Just after two successive fights, Yang Ji had actually torn the fire god cloak on his body. And he didn't even notice it.

Eight-armed Demon God!

A thought flashed through the mind of the leader of the Voodoo Sect, remembering the eight weapons in the hands of the eight-armed demon god that Yang Ji incarnated incarnate, it must have been at that time that Yang Ji used those weapons to damage the clothes on his body.

"Whew!"

The wind howled, but it was not a stream of air, but a flame.

Since entering the magma world, this kind of burning air has been everywhere, and he has never felt that there is anything remarkable about it. But at this moment, he felt the horror of these flames.

An indescribable burning sensation came from all over his body, and at the same time as this burning sensation, there was also a sharp consumption of blood qi in his own body.

In just such a moment, the leader of the Voodoo Cult found that the blood qi consumed in his body was actually equivalent to one-third of the fist strength of the blood qi wolf!

-- This consumption is terrifying!

Bang!

As soon as his feet exploded, the leader of the Voodoo Cult didn't think about it, he rose from the ground and ran away into the distance. However, he hadn't escaped far yet, and a terrifying sword roar came from the void, and under the boiling sea, wisps of magma flowed on the surface of more than a dozen flying swords, like dragons.

These more than a dozen flying swords are not aimed at killing the enemy, but at blocking the enemy. The real target came from the lead-gray vial that followed the shadow and galloped after more than a dozen flying swords.

I see!

He thoroughly understood Yang Ji's intention to lure him all the way here!

But this understanding did not make him feel the slightest joy, but his heart sank completely, and at the same time, a slight chill appeared in his heart.

He has never met such a terrible opponent, his martial arts are not as good as his own, but his mind is deeper, and he is more powerful than himself. It's even more terrible than yourself!

He was able to take advantage of even the fact that he was low.

The scorching heat of the magma world is everywhere, and any warrior here will rapidly consume energy. This terrible adversary tore his Vulcan cloak and wanted to use this cruel world against him.

Unless he regained the Vulcan cloak from his other subordinates, he would not be able to avoid a sharp drop in strength. But it was more than a hundred miles away from where those men were.

If it's a normal time. The distance of more than 100 miles is nothing at all. But now, a distance of more than a hundred miles, enough for a lot to happen!

The Voodoo leader understood this too late.

"Boom!"

The magma waves on the surface of the sea surged, and the three of them came to a height, and the eight-armed demon god with a pitch-black body resurfaced on the surface of the sea, and slammed into the leader of the Voodoo Cult with a bang.

The head-to-head battle that the dream had been looking for came as scheduled, but the Voodoo leader's heart was heavy and he couldn't be happy at all.

Rumble!

Just in an instant, Yang Ji flew out again and submerged under the surface of the magma sea. Disappear.

Yang Ji's blow does not seek to defeat the opponent, but only to block the enemy. The magma world is everywhere, the high temperature is everywhere, and the consumption of the blood and qi of the warrior is Yang Ji's biggest helper and biggest killer move at this time!

Sonorous!

More than a dozen flying swords roared and slammed into the Voodoo leader again. The flying sword and the six-armed demon nerve painting cooperated, and Yang Ji cycled back and forth under the sea, constantly sniping at the leader of the Voodoo Cult. Stop him from moving forward.

Fight, burrow into the ...... beneath the surface of the lava sea. Fight again, and then burrow beneath the surface of the lava sea......

In a short period of time, everything entered the rhythm controlled by Yang Ji. Yang Ji is like an extremely cold machine, thinking and running quickly in his mind, and he has already thought about the plan after a few steps, or even dozens of steps, before he can make a move.

Boom! Boom!

The two kept fighting. The frequency is quite fast. The distance Yang Ji was knocked out was getting closer and closer, and the impact he received was getting lower and lower.

This constant consumption is accelerating the consumption of the Voodoo leader's blood.

The leader of the Voodoo Sect remained calm at first, but gradually became more and more frightened, and Yang Ji's attacks were endless. He has tried all methods, but he has never been able to get rid of Yang Ji's entanglement.

What's even more frightening is that with such a continuous high-intensity attack, it stands to reason that Yang Ji's strength should be as declining as him. But in fact, Yang Ji's strength has not changed in the slightest, and there is no sign of decline or weakening at all.

This is what horrifies the leader of the Voodoo Cult the most!

How could there be such a Sevenfold Martial Sect, whose blood and qi were stronger than his own Eightfold Martial Sect? This was simply impossible, but it really happened in front of him.

Anger, panic, and finally fear, the Voodoo leader finally couldn't support it.

"Whew!—"

The next moment Yang Ji burrowed into the magma sea, the leader of the Voodoo Cult suddenly raised his head and let out a terrifying roar towards the sky.

Shout!

In just a few breaths, a flying iron corpse roared down from the sky like an arrow from a string.

Rumble!

At the moment when the Flying Iron Corpse fell, the leader of the Voodoo Cult suddenly flew up, jumped high, and landed steadily on the body of the Flying Iron Corpse.

This move was quite unexpected, the leader of the Voodoo Sect sat on the back of the flying iron corpse, rose into the air, and quickly fled into the distance!

The Flying Iron Corpse is not only a powerful puppet and magic weapon, but also a flying pet of the Voodoo Cult. Unless it is the same martial arts eightfold Great Martial Sect, the blood qi is wolf, and the blood qi can hit the void and shoot down the birds, otherwise he can't be helpless at all.

No matter how powerful that thief on the sea is, it is impossible for him to hit the sky with blood!

This is the Voodoo leader's strategy in the short term, as long as he escapes back to the teleportation array and returns to the base. No matter who the guy below is, he'll make him pay a hundredfold.

......

"I'm!"

The wind howled on both sides, and it was all burning air. The temperature in the sky is actually much higher than on the ground. The burning of the blood is also more severe. The Voodoo leader sat on the flying iron corpse, the flames under him rolling, and the anger in the heart of the Voodoo leader burned like the flames.

Escaping with the help of the Flying Iron Corpse was the only way he could come up with. But being forced to flee by a sevenfold martial arts sect design that was not as strong as his own was a fact that he couldn't accept.

"Boy, the gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, sooner or later, this church will make you pay a hundred times the price!"

The more the Voodoo leader thought about it, the more angry he became, and he suddenly shouted downward!

In the fight just now, although he hadn't seen the other party's appearance, he had already firmly remembered the characteristics of the other party, and judged that the other party should be a young man or a young man.

And no matter what it is, there are spatial magic weapons that can travel back and forth, and there is also a powerful eight-armed demon god...... These things are so special that they are enough for him to track down the identity of his opponent!

No matter who this guy is, as long as he shows a little clue, with the huge strength of Voodoo and the news network all over the world, he can quickly track down the identity of the opponent.

When he returns to the teleportation array and leaves this lava world, it will be the time for that kid to be truly destroyed!

"Flying Iron Corpse?"

In the sea of magma below, Yang Ji looked up in the rolling magma and was surprised. I have to admit that the Voodoo leader's move was indeed beyond his expectations.

Yang Ji's next round of attacks was ready, but in the face of the Voodoo leader who was soaring and flying in the sky, he just dubbed his flag.

But it was only for a moment, and Yang Ji laughed.

"Do you think that if you have a flying iron corpse, you can escape to the sky, and you will be fine?

Yang Ji sneered, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The voodoo leader's trick is okay to deal with others, but to deal with himself, it is really too simple to think.

"Fly in the sky!"

Yang Jiren's bottle was one, and he rose from the ground violently, showing the mastery of flying in the air with a mustard bottle. Boom! It was like a thunderbolt sweeping through the void, and in an instant, the blood and qi in Yang Ji's body were like the water of the sluice gates.

It is also the unity of the human bottle, shuttling in the ground magma, and shuttling in the sky away from the ground, the two are completely different. Since ancient times, the sky has been a forbidden place for warriors.

Even a martial saint is just as excited!

Although someone can use a pet and fly into the sky on the back of a pet, it is not a flight in the sky at all, and it is not free to fight.

"Flying in the Sky" is a special ability of the mustard bottle, which allows the warrior to break away from the attraction of the earth and gain some of the ability to fly in the sky.

However, this kind of flight comes at the cost of a huge energy consumption.

"Boom!"

The blood qi in Yang Ji's body was consumed at an astonishing rate, and the amount of blood qi consumed in each moment was more than ten times that of before. But Yang Ji didn't care.

Hum, the next moment, Yang Ji reached out with a wisp of consciousness and communicated with the "Fire Demon" incarnation in his body. In this Flame Demon Body, a huge amount of fire attribute energy had been accumulated from heaven and earth at this time.

Yang Ji did not hesitate to communicate with these huge fire demon energies, incorporated them into his body, and poured them into the mustard bottle. Boom! The mustard bottle jumped in the void, and in an instant, the speed surged, and the lightning shot out.

Once, twice, three times......

After only three jumps, Yang Ji caught up with the leader of the Voodoo Cult in the air.

Shout!

The cold light flashed, and the leader of the Voodoo Sect couldn't even react, snort! Yang Ji joined his sword and sacrificed the sevenfold Martial Sect-level flying sword in the mustard bottle, and killed the flying iron corpse under the leader of the Voodoo Sect with just one sword.

The Flying Iron Corpse is as strong as gold and iron, and ordinary flying swords can't be damaged at all. But in front of Yang Ji's Martial Sect-level flying sword, the hard bodies of these iron corpses cracked like ploughed fields, and the internal organs inside fell one after another.

"Whew!—"

The flying iron corpse only screamed, and its body trembled, and it fell from the sky like a wrecked plane.

"Not good!"

The Voodoo leader was shocked. Flying in the sky has always been a forbidden area for warriors, even if he only uses the ability of the flying iron corpse to sit on its back, it is not a real flying flight. (To be continued......)