The leader of the Voodoo Cult never thought that Yang Ji would have such ability!
This is no longer an accident, but a shock!
But it was too late. With a fall, the leader of the Voodoo Cult fell from the void. If he fell like this, even the soft magma would become the same as rock.
If the voodoo leader really falls, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.
"Bah!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult let out a scream and fell straight down from the sky. He had been summoning flying monsters for several days. But before these flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses came over, Yang Ji came first, and the fiery red sky
In the middle, a small lead-gray bottle comes and goes, just like a reminder.
"Boom!"
The void shook, the earth shook, and in the blink of an eye, a straight column of gray-black fist energy, blood energy, and smoke, overwhelming and overwhelming, came towards Yang Ji.
However, the moment the leader of the Voodoo Cult fell out of balance, he unleashed a fist full of blood and energy and struck Yang Ji.
But this punch was easily dodged by Yang Ji.
boom!
With a flash of sword energy, the leader of the Voodoo Cult screamed and was instantly blown away, falling in the opposite direction to the transmission channel.
"laugh!"
The wind was strong, and several sharp claws flashed with cold light and fell from the sky. The moment the Voodoo leader was blown away, he controlled two flying monsters and rushed towards Yang Ji.
But Yang Ji didn't pay attention at all. A "immortal shadow changer" moved more than ten feet in the void, instantly dodged the attack of two flying iron corpses, and rushed towards the leader of the Voodoo Cult.
Hedong in thirty years, Hexi in forty years!
At this moment, the Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse were far less flexible and safer in the sky than the Najie Bottle. The leader of the Voodoo Cult wanted to compete and fight with Yang Ji in the sky, which was simply a delusion.
call out!
With a flash, Yang Ji caught up with the leader of the Voodoo Cult again and hit him like a meteor from the sky. Just when he was about to ride on a flying bronze corpse, he was knocked away again.
"...I forgot to tell you, don't be happy too early! Hahaha!"
Yang Ji laughed loudly and never missed the opportunity to attack the leader of the Voodoo Cult. The loud voice echoed like a giant bell, making the Voodoo Cult leader look extremely ugly.
"Boy, you will pay the price!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult screamed, and suddenly shot out a burst of Voodoo blood energy. His body flipped in the sky. He no longer tried to leave on the flying iron corpse, but made a decisive decision and fell straight down.
The Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse are absolutely no match for Yang Ji. Unless he takes action himself, these flying monsters cannot match the flexibility of the mustard bottle in Yang Ji's hand.
After several short battles, the leader of the Voodoo Cult deeply understood that he could never defeat Yang Ji in the sky. He was also a decisive person. Realizing this, he made a decisive decision and immediately gave up his previous escape from the sky.
The plan fell towards the magma sea again.
You will also be ambushed and sniped by Yang Ji on the magma sea, but at least it is much safer than in the sky!
Bang bang bang!
The leader of the Voodoo Cult borrowed the power of several flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses to roll all the way. After only a few breaths, he fell from the sky, landed on the magma sea with a bang, and flew towards the teleportation array crazily.
go.
"Hmph! You're really quick to see opportunities!"
Yang Ji was slightly surprised when he saw this. He snorted coldly and did not stop him. Instead, he quickly chased after the voodoo leader after he fell.
Flying in the air requires a huge amount of energy to travel through the sky. This kind of consumption is quite strenuous even with Yang Ji's current Wuzong-level strength.
Yang Ji didn't want to consume too much energy unless necessary. After all, the energy might have a huge effect on him at some point.
And on the magma sea, it is also quite powerful for myself!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The waves were thousands of feet high, the magma was boiling, and the entire magma sea turned into a war between two people again. Boom! The two people separated as soon as they got together, and started chasing again.
However, this time, Yang Ji could clearly feel that the leader of the Voodoo Cult had changed his tactics. His tactics became mainly about escaping, and separated from Yang Ji as soon as he got together, without getting too entangled with Yang Ji at all.
"Hmph! Do you want to change your mind and run away at this time? What a wonderful idea!"
Yang Ji's heart is like a bright mirror.
With the leader of the Voodoo Cult, whose cultivation level is at the peak of the Great Wuzong level, this approach is simply embarrassing. But no matter how embarrassing it is, it is nothing compared to losing his life. The leader of the Voodoo Cult obviously no longer cares about face.
But I have to admit that this tactic is quite effective.
No matter how smart and scheming Yang Ji is, the gap between the two sides is there. When the leader of the Voodoo Cult, a great martial arts sect, is determined to escape, with his skill, courage and exquisite calculation ability, even Yang Ji can't.
Can't stop him.
The two of them went all the way east, using their methods, splitting and joining, joining and splitting, almost miles of distance in a few breaths. The only thing standing on Yang Ji's side now is time.
The voodoo leader's blood is being depleted every moment. As long as he consumes all his blood before he reaches the transmission channel, then this battle will be on his side.
"Three sticks of incense only last for three sticks of incense... I don't believe you can return to the teleportation channel!"
Yang Ji's eyes flickered and he made rapid calculations in his mind.
The leader of the Voodoo Cult is too powerful. The peak-level Great Wuzong is not at the level of Yang Ji that he can fight against. If it were a different place, a place like the magma world, Yang Ji would only be able to run away when he encountered such a person.
How far.
Challenging the Great Wuzong with Wuzong-level strength? That is simply wishful thinking!
However, the special environment of the magma world provided Yang Ji with a special and powerful environment. The blood was consumed rapidly, and even a strong man like Tu Su Renxiong, who was also a peak martial arts sect, could only last for an hour, let alone others.
Yang Ji wanted to take advantage of the ubiquitous high temperature in the magma world to consume Kong's strength. For this moment, he had planned a lot, from the initial attack to the final attempt to lure the leader of the Voodoo Cult to escape from the teleportation channel.
time is life!
For Yang Ji, this is his only chance to challenge such a powerful Dawu Sect!
At the same time, the voodoo leader's mood was completely different.
He has never been chased by a small seventh-level martial arts sect, but this kind of fantasy is actually happening.
"Fifty miles, there are still fifty miles... As long as I get there and find Hong Nu and the others, I can get rid of all this completely!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult gritted his teeth fiercely. No matter how much Yang Ji struggled, he only had one target in his eyes, which was the two subordinates he left behind.
As long as you get the Vulcan clothes from them, you can solve the current predicament by yourself.
For me right now, the biggest threat does not come from Yang Ji's attack, but from the scorching heat everywhere in this space.
However, this situation was caused by Yang Ji, which also deepened his hatred for Yang Ji.
"As long as I can get the Fire God Clothes, as long as I can get the Fire God Clothes..., I will never let you die easily!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult has lost his temper. If he cannot avenge this shameful humiliation, he will never be able to hold his head up. He originally just wanted to kill Yang Ji, but now he has changed his mind.
Death is too cheap for those who are against the Voodoo Cult. He will extract his soul, refine his body into a flying iron corpse, and then sink and endure pain forever.
Just like everyone else who goes against Voodoo!
Bang bang bang!
Flames flew everywhere, and more than ten miles passed by in the blink of an eye. Yang Ji could clearly feel the changes in the leader of the Voodoo Cult. His strength was getting weaker and weaker, and he was far less powerful than before.
If we say that the initial battle with the crocodile-shaped giant beast caused his strength to drop from that of a peak martial artist to that of a mid-level martial artist.
So now, he has fallen from the realm of the intermediate great martial arts master to the realm of the elementary great martial arts master. It may not seem like a big difference, but it is an essential difference.
Now, Yang Ji has become more and more able to withstand the attacks of the Voodoo leader, and the extent of being knocked back is far less severe than before!
"Thirty miles!..."
The leader of the Voodoo Cult gritted his teeth, threw Yang Ji away with a slap, swallowed a pill, and rushed forward. Now, hope was igniting in his eyes.
"Twenty miles!..."
Like a person in distress, drifting in the sea, ups and downs, and then suddenly saw a protruding island in front of him.
At this moment, life ignited in the eyes of the Voodoo leader.
"Ten miles!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult withstood Yang Ji's attack and rushed forward. Ten miles was not far away, and he could already see the hope of success.
"Bah!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult suddenly raised his neck and let out an earth-shattering scream, hoping to attract two Wuzong-level subordinates to come to him.
Ten miles is not too far away, and you can definitely hear your screams. As long as they take the initiative to assist you, you can save a lot of time, and you can quickly reverse the situation of the battle.
The roaring and roaring sound reached for miles, like a bolt of thunder that swept across the sky and flew into the distance.
Unfortunately, yellow poisonous mist and black smoke filled the air, blocking the view and making it impossible to see the scene in the distance. However, the leader of the Voodoo Cult believed that as long as they heard his howling, they would definitely come to respond to him.
"Buzz!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult got angry, left Yang Ji behind, rushed into the poisonous mist and black smoke that filled the magma sea, and rushed away.
Nine miles!
It was quiet ahead, the whistling had stopped, but no movement was heard. The leader of the Voodoo Cult was slightly anxious. Didn't Hong Slave and the others hear it? Why was there no whistling response?
Eight miles!
The distance is getting closer!
But it was still quiet ahead, and the Voodoo leader had no choice but to whistle again.
Seven miles!
Six miles!
Five miles!
…
The distance was getting closer and closer, but there was still no movement in the mist. The leader of the Voodoo Cult was frantic in his heart, and finally couldn't help but gradually become angry.