But the fact is right in front of him. Whether he believes it or not, this little martial arts master at the seventh level of martial arts not only withstood his exquisite spiritual perception, but also withdrew from the joint attack of him, three flying iron corpses, and two flying bronze corpses.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there were such people in the world!
"Space magic weapon, space magic weapon... Who is this person?"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult gnashed his teeth, his eyes filled with cold light. If eyes could kill, the little thief underground would have been shot through him thousands of times.
Sixteen subordinates, more than a dozen died, but even now, he still doesn't know the origin of the person who ambushed them?
I don’t even know what he looks like!
This is a huge shame for the Voodoo Sect and the great martial arts sect of his level!
However, he deeply believes that this situation will never last long.
"Sooner or later I will crush you to pieces and tear you into pieces!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult said. Just as he was gritting his teeth, a sudden change occurred, boom! The tide rose and fell, and a powerful wave swept from under the sea bed.
Even though the leader of the Voodoo Cult was calm, wise, and ruthless, he would not cause too much trouble, but when he felt the source of the fluctuation, he couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes.
Surprise, confusion, disbelief... all kinds of emotions flashed through his eyes. The leader of the Voodoo Cult couldn't believe what he saw. The slippery thief who only knew how to sneak attack and escape unexpectedly stopped.
Come down.
Not only did he stop and not run away, but he rushed towards me.
"Hahaha, okay, okay, okay!... No matter what your reputation is, this time I will crush you to ashes and cut you into pieces!"
After the initial surprise, the leader of the Voodoo Cult soon started to smile ferociously. He didn't know what the little thief hiding in the mustard bottle was going to do, nor why he did it.
But he doesn’t need to know at all!
No matter what he was doing, whether he was crazy or had some ulterior motive, when he stopped running away and rushed towards himself, his outcome was already determined.
This little thief is dead. No one in heaven and earth can save him!
"Boom!"
Black smoke billowed, poisonous mist flowed across the sky, and there was a steel-like roar in the void. In the blink of an eye, the shadow of a huge copper furnace of essence and blood appeared behind the leader of the Voodoo Cult.
His whole body was hidden in the voodoo mist, and only a pair of eyes burst out with bright light, like a demon god.
It was too late, but it was too soon. Almost at the same time that the leader of the Voodoo Cult was sacrificing all his energy and preparing to take action, with a bang, Yang Ji instantly passed through the torrent of magma and jumped out of the water.
However, unlike what the leader of the Voodoo Cult had imagined, the small lead-gray bottle disappeared, and a rumble of steel also sounded in the void. A majestic aura emitted from the void.
In the blink of an eye, the copper-gray Najie bottle disappeared. And under the magma sea, an eight-armed demon god with a height of more than three people jumped out from under the magma sea. His body was dark, as powerful as a prison, and he looked like a mountain. (Correction: I wrote a six-armed demon god in the previous article.
In fact, he is an eight-armed demon).
This eight-armed demon has a bronze sheen all over its body, and its eight arms hold eight weapons: knives, spears, swords, halberds, grenades, berylliums, wheels, and saws. It is majestic, and a huge aura emanates from its body.
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The eight-armed demon god, Yang Ji, sacrificed the most powerful magic weapon and stood in front of the leader of the Voodoo Sect.
"If you want to fight, then come on!"
Yang Ji stood on the sea. He was condescending and majestic, and even his voice had a metallic vibrato. Yang Ji sacrificed this eight-armed demonic nerve painting, and his aura suddenly surged. He was promoted from the seventh level of martial arts to the highest level.
Although he is still not as good as the leader of the Voodoo Cult at the eighth level of martial arts, there has been a qualitative change.
"Boom!"
The void roared sharply, without the slightest hesitation. At the moment when he appeared on the sea, Yang Ji drove the eight-armed demon body that was more than three people tall. The eight arms wielded knives, spears, swords, halberds, swords, berylliums, wheels, and saws.
The eight weapons rushed towards the Voodoo leader like a black storm.
Up to this point in the battle, Yang Ji finally revealed his true and strongest strength, and defended the leader of the Voodoo Sect with the strength of the elementary level of the Eight Great Martial Arts.
"Hahaha……"
When the leader of the Voodoo Cult saw the huge black eight-armed demon, he was first surprised, then laughed, not surprised but happy:
"Such a treasure would be a waste if it fell into your hands. You'd better let me store it for you!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult had extraordinary vision, and he could see at a glance that the eight-armed demon god incarnated by Yang Ji was an extremely powerful treasure.
If he had this treasure, maybe his mistake this time would be greatly alleviated. And if he added the bottle-shaped space magic weapon on this little thief...
Maybe not only do I have no fault, but I actually have merit!
Thinking of this, the leader of the Voodoo Cult did not hesitate anymore, boom! With an earth-shaking loud noise, the leader of the Voodoo Cult once again used the bloody fist power technique, and the terrifying power of the Great Wuzong level turned into a gray-black column of fist power.
, overwhelming the mountains and seas, destroying the heaven and earth, and fiercely blasted towards the eight-armed demon god who rushed towards the opposite side.
A heavy roar of steel sounded in the void!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In a short period of time, no one could calculate how many punches Yang Ji's incarnation of the eight-armed demon had punched and how many weapons it cut out.
A frightening storm of weapons swirled around him. Faced with this power, not to mention the peak martial arts masters at the same level as Yang Ji, even the elementary eight major martial arts masters would be frightened.
However, in the face of Yang Ji's shocking weapon storm, the leader of the Voodoo Cult just smiled contemptuously. This kind of unique skill can be used against ordinary eighth-level beginners, and the great martial arts sect whose realm is not yet stable.
But against a peak martial arts master like him, this kind of strength is just ridiculous. Even if his strength is exhausted and he has dropped from the peak to the middle level, he cannot be compared with an opportunistic little thief.
A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship!
Facing the storm of Yang Ji's eight black weapons, the leader of the Voodoo Cult just used a simple punch of Blood Qi Wolf Smoke. With just one punch, it covered all the sharpness of Yang Ji's eight black weapons.
boom!
Just like a flood peak breaking through an embankment or a hurricane knocking down a big tree, Yang Ji's eight-armed demon was hit hard by the voodoo leader with just one blow, and his body flew out like a piece of paper.
Weapons, whether swords, guns, knives, or halberds, collided with each other, making a loud steel collision sound.
boom!
The magma splashed in all directions, and the waves were thousands of feet high. The eight-armed demon god incarnated by Yang Ji was smashed on the magma sea like a rock. His heavy body slid out more than ten feet away, leaving behind him on the surface of the fiery red magma.
Next straight dent.
Boom, the void twisted. Almost at the same time that the eight-armed demon flew out, the void twisted, and the leader of the Voodoo Cult fired an unprecedented punch of blood and smoke, piercing through the void and blasting away from a distance.
On the sea of scalding magma, the eight-armed demon god lay prone, with his bronze face facing down. He didn't even look at it. He immediately exerted his strength, and with a bang, he shot up straight into the void. A "immortal's shadow change" could not be released in the blink of an eye.
Then he dodged the Voodoo leader's attack again.
"Hahaha……"
Yang Ji laughed loudly, with a metallic trembling sound that was extremely strange in the void. Although he was injured again, this time after fusion with the eight-armed demon, Yang Ji's injuries were far less severe than before.
A considerable part of the voodoo leader's attacks were absorbed by the eight-armed demon!
"If you want to fight, let's do it again!"
Yang Ji laughed wildly and shook the green Falun in the second demon's arm. It was also a magic weapon, but the power of this magic weapon in Yang Ji's hands was vastly different from that in the hands of the Ghost Mansion helmsman!
"call!"
The howling wind turned into green hurricanes around the huge eight-armed demon, pushing Yang Ji to rush towards the leader of the Voodoo Cult. Buzz, there was a flash of light, the void twisted, and Yang Ji appeared almost instantly.
In front of the voodoo leader.
boom!
The eight weapons turned into eight black storms and the leader of the Voodoo Cult collided fiercely on the magma sea. There was a rumble, the earth cracked and the landslide, and the rolling magma was shocked within tens of feet. Within a radius of a hundred feet, a shocking explosion was launched.
Thousands of waves.
call out!
After one blow, the eight-armed demon god, who was as tall as three people and as heavy as a mountain, quickly disappeared into the void like a wisp of smoke. And where the eight-armed demon god disappeared, a lead-gray metal bottle appeared out of thin air, but it was Yang.
Ji put away the incarnation of the eight-armed demon god and turned to sacrifice the Naji bottle.
Phew! With a flash of light, the bottle of Najie shot through the air, quickly pierced into the giant waves of magma like an arrow from a string, and fled to the bottom of the sea.
"Where to escape!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult was furious. He never expected that Yang Ji, who looked so aggressive, would actually escape from me halfway. Buzz! His body swayed and he subconsciously chased me out.
However, just after chasing him a few feet, he felt a chill on his body. The leader of the Voodoo Cult looked down and his expression changed instantly. He was wearing a fire god suit to protect himself from the scorching heat. At some point, he was torn into several pieces from the front and back, and his face changed.
It hangs on the body like a strip of cloth.
Without the defense of the Vulcan Clothes, raging heat and flames were everywhere in the magma world, immediately pouring in like a flood of water, and the majestic voodoo blood in the voodoo leader's body immediately burned quickly.
"Not good! I fell into his trap!"
At this moment, the leader of the Voodoo Cult, Fu Zhixin, instantly understood Yang Ji's purpose, and his whole face suddenly changed!
"Hahaha, you guessed it right, but it's a pity that you found it too late!"
Yang Ji laughed loudly, and the sarcastic voice echoed in all directions, coming from the bottom of the sea. The fish finally took the bait. He had planned for so long and finally succeeded.
Unlike Yang Ji, on the sea, the face of the Voodoo leader changed several times, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
He was cautious by nature and knew that Yang Ji must have something up his sleeve, so he was extremely vigilant. He didn't make any mistakes along the way, so he couldn't be said to be careless.
But no matter how smart he was, he would never have imagined that the target of a strong man like Yang Ji was not himself, but the Vulcan Clothes on his body! (To be continued...)