Just hearing a roar, this time, the leader of the Voodoo Cult was knocked back more than ten feet! Constantly being burned by the scorching heat, the strength of the Voodoo Cult leader has been weakened to an incredible level. It is much different from before.
For example, there is no difference.
Ding ding ding!
More than a dozen flying swords roared, fighting fiercely with the flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses in the sky as if they were alive, preventing these flying monsters from flying down.
Each of these special products of the Voodoo Cult was extremely powerful. When they hit the flying sword, even the flying sword was knocked away, as if it had been hit by a mountain.
However, Yang Ji relied on his huge reserve of fire water plants to block the attack of these four ferocious flying monsters.
Yang Ji himself pounced like a tiger.
"puff!"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult did not hold out for long. From the moment he lost the Vulcan Clothes, the war had already tilted towards Yang Ji.
His ending was doomed from that moment on.
Poof! A moment later, as Yang Ji's dark red "bloodthirsty sword" penetrated deeply into the heart of the voodoo leader, everything was over.
The leader of the Voodoo Cult grabbed Yang Ji's sword with both hands and slowly fell down.
"If you don't win, Voodoo will not lose! My talisman has been sent out..."
The leader of the Voodoo Cult turned pale. He had now completely fallen back to the seventh level of martial arts. The vitality of the eighth level of the great martial arts was too strong. Yang Ji stabbed him in the heart, but he was not dead yet.
"From now on, run for your life. If you kill me, the bigger figures in our Voodoo sect will be alarmed. The Lord Protector will be dispatched soon. By then, you will regret not dying in my hands today.
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The leader of the Voodoo Cult looked at Yang Ji, holding on to the long sword in Yang Ji's hand to support his body. There was a strange smile on his pale face at the moment, and it was indescribable horror. It seemed that this battle had failed.
It's Yang Ji, not him!
Yang Ji remained silent, neither drawing out his sword nor pushing him away.
A ray of gray-black light on the horizon quickly faded away. There was no way around it. A centipede would be dead but not stiff, and a skinny camel would still be bigger than a horse. In the end, Yang Ji still couldn't stop him.
Yang Ji knew what the leader of the Voodoo Cult was planning, and also knew why he had such a sly smile. The leader of the Voodoo Cult was both proud and arrogant.
Perhaps seeing that the leader of the Voodoo Cult was not far away from death, Yang Ji was silent for a moment, sighed, and finally decided to tell him the truth before he died, so as to destroy his unrealistic illusions.
"You won't succeed..."
Yang Ji leaned over and whispered a few words softly in the ear of the Voodoo leader. In an instant, the Voodoo leader's pupils suddenly dilated, and a flush suddenly appeared under his skin. He looked excited and breathed
Hastily, puff, puff, puff, a pair of hands were grabbing at the air, as if trying to catch something.
"you you you……"
The leader of the Voodoo Cult said the word "you" three times in a row, and his body stiffened suddenly, and he froze in the void. He remained motionless. When he died, his eyes were still wide open. But his pupils quickly dilated.
This is true death with eyes open!
"Pfft!"
Seeing the death of the leader of the Voodoo Cult, Yang Ji snorted coldly and with a puff, pulled out the scarlet bloodthirsty sword from his body.
Without the support of the bloodthirsty sword, the body of the Voodoo leader fell down with a thud and fell into the magma.
"After a lot of effort, we finally solved it!"
Yang Ji stretched out his long sword and stabbed the corpse of the leader of the Voodoo Cult. This was the first time he had dealt with a strong man at the Wuzong level. If he hadn't succeeded in killing him with the help of the special environment of the magma world, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Being able to summon a large number of military generals at every turn, the existence and power of Wuzong is by no means comparable to that of small cults in ordinary local counties.
It is impossible for Yang Ji to deal with a huge organization and its power alone. Only by completely eliminating future troubles can future troubles be avoided.
With the death of the leader of the voodoo sect, his operation was basically a success.
"Bah!"
Waves of mournful screams came from the sky, attracting Yang Ji's attention. Turning around and raising his head, Yang Ji saw several flying iron corpses in the sky. The bronze corpses screamed and flew high into the sky, circling in the sky.
Yang Ji's heart moved, and he suddenly stretched out his long sword to pick at the leader of the Voodoo Cult. Sure enough, he picked out a two-fingered black iron token from his body.
The black iron token is very heavy, completely out of proportion to its size. There is also a curl of gray mist spewing from the surface, which looks quite strange.
On the surface of the black iron token, Yang Ji saw a vivid relief of a flying monster.
"As expected!"
Yang Ji was overjoyed and held the iron plate in his palm with his long sword. After weighing it, Yang Ji could clearly feel a familiar aura.
It’s the remaining soul of the leader of the Voodoo Cult!
Although the leader of the Voodoo Cult died, his remnant soul left in the control iron plate has not completely disappeared. This is the reason why the four flying monsters screamed but did not attack.
The remnant soul does not have the ability to think.
"These flying monsters are still somewhat useful, and they may even play unexpected roles in the future."
Yang Ji said happily.
The biggest treasure of the Voodoo leader is these flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses. Yang Ji has fought against them before and knows that these guys are very powerful.
And the most special thing is their ability to fly.
This kind of flying monster that can soar into the blue world and has the ability to fight in the air is an excellent killing weapon in the air. It can not only intercept the opponent, but also kill the riding pets such as giant eagles and cranes, and prevent the opponent from escaping.
Road, and at critical moments, it can also help you escape when encountering danger.
The sky has always been a restricted area for warriors, even Martial Saints. At this stage, there are really very few people who can fly in the air and threaten the Flying Iron Corpse and Flying Bronze Corpse - not everyone is like Yang Ji
Possessing a space magic weapon like the Najie Bottle.
Moreover, the Naji bottle also has a huge disadvantage, which is that it consumes a lot of blood!
Although Yang Ji collected a large amount of fire-attributed water plants in the magma world, which contained a large amount of fire element energy, no matter how much energy he had, it would be exhausted one day. On the contrary, it was not as good as these flying iron corpses and flying copper corpses, which did not consume much energy.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's mind moved, and a burst of blood entered the control token. The next moment, Yang Ji's eyes darkened, as if he had entered another world. In front of him were countless rotating magic circles, densely packed magic circles, as if countless gears were rotating according to certain rules.
which operates.
Through the gear-shaped magic circle, Yang Ji saw six drops of suspended blood. One of the drops had turned black, while the other five drops of blood were surging, transforming into three flying iron corpses and one flying corpse.
The shapes of the bronze corpses are waving their wings one by one, and they are vivid.
"It turns out that this kind of magic weapon still needs blood to cooperate!"
Yang Jifu reached his mind and understood immediately. Opening his eyes, Yang Ji pricked his finger, dripped out a few drops of blood, penetrated into the control iron plate, then input the blood energy again, and refined it one by one according to the order of the magic circle.
"Buzz!"
A moment later, there was a buzzing sound, and Yang Ji's soul suddenly split into a very small part. This part was then divided into five parts, dispersed into five consciousness fragments, and was sucked into the control iron plate.
Yang Ji was as calm as ever, knowing that this was an inevitable phenomenon for puppet-like magic weapons. Only by injecting consciousness can these puppet magic weapons be controlled.
However, the flying monster token of Voodoo seems to be a bit special, and it actually actively absorbs the consciousness of its owner.
"boom!"
Just for a moment, Yang Ji's consciousness suddenly exploded violently like a cosmic explosion. There seemed to be invisible threads extending from the void, connecting to Yang Ji's consciousness.
Yang Ji's body was stiff and unable to move, and the world of consciousness was even more dark. As if a moment had passed, and countless long centuries had passed, Yang Ji suddenly came into contact with five consciousnesses, separated in different directions.
"It's those flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses!"
A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and he quickly understood. Those four vague consciousnesses were actually four flying monsters flying in the sky, and one of them was still far away. It was the one sent out by the leader of the Voodoo Sect in the first place.
The first flying iron corpse!
This hint of enlightenment passed through his heart, and a change suddenly occurred. The next moment, Yang Ji's consciousness poured into it. Yang Ji immediately saw pairs of sharp claws, the whistling wind of flames passing around, and the boiling fire below.
, an endless ocean of magma.
Five pictures appeared in front of Yang Ji's "eyes" almost at the same time. Together with Yang Ji himself, there were six pictures!
One person has six visions. Yang Ji finally understood why the leader of the Voodoo Cult, an eighth-level martial arts sect, needed to be constantly distracted to control these flying puppets.
These five flying iron corpses and bronze corpses are by no means controllable by ordinary people. Even the leader of the Voodoo Sect has to indirectly assist through howling, let alone others.
If you are not a person with extremely strong spirit, consciousness and willpower, you may become dizzy and have a nervous breakdown as soon as you come into contact with the five completely different fields of vision.
Although Yang Ji was a little dizzy at first, the spiritual field is his strength after all. This strength is all-round, not just mental strength.
It only took a while for Yang Ji to adapt to this unique and unprecedented experience of having six pairs of "eyes".
"It's really strange!"
Yang Ji quite playfully adapted to this strange view of the sky and the ground. I have to say that this feeling is indeed very novel.
"The leader of the Voodoo Cult took a trick. The Flying Iron Corpse and the Bronze Corpse are not used in this way. He should be Tuduo, so he cut off the connection between himself and the Flying Iron Corpse and the Bronze Corpse. Instead, he used indirect control.
Fa, when needed, regain your consciousness and take over the control of the Flying Iron Corpse and the Bronze Corpse."
Yang Ji thought about the previous scene when the leader of the Voodoo Cult controlled the Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse, and thought deeply in his heart. There is strength in numbers, this is the simplest principle. The Voodoo Cult leader is obviously very interested in controlling the Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse.