The leader of the Voodoo Sect never thought that Yang Ji would have this ability!

This is no longer an accident, but a horror!

But it was too late, and the leader of the Voodoo cult fell from the void with an upside-down onion. If you fall like this, even soft lava will become indistinguishable from rock.

If the leader of the Voodoo cult does fall, he will be seriously injured, even if he does not die.

"Whew!—"

The leader of the Voodoo Cult let out a scream and fell straight from the sky. He's summoning flying monsters for days. But without waiting for these flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses to come, Yang Ji came first, and in the fiery red sky, a small lead-gray bottle came and went, just like a life talisman.

"Boom!"

The void shook, the earth shook and the sky shook, and in the blink of an eye, a straight gray-black fist strength column, blood and wolf smoke, mighty, overwhelming, towards Yang Ji bombarded and killed.

However, it was the leader of the Voodoo Sect who blasted towards Yang Ji with a bloody fist at the moment when he fell out of balance.

But this punch was easily flashed by Yang Ji.

Rumble!

With a flash of sword energy, the leader of the Voodoo Cult screamed, and was instantly vibrated and flew out, and it fell out in the opposite direction of the teleportation channel.

"Whew!"

The wind was blowing, and several sharp claws shone with cold light, falling from the sky. The moment the leader of the Voodoo Sect was blasted out, he controlled the two flying monsters and pounced on Yang Ji.

But Yang Ji didn't pay attention to it at all, and a "Immortal Shadow Change" moved more than ten zhang in the void, and in an instant, the attack of the two flying iron corpses flashed, and they rushed towards the leader of the Voodoo Sect.

Thirty years in Hedong, forty years in Hexi!

At this time and then, the flexibility and safety of the Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse in the sky are far less than that of the mustard bottle. The leader of the Voodoo Sect wants to compete and fight with Yang Ji in the sky, which is simply delusional.

Shout!

With a flicker, Yang Ji caught up with the leader of the Voodoo Cult again, hitting him like a meteor outside the sky, and just as he was about to ride a flying bronze corpse, he was knocked out again.

“...... I forgot to tell you. Don't rejoice too soon!hahaha!"

Yang Ji laughed loudly, not letting go of this opportunity to fight the leader of the Voodoo Cult. The loud voice echoed like a giant bell, and the voodoo leader's face was extremely ugly.

"Boy, you're going to pay the price!"

The leader of the Voodoo Cult screamed, suddenly shot out a wave of voodoo blood, and his body flipped in the sky, no longer trying to leave with a flying iron corpse, but immediately made a decision, falling straight down.

The Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse are definitely not Yang Ji's opponents. Unless he personally took action, otherwise, these flying monsters could not compare to the flexibility of the mustard bottle in Yang Ji's hand.

After a few short fights, the leader of the Voodoo Sect has deeply understood that he will definitely not be able to fight Yang Ji in the sky. He is also a decisive figure, and when he realized this, he immediately gave up his previous plan to escape from the sky. Falling back to the surface of the lava sea.

――You will also be ambushed and sniped by Yang Ji on the surface of the magma sea, but at least it is much safer than in the sky!

Bang bang bang!

The leader of the Voodoo cult leverages his strength. Borrowing the power of a few flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses, he rolled all the way, and after only a few breaths, he fell from the sky, landed on the magma sea with a bang, and flew towards the teleportation array frantically.

"Hmph!

Yang Ji was also slightly surprised when he saw this. With a cold snort, he didn't stop him, but quickly chased after the Voodoo leader fell.

Flying through the sky requires a huge amount of energy, and this consumption is quite difficult even with Yang Ji's current martial sect-level strength.

If not necessary. Yang Ji didn't want to consume too much energy. After all, these energies may have a huge effect on themselves at any time.

And on the surface of the magma sea, it is also quite powerful to yourself!

Boom! Boom!

The huge waves are thousands of feet, the magma is boiling, and the entire magma sea once again evolves into a war between the two. The two immediately parted and started chasing again.

However, this time, Yang Ji could clearly feel that the Voodoo leader had changed his tactics. His tactics became mainly to escape, and he was separated from Yang Ji at first glance, and he did not entangle with Yang Ji too much at all.

"Hmph, do you want to run away at this time?"

Yang Ji's heart is like a mirror.

With the cultivation of the leader of the Voodoo Sect at the peak level of the Great Martial Sect, this practice is simply humiliating. But no matter how shameful it is, it can't be compared to losing one's life, and the leader of the Voodoo Cult has obviously stopped caring 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 Sect, a great martial sect, decided to pay attention to escaping, with his skill, courage, and exquisite calculation ability, even Yang Ji could not stop him.

The two of them went all the way to the east, each showing their own means, dividing and merging, merging and dividing, and almost a few miles between breaths. The only thing that stands on Yang Ji's side now is time.

The Voodoo leader's blood is being consumed all the time, and as long as his blood is consumed before he reaches the teleportation channel, then this battle will be on his side.

"The time of the three-pillar incense, only the time of the three-pillar incense...... , I don't believe you can return to the teleportation channel!"

Yang Ji's eyes flickered, and he quickly calculated in his heart.

The leader of the Voodoo Sect is too powerful, and the peak-level Great Martial Sect is not at the level of Yang Ji that can be fought against. Changed the location, changed the place in the magma world, and Yang Ji would only run as far as he could when he encountered this kind of character.

Challenging the Great Martial Sect with the strength of the Martial Sect level? That is simply wishful thinking!

But the special environment of the magma world provides a special, powerful environment for Yang Ji. Blood and qi were rapidly consumed, and even a strongman like Tu Su Renxiong, who was also a peak Great Martial Sect, could only hold out for an hour, let alone others.

Yang Ji wanted to use the ubiquitous heat of the magma world to drain his strength, and for this moment, he planned a lot, from the initial attack to the final lure of the Voodoo leader to escape the direction of the teleportation channel.

Time is of the essence!

For Yang Ji, if he wanted to challenge such a powerful Great Martial Sect, this was his only chance!

At the same time, the mood of the Voodoo leader was completely different.

Anxiety, murderous intent,...... And extreme nervousness!

He had never tried to be hunted down by a small Sevenfold Martial Sect, but this kind of fantasy was really happening.

"Fifty miles, fifty miles...... As long as I get there and find the Red Slaves, I can get rid of all of this completely!"

The leader of the Voodoo Sect gritted his teeth fiercely, no matter how entangled Yang Ji was, he had only one target in his eyes, that is, the two subordinates he left behind.

As long as you get the Vulcan cloak on them, you can solve the current predicament yourself.

For himself at the moment, the biggest threat does not come from Yang Ji's attack, but from the scorching heat that is ubiquitous in this space.

However, the current situation was caused by Yang Ji, which also deepened his hatred for Yang Ji.

"As long as I can get the Vulcan Cloar, as long as I can get the Vulcan Cloar...... I'm definitely not going to let you die easily!"

The leader of the Voodoo cult has been outrageed, and if he is not able to repay this great shame, he will never be able to hold his head up. Originally, he only wanted to kill Yang Ji, but now he changed his attention.

Death is too cheap for a man who goes against Voodoo, who wants to extract his soul, refine his body into a flying iron corpse, and then perish forever and suffer in pain.

- Just like everyone else who goes against voodoo!

Bang bang bang!

The flames splashed everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten miles flickered. Yang Ji could clearly feel the change in the leader of the Voodoo Sect. His strength has become weaker and weaker, and he is far less powerful than before.

If it is said that the battle with the crocodile-shaped giant beast at the beginning made his strength drop from the peak Great Martial Sect to the middle level Great Martial Sect.

So now, he has started from the realm of the middle-level Great Martial Sect to the realm of the first-level Great Martial Sect. It doesn't seem like a big difference, but it's a fundamental difference.

Now, Yang Ji is more and more able to withstand the attacks of the Voodoo leader, and the magnitude of being shaken back is far less powerful than before!

"Thirty Miles ......"

The leader of the Voodoo Sect gritted his teeth, shook off Yang Ji with a slam palm, swallowed a pill, and accelerated forward. Now, hope was burning in his eyes.

"Twenty Miles ......"

It's like a person in distress, floating in the sea, floating and sinking, and then suddenly seeing 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 resisted Yang Ji's attack and rushed forward. Ten miles is not far away, and he already sees the hope of success.

"Whew!—"

The leader of the Voodoo Cult suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream, hoping to attract two Martial Sect-level subordinates to answer him.

Ten miles is not too far, and you can hear your own scream. As long as they take the initiative to come and pick them up, they can greatly save time, and they can quickly turn the tide of the battle.

Boom, the whistling sound reached for miles, like a thunderbolt sweeping through the sky and into the distance.

Unfortunately, there is a yellow poisonous fog and black smoke that obscures the view and cannot see the scene in the distance. But the Voodoo leaders believe that if they hear their own whistle, they will come and answer them.

"Buzz!"

The leader of the Voodoo Cult was angry, left Yang Ji behind, rushed into the poisonous mist and black smoke that filled the magma sea, and rushed into the distance.

Nine miles!

It was quiet ahead, the whistling had stopped, but no movement was heard. The Voodoo leader was slightly anxious in his heart. Didn't they hear it, and why didn't they whistle in response?

Eight miles!

The distance is getting closer!

But it was still quiet ahead, and the Voodoo leader had to let out another whistling.

Seven miles!

Six miles!

Five miles!

......

The distance was getting closer, but there was still no movement in the fog. The Voodoo leader's heart was in turmoil, and he finally couldn't help but gradually rise a wave of anger. (To be continued......)