying, giving people an extremely weird feeling.
Although this palm is made of flesh and blood, it is harder than gold and iron. Yang Ji's flying sword was pinched by the five fingers of this palm and was firmly fixed in the air, unable to move forward.
The reaction of the leader of the Voodoo Cult was too fast. Although Yang Ji was deceived by hiding in the fire fish, the strength of the Great Wuzong level was still not something Yang Ji could resist.
Yang Ji's face changed slightly, but then a smile appeared. A sarcastic voice came from the Najie bottle, and the rumbling voice echoed through the void:
"You think too simply!"
The voice was whispering, but Yang Ji's reaction was much faster than the voice.
"Boom!"
In just an instant, Yang Ji unleashed his ability to suppress the bottom of the box. The world shook, and deep within Feijian, a deep-hidden Confucian aura of awe-inspiring force, supreme strength, majesty and dignity, burst out violently.
The ancient Confucianists were so upright and upright that they were the nemesis of all evils!
Yang Ji never thought that he could defeat the eighth-level Dawu Zong with a simple sneak attack. After discovering that these people were using extremely evil blood energy, Yang Ji knew how to deal with them.
With roars, fierce winds, lightning and stone fire, the sky and the earth turned into white. The milky-white sword energy swept out from the Yang Ji sword in a mighty and overwhelming force.
"ah!"
When the sword energy passed by, the leader of the Voodoo Cult screamed fiercely and staggered back. Green smoke curled up from his body, as if he had been burned. There was even thicker smoke billowing from his neck.
The aura on his body dropped rapidly, and was far less majestic and powerful than before.
"Success!"
Yang Ji was overjoyed, and the mustard bottle trembled, roared out, and was about to bully him to expand the results of the battle. However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
"I kill you!"
An extremely gloomy voice fell from the sky. The next moment, the sky turned dark and gray fog rolled in. Before Yang Ji could react, a heavy and immeasurable force fell from the sky.
At that moment, Yang Ji felt that the whole world was turned upside down, and he was hit hard by a blow.
"boom!"
Yang Ji felt as if he had been hit by a mountain. His whole body was in severe pain, and his entire body was about to fall apart. Wow! A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yang Ji flew out violently with both himself and the bottle.
"The power of the Great Wuzong is really extremely powerful!..."
Yang Ji looked up at the sky, and a fearful thought flashed through his mind. In the realm of martial arts, there is a huge gap at every level. The leader of the Voodoo Sect was partially consumed by the crocodile-shaped beast, and partially consumed by himself. But there is still such a thing.
Amazing strength!
With his current strength, he is still no match for him!
"Buzz!"
There was no hesitation at all. The moment he was knocked away by the leader of the Voodoo Cult, the Najie bottle trembled in the air, and with the force of the blow, he suddenly leaped out.
Hey, a poisonous sword silently stabbed into the chest of a seventh-level martial arts master. The latter's eyes opened wide. He fell to the ground and quickly sank into the magma sea.
Yang Ji's strength is not enough to deal with a peak eighth-level martial arts master, but it is not a problem to deal with these seriously injured seventh-level martial arts masters.
The leader of the Voodoo Cult has a prudent style that is commendable. Even after fighting for so long, he still carefully preserved his strength even at the end of the battle.
But all things are equal!
When the leader of the Voodoo Cult avoided most of the attacks and retained most of his strength, it meant that someone else had to bear the attack of the crocodile-shaped giant beast on his behalf.
There is no doubt that these targets are the generals, martial sects, and the flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses in the sky. The better the state of preservation of the voodoo leader, the more seriously injured these people are.
These people may not be Yang Ji's opponents even when they were in their prime, let alone now.
"call!"
Yang Ji succeeded in the move without hesitation, turned around, and with a flicker of his eye, he immediately pounced on the other remaining martial arts masters like a tiger descending a mountain.
"court death!"
A thunderous voice came from behind, but the voice came from faster, like a torrent of gray-black voodoo blood and energy like thousands of galloping horses. The sound of rolling metal resounded through the void, and the terrifying aura followed like a shadow, chasing after it.
Facing an orthodox eighth-level martial arts master, even Yang Ji found it quite difficult!
call out!
Yang Ji made a decisive decision and gave up the target. He plunged into the water like a whale and quickly dived underwater. Whoop! The wind blew, and where Yang Ji had disappeared, a figure appeared on the magma sea with a gloomy look.
The leader of the Voodoo Cult stared at the direction where Yang Ji disappeared under the lava sea, his face livid, and his eyes full of murderous intent. On his neck, green smoke was billowing, surrounding a U-shaped sharp sword mark, and it was still sizzling.
There was thick smoke.
If eyes could kill, Yang Ji would have died countless times at this moment.
Puff puff!
It was too late to say it, but it was soon. At this moment, three consecutive pop-pop sounds of a sharp sword piercing the flesh and blood came into his ears. Hearing these three consecutive pop-pop sounds, the face of the voodoo leader changed wildly, and he raised his head.
, as far as the eye can see, dozens of feet away, three peak generals who have escaped far away almost freeze at the same time. The three blood holes behind them are in exactly the same position. They are spitting out blood, their bodies are shaking, and they slowly fall down.
Go down.
When the leader of the Voodoo Cult raised his head, he only saw the trembling tails of three silver-white flying swords flashing on the surface of the magma sea before being submerged into the hot magma.
Yang Ji was multitasking. While escaping, he also used three flying swords to catch up with three peak generals and kill them in one fell swoop.
The lower the level, the more serious the injury. Among these people, these three peak generals have the lowest cultivation level, so they are also the most seriously injured.
As soon as Yang Ji launched the attack, they sensed the danger and fled far away. However, they did not expect that they could not escape Yang Ji's pursuit.
The three of them didn't know until their death that the reason why Yang Ji didn't choose them as targets at the beginning was not because he didn't take them seriously at all.
But for Yang Ji, taking the lives of these three people was like trying to kill them, and there was no need to put in any special effort at all!
Three peak generals and three Wuzongs were killed by Yang Ji in the blink of an eye. In addition to the military generals and Wuzongs who were sent out to rest and ask for help, there were ten generals and six Wuzongs had been killed by Yang Ji alone.
Fourteen were lost, leaving only the last two injured Wu Zong!
At this moment, the leader of the Voodoo Cult was about to explode with anger!
The previously discovered fire fish, as well as the later larvae, including the violent crocodile-shaped giant beast... all kinds of strange things, the leader of the Voodoo Cult is still a little bit confused at this time!
He was set up!
It has been targeted and designed from the beginning. And the target is the object hidden in the space magic weapon just now!
The voodoo sect works with gods and ghosts, killing gods when gods block them, and killing Buddhas when Buddha blocks them. Once you get into trouble, they will follow you like a shadow and fight to the death. Since entering the Han Dynasty, there has never been an opponent!
Regardless of whether they are from aristocratic families or family members, no one dares to offend the Voodoo Sect after hearing its reputation!
The leader of the Voodoo Cult never thought in his heart that someone would beat him to death!
This is the first time that someone has actually targeted the Voodoo Sect! It may also be the first time that the Voodoo Sect has suffered such a heavy blow from an opponent whose origins are unknown!
And this huge loss actually happened at his own hands, and it happened when he was very ambitious.
For this mission, he issued a military order and took the initiative to ask for help from above, thus winning this rare opportunity to hunt the crocodile-shaped giant beast.
In the flaming magma world, it is extremely difficult to hunt a giant beast of the martial arts level. Only by succeeding can you show your ability.
He originally regarded this as an opportunity for him to advance, but he didn't expect to receive such a painful blow!
Voodoo has no tolerance for failure!
Such a heavy loss was enough to kill him several times.
When he thought that this operation failed in the hands of a sneaky and hidden thief, he felt so angry that he almost exploded with anger!
"You can't escape!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult jumped up and made an action that no one expected. He gave up on the scarred and dying crocodile-shaped beast, but pursued it in the direction of Yang Ji.
Although the crocodile-shaped giant beast was seriously injured and dying, there was a lack of manpower and there was another person lurking in the dark, peeping, so the operation could no longer continue.
When he thought of this, the leader of the Voodoo Cult became even more angry!
"Voodoo abomination!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult suddenly raised his fist. The next moment, there was a rumble and the earth shook. An earth-shaking Voodoo energy burst out of his body, turned into an iron fist, and suddenly hit Yang Ji, who was escaping underground.
Blast away.
Boom, boom, the power of this punch cannot be described. The entire magma sea with a depth of more than 100 feet was actually penetrated by him, and a huge hole went straight to the sea bed, chasing Yang Ji.
"Bloody smoke!"
Yang Ji was horrified, and a thought flashed subconsciously in his mind.
Legend has it that the Great Martial Sect, who was at the eighth level of martial arts, was so fierce that he could punch out with one punch, and his punch power could reach the sky, and he could even knock down birds flying in the sky.
The range of this terrifying fist power far exceeds that of the Martial Sect at the seventh level of martial arts!
Although Yang Ji had heard of the legend of the bloody wolf smoke, he had never seen it. Legends are legends, reality is reality. When the leader of the Voodoo Cult focused on the crocodile-shaped giant beast, Yang Ji didn't realize it yet.
Only when he focused all his attention on himself and regarded himself as the target of all-out attack, did Yang Ji realize how powerful the Great Martial Sect at the eighth level was.
Yang Ji was a seventh-level Wuzong, and the blood energy in his body turned into sand, and each particle was like iron sand. But the blood energy in the eighth-level Wuzong's body condensed into lumps, like pieces of metal ingots.
The heavy nature of the two cannot be compared. (To be continued...)