This voodoo cult is not only evil and vicious, but also has extremely terrifying power. Even more than any of the forces he is currently in contact with.

He's already caused a lot of trouble before, but he didn't expect to have another one that is even more powerful now. Just thinking about it makes me feel upset.

But Yang Ji's character has never been the kind of character that compromises lightly. Although he knew that this voodoo cult was not easy to mess with, it stimulated Yang Ji's competitive character even more.

"Hmph! If there are more lice, you are not afraid of biting. I've even provoked the Taiyuan Palace, are you still afraid of a voodoo cult? I want to see if you have any choice but to get me!"

A cold light flickered in Yang Ji's eyes.

Just do it, there's nothing to regret. Yang Ji made up his mind to pay attention to it, so he simply didn't do anything, and he must kill all the voodoo cultists in this space, and not one of them will be left.

As long as no one knows that this thing is done by themselves, get through it for a while, and wait until they are strong and out of the woods. What about voodoo?

He also wants to let these obedient surrender at his feet!

"Whew!"

Yang Ji flicked his fingers, and a flying sword shot out instantly. Bang! On the reddish-brown hard ground, there was a bloody hole in the white slave's neck in an instant, and his eyes opened wide, and he immediately remained motionless.

His face was distorted and pale, and his skin was covered with beads of sweat, and it was evident that he had endured great pain before he died.

"Whoosh!"

Yang Ji shook his palm, accepted the fire god cloak on his body (Yang Ji tortured the name of the orange red cloak from the mouth of the white slave), and then flew away into the distance.

Behind him, two flames burned.

Without the protection of the Vulcan Clothes, in this magma world, the corpses would be burned quickly, and there was no need for Yang Ji to deal with them.

Galloping in a sea of hot lava. Yang Ji's heart fluctuated one after another. If this operation is just trying at the beginning, it is best to succeed, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't succeed, so now it has been directly upgraded to a higher level.

Not only did he have to get the soul of the crocodile-shaped giant beast this time, but he also had to kill the leader of the Great Martial Sect-level Voodoo Sect and the rest of the cultists, and he had to do all of this. You also have to destroy the opponent's teleportation array.

As long as this is the case, you will be able to erase all traces without arousing suspicion. Otherwise, as long as one link is not in place, I am afraid that what awaits me will be an endless pursuit of terror.

In terms of the style of these people who have no moral restraint and scruples, refining people's corpses into flying iron corpses and bronze corpses. I'm afraid that even if I hide in the Zhou Mansion, I won't have the slightest sense of security.

'Whoa!'

Yang Ji's body was in shape, and he quickly disappeared into the poisonous fog and black smoke that filled the lava world. In the following time, as Yang Ji expected. Voodoo men were constantly evacuated from the battlefield wounded and rushed to the teleport.

Yang Ji set up an ambush in the sea leading to the teleportation channel, and the mustard bottle and the fire demon cooperated with each other, constantly launching ambushes and killings, killing these voodoo masters who had left the battlefield one by one.

In this short period of time, three more generals and two martial arts fell into the hands of Yang Ji. Plus the dead white slaves, and the previous record of the raging crocodile-shaped giant beast.

Ten of the sixteen masters under the leader of the Voodoo Sect have died at the hands of Yang Ji. That's an extremely large number.

Right now. There were only three martial generals left around him, and the three martial arts sects were only six people. The number of generals is actually the same as that of Wu Zong. I have to say it's a madness.

If it weren't for the four-headed flying iron corpse and the two-headed flying bronze corpse that were infinitely powerful and tireless, and were not afraid of swords and various injuries, I am afraid that this battle would have been unable to hold on.

......

"How did you do that? Why is there no news until now?"

In the midst of the explosions and the earth-shattering waves, a wave of anxiety gradually rose in the heart of the Voodoo leader. He's not a breathless person, just quite. Few things can make his heart fluctuate.

But four seriously injured generals were sent back and forth, and three seriously injured Wu Zong evacuated the battlefield and withdrew to the base.

This is definitely not normal.

In general. The resident masters in the base should have rushed over to take their place.

"Something is wrong, something must be going on here......"

A thought flashed through the voodoo leader's mind. Even though he hadn't seen anything, he had sensed that something must have happened.

It's either in this magma world, or in the base at the other end!

"Whew!—"

The leader of the Voodoo Cult suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a sonorous scream like iron and stone, and in an instant, a flying iron corpse flapped its wings, screamed, and suddenly got out of the fierce battle, and a flying vertical immediately glided out more than ten zhang, and with a bang, it quickly climbed and disappeared into the sky.

Voodoo's flying iron corpses and bronze corpses have never had only one purpose.

If the battle was in full swing and there was a shortage of manpower, if it weren't for the anxiety in his heart, the leader of the Voodoo Cult would definitely not send a flying iron corpse to check at this time.

"Hopefully it's not what I thought it would!"

A grim chill flashed in the eyes of the Voodoo leader, and he quickly threw himself into battle. Opposite the voodoo masters, the crocodile-shaped beast's aura was far less powerful than before......

Unbeknownst to the Voodoo leader, when he sent the Flying Iron Corpse to check on it, at the edge of the battlefield not far from him, two fiery red young bees quietly surfaced from under the hot magma, revealing a pair of complex and careful surveys of the entire battlefield.

All the changes, all the battles can't escape the eyes of these two young bees.

This is the young bee that Yang Ji left to deliberately monitor the Voodoo cultists, and it is also the first batch of young bees developed by the queen bee. The second batch of two young bees died in the battle, and Yang Ji arranged for these two young bees with fire attributes to stay and act as his eyes and ears.

"Can't hide it......"

In the distance, under the surface of the magma sea, more than twenty kilometers away from the battlefield, a thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. What the two young bees see, they will pass on to the queen in the form of pheromones.

And if the queen bee knows, she knows it.

Yang Ji originally wanted to wait a little longer and kill a few more voodoo masters who were left alone and left the battlefield. But seeing this scene, his plan can only end here, and a qiē is just a beautiful imagination.

When the Voodoo leader sent the flying iron corpse toured all the way, he found that those people were nowhere to be seen. Or, go one step further through the guò teleportation channel and enter the other end to investigate the virtual and the real. Then every qiē will be exposed.

The Great Martial Sect of the Voodoo Sect must also know that everything that was sent out had an accident, and he would inevitably be exposed at that time.

"It's time for a second action. Otherwise, when he reacts, there will be no more secrets. I won't have another chance. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

Yang Ji already knew that the four-headed Flying Iron Corpse, and the actual controller of the two-headed Flying Bronze Corpse was the eightfold martial sect with superb martial arts.

His consciousness was attached to the Flying Iron Corpse, and what the Flying Iron Corpse saw was equal to what he saw. Once the other party is alert, then it is equivalent to a complete failure.

The Flying Iron Corpse is extremely fast, and it won't be long before it discovers the truth. So there's not much time left for yourself.

Shout!

The next moment, Yang Jiren's bottle was one, hidden under the surface of the magma sea, riding the wind and waves, and rushing towards the Voodoo cult people at an extremely fast speed.

In just half a tea time, Yang Ji traveled more than twenty miles and arrived at the edge of the battlefield at a very fast speed. The mustard bottle was suspended between the surface of the magma sea and the burning air, and Yang Ji's soul watched the battle in the distance through the bottle.

The magma is boiling, the waves are hundreds, waves of energy are criss-crossed, the sea is dense, the crocodile-like giant beast is scorched black, and a huge figure looms in it.

"The Great Martial Sect-level giant beast is really powerful!"

Yang Ji sighed in his heart.

In a battle at the level of the Great Martial Sect, unless one side has an overwhelming advantage, or has special restraint items, or has a particularly targeted battle policy, it is difficult to decide the winner in a short period of time. This is the reason why Yang Ji is relieved to hunt down and kill Voodoo cultists who have left the battlefield without worrying.

However, although the vitality of the giant beast was strong, Yang Ji still felt that both the combat intensity and the level were very different from before, and it had obviously decreased a lot.

Although the strength of the rage will be greatly increased, the defense and reaction will be much lower in all aspects, which also means that it will take more damage. Compared to before, the strength of this giant beast was significantly weakened.

The only thing that made Yang Ji feel better was that it seemed that the voodoo cultists on the other side were not very good. In order to deal with this crocodile beast, to take it down as much as possible, and not to let it escape before it wakes up, a group of voodoo cultists are attacking completely against its furious attacks.

Now, it's not just the crocodile beast that has been injured, and it's not going to be good. Even the leader of the Voodoo Sect at the level of the Eightfold Dà Martial Sect was injured, and his strength was no longer as terrifying and powerful as before, not to mention the other Martial Sects and generals.

After sixteen top voodoo cultists were quietly killed by Yang Ji or borrowed a knife, or secretly ambushed and killed, there were less than six, and there were only seven voodoo leaders.

This made the situation faced by the Voodoo people quite embarrassing, and their combat effectiveness was insufficient, and they were overstretched one by one.

In the end of this battle, even if the Voodoo cult succeeds, I am afraid that the casualties will be quite heavy!

"It's a pity, I can't wait for this moment!"

Yang Ji sighed again in his heart, the leader of the Voodoo Sect was really cautious. There is no one else in the magma world, and he doesn't know his own existence, but in this case, he can send the Flying Iron Corpse to find out the situation in the fastest time, and he doesn't even care about the lack of manpower on the battlefield. (To be continued......)