Hearing only a boom, this time, the Voodoo leader was knocked flying more than ten feet! Constantly suffering from the scorching heat, the strength of the Voodoo leader has been weakened to an incredible point, and there is no difference compared to before.

Ding Ding Ding!

More than a dozen flying swords roared like life, fighting fiercely with the flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses in the sky, preventing these flying monsters from flying down.

Each of these special products of voodoo is infinitely powerful, and when it hits the flying sword, even the flying sword is knocked away, like hitting a mountain peak.

However, Yang Ji relied on the huge reserves of fire-based aquatic plants to block the attack of these four fierce flying monsters.

And Yang Ji himself pounced like a tiger.

"Poof!"

The leader of the Voodoo Cult didn't last long, and from the moment he lost the Vulcan cloak, the war was already tilting in Yang Ji's favor.

His end was already doomed from the moment he didn't have it.

Poof! A moment later, as Yang Ji's dark red "bloodthirsty sword" slashed deep into the heart of the voodoo leader, it was all over.

The leader of the Voodoo Sect grabbed Yang Ji's sword with both hands and slowly fell.

"If you don't win, the Voodoo cult won't lose......!

The leader of the Voodoo Sect turned pale, and he had now completely fallen back to the Martial Dao Sevenfold Martial Sect Realm. The vitality of the Eightfold Great Martial Sect was too strong, and Yang Ji was hit in his heart, but he was actually not dead yet.

"From now on, run for your life. You killed me, but it was the bigger people of our voodoo cult who were alarmed. The Dharma Protector will be dispatched soon. At that time, you will regret not dying at my hands today......"

The leader of the Voodoo Sect looked at Yang Ji, supporting his body by grabbing the long sword in Yang Ji's hand. There was a weird smile on that miserable white face at the moment, indescribable horror, as if it was Yang Ji who lost this battle. And not him!

Yang Ji was silent, did not draw his long sword, and did not push him away.

A gray and black light on the horizon quickly faded away, and there was no way to do it. The hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen, and the emaciated camel is still bigger than the horse, until the end. Yang Ji still couldn't stop him.

Yang Ji knew what the Voodoo leader had in mind, and he also knew why he had such a sly smile. The leader of the Voodoo cult is proud and arrogant.

Perhaps seeing that the leader of the Voodoo Sect was not far from death, Yang Ji was silent for a moment, sighed, and finally decided to tell him the truth before he died, and dispel the other party's unrealistic illusions.

"You won't succeed ......"

Yang Ji leaned down and whispered a few words in the voodoo leader's ear after saying this. In an instant, the voodoo leader's pupils suddenly dilated. A flush suddenly appeared under his skin, his expression was excited, his breath was short, poof, and his hands were clutching in the air, as if he wanted to grasp something.

"You...... You...... You ......"

The leader of the Voodoo Cult said the word "you" three times in a row, and his body stiffened violently, and he froze in the void. Motionless, until the time of death. The eyes are still wide open, but the pupils are rapidly dilating.

It's a real blind eye!

"Poof!"

Seeing the death of the leader of the Voodoo Sect, Yang Ji snorted coldly, snorted, and pulled out the crimson bloodthirsty sword from his body.

Without the support of the Bloodthirsty Sword, the body of the Voodoo leader fell to the ground with a thud. Fall into the lava.

"After all the effort, it was finally solved!"

Yang Ji stretched out his long sword and stuck it in the body of the Voodoo leader. This was the first time he had dealt with a Martial Sect-level powerhouse, and if he hadn't succeeded in killing it with the help of the special environment of the magma world, the consequences would be unimaginable.

This kind of existence that can summon a large number of generals and martial arts at every turn. The power is by no means comparable to that of ordinary small cults in local counties and counties.

It is impossible for Yang Ji to deal with a huge organization and force alone. As long as the aftermath is completely eliminated, the aftermath can be eliminated.

As soon as the leader of the Voodoo cult died, his own operation was largely successful.

"Wow!"

A burst of mournful screams came from the sky to attract Yang Ji's attention, turned around, raised his head, Yang Ji saw several flying iron corpses and bronze corpses in the sky screaming sadly, flying high, hovering in the sky.

Yang Ji's heart moved, and he suddenly stretched out his long sword and picked it on the leader of the Voodoo Sect, and between Susu, he really picked out a black iron token with a width of two fingers on his body.

The Black Iron Token was very heavy, completely disproportionate to its volume, and the surface was spewing out a curling gray mist, which looked quite strange.

On the surface of the black iron token, Yang Ji saw a vivid and lifelike image of a flying monster in relief.

"Sure enough!"

Yang Ji was overjoyed in his heart, and used his long sword to hold the iron plate to the palm of his hand. After checking it, Yang Ji could clearly feel a familiar aura.

It's the remnants of the soul of the Voodoo leader!

Although the leader of the Voodoo Cult is dead, the remnants of his soul left in the control plate have not completely disappeared. That's why the four-headed flying monster screams but doesn't attack.

Remnants are incapable of thinking.

"These flying monsters are still somewhat useful, and they may be able to play an unexpected role in the future. ”

Yang Ji said happily.

The biggest treasures on the Voodoo leader's body are these flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses. Yang Ji had fought with them and knew that these guys were very powerful.

And the most special thing is their ability to fly.

This kind of flying monster that can soar over the green and have the ability to fight in the air is an excellent killing weapon in the air, not only can intercept the other party, kill those giant eagles, giant cranes and other riding pets, block the opponent's escape, and at the critical moment, in case of danger, you can also help yourself escape.

The sky has always been a forbidden area for martial artists, even martial saints. At this stage, there are really very few people who can fly in the sky and threaten the Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse,—— not everyone has a space magic weapon like Yang Ji.

And there is a huge disadvantage of the mustard bottle, that is, it consumes blood gas extremely much!

Although Yang Ji has collected a large number of fire attribute aquatic plants in the magma world, which contains a large amount of fire element energy, no matter how much energy he has, he will be exhausted one day. On the contrary, it is not as good as these flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses, which do not consume much energy.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji's heart moved, and a stream of blood qi entered the control token. The next moment, Yang Ji's eyes darkened, as if he had entered another world, and in front of him were countless rotating magic circles, dense magic circles, as if countless gears were running in them according to some law.

And through the gear-shaped magic circle, Yang Ji saw six drops of suspended blood. One drop of its protection has turned black, while the other five drops of blood are surging, transforming into the shape of three flying iron corpses and one flying bronze corpse, waving their wings one by one, vividly.

"It turns out that this magic weapon still needs to be matched by blood!"

Yang Jifu went to his heart and immediately understood. Opening his eyes, Yang Ji broke his fingers, dripping out a few drops of blood, penetrating into the control iron plate, and then injecting blood qi again, refining them one by one in the order of the magic circle.

"Buzz!"

A moment later, with a buzz, Yang Ji's soul suddenly split into a very small part. This part then split into five parts, scattered into five fragments of consciousness, and was sucked into the control iron plate.

Yang Ji's heart was as calm as ever, knowing that this was an inevitable phenomenon of puppet-like magic weapons. As long as consciousness is infused, these puppets can be controlled.

However, this flying monster token of the Voodoo Cult looks a little more special, and it actually takes the initiative to absorb the consciousness of the master.

"Boom!"

Just for a moment, Yang Ji's consciousness suddenly exploded violently as if the universe exploded, and there seemed to be wisps of invisible silk threads extending in the void, connecting to Yang Ji's consciousness.

Yang Ji was stiff, unable to move, and the world of consciousness was even darker. As if a moment had passed, and as if countless long centuries had passed, Yang Ji suddenly came into contact with the five realms of consciousness, separated in different directions.

"It's those Flying Iron Corpses and Flying Bronze Corpses!"

An electric light flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and he quickly understood. Those four blurred consciousnesses were actually the four flying monsters flying in the sky, and one of them was still far away, and it was the first flying iron corpse sent out by the Voodoo leader at the beginning!

This trace of enlightenment swept through his heart, and the abnormal change protruded, and the next moment, Yang Ji's consciousness poured into it, and Yang Ji immediately saw a pair of sharp claws, snorting around the flame and wind, and the boiling, endless sea of magma below.

Five pictures appeared in front of Yang Ji's "eyes" almost at the same time, plus Yang Ji himself, it was six pictures!

With six visions in one person, Yang Ji finally understood why the leader of the Voodoo Sect was the Eighth Great Martial Sect, but he needed constant distraction to control these flying puppets.

These five flying iron corpses and bronze corpses are by no means controllable by ordinary people, and even people like the leader of the Voodoo Cult have to be indirectly assisted by whistling, let alone others.

If it weren't for the extremely strong spirit, consciousness and willpower, I was afraid that as soon as I came into contact with the five visions that were so different and completely different, I would immediately be dizzy and have a mental breakdown.

Although Yang Ji was also a little dizzy at first, the spiritual realm was his strong point after all. This strength is all-encompassing, and it is not just mentally strong.

It was only a moment for Yang Ji to get used to this unique, unprecedented, experience of having six pairs of "eyes".

"It's really peculiar!"

Yang Ji is quite playful to adapt to this strange vision, the sky is underground, I have to say, this feeling is indeed very novel.

"The leader of the Voodoo Cult is a trick, and the Flying Iron Corpse and the Bronze Corpse are not used like this. He was supposed to be Tudo, so he cut off the connection between himself and the Flying Iron Corpse and the Bronze Corpse. And using the indirect control method, when needed, I can realize it again and take over the control of the flying iron corpse and the bronze corpse. ”

Yang Ji remembered the scene when the leader of the Voodoo Sect controlled the Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse before, and he thought about it in his heart. There is a lot of strength in numbers, this is the simplest truth, and the leader of the Voodoo Cult is obviously not very good at controlling the Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse.

"Buzz!" (to be continued......)