A pair of eyes were extremely cold, cold and cold, floating in the void, staring at Yang Ji fiercely. And between the flying sword that Yang Jiqing took out and the neck strength of the Voodoo leader, a thin palm was inserted.

The palm of this hand is extremely black, close to the neck and between the flying sword, and the fingers are full of talismans, which are eerie and terrifying, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

Although this palm is flesh and blood, it is harder than gold and iron, and Yang Ji's flying sword is pinched by the five fingers of this palm, firmly fixed in the air, unable to advance an inch.

- The reaction of the leader of the Voodoo Sect was too fast, although he was deceived by Yang Ji hiding in the firefish, but the strength of the Great Martial Sect level was still not something that Yang Ji could fight.

Yang Ji's face changed slightly, but then a smile appeared, and a mocking voice came out of the mustard bottle, and the rumbling voice resounded through the void:

"You're thinking too simply——"

The voice was curling, and Yang Ji's reaction was much faster than the voice.

"Boom!"

Just in an instant, Yang Ji burst out with his ability to press the bottom of the box. Heaven and earth shook, and in the depths of the flying sword, a deep Confucian aura of grandeur erupted, to the masculine and strong, majestic and upright, and violently erupted.

Ancient Confucianism, heroic and upright, is the nemesis of all evils!

Yang Ji never thought that with a simple sneak attack, he would be able to defeat the Eightfold Great Martial Sect. From the moment he found out that these people were using the blood energy of the extremely evil path, Yang Ji knew how to deal with them.

Boom, the wind is mighty, the lightning is bright, and the heavens and the earth turn into daylight. The milky white sword qi was mighty, overwhelming, and swept out from Yang Ji's sword.

"Ah——h

The sword qi passed, and the leader of the Voodoo Cult screamed violently and staggered back. There was smoke curling from his body, as if he had been burned. The neck is full of smoke.

The aura on his body dropped even more rapidly, far less majestic and powerful than before.

"It worked!"

Yang Ji was happy in his heart, and the mustard bottle trembled, and he roared out, and he was about to bully himself. Expand the results. However, at this moment, a mutation protruded-

"I'll kill you!"

An extremely gloomy voice fell from the sky, and the next moment, the sky was dark, and the gray mist was rolling, and before Yang Ji could react, a heavy and unscrupulous force fell from the sky.

At that moment, Yang Ji felt that the entire heaven and earth were turned upside down, and he smashed a fierce blow on his body.

"Bang!"

Yang Ji was like being hit by a mountain peak. The pain was severe, and the whole skeleton was about to fall apart. Wow! A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yang Ji flew out with a bottle.

"The power of the Great Martial Sect is really extremely powerful......

Yang Ji looked up at the sky, and a fearful thought flashed in his mind. In the realm of martial arts, every weight is a huge chasm, and the leader of this voodoo cult is consumed by a part of the crocodile giant beast and a part by himself. But there is such amazing strength!

With his current strength, he is still not an opponent at all!

"Buzz!"

Without the slightest hesitation. At the moment when he was knocked away by the leader of the Voodoo Cult, the mustard bottle trembled in the air, and with the power of this blow, it suddenly leaped out.

Snort, a poisonous sword silently slammed into the chest of a Sevenfold Martial Sect. The latter's eyes were wide open. He fell to the ground and quickly sank into the sea of magma.

Yang Ji's strength was not enough to deal with a peak Eightfold Dà Martial Sect, but it was not a problem at all to deal with these seriously injured Sevenfold Martial Sects.

The leader of the Voodoo cult has a commendable cautious style, even after fighting for so long, fighting to the end. He was still careful to preserve his strength.

But things are all equal!

When the Voodoo leader dodges most of the attacks and retains most of his strength, it means that someone else has to bear the attack of the crocodile beast in his place.

There is no doubt that these targets are those military generals, martial sects, and the flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses in the sky. The better the state of the Voodoo leader, the more seriously these people are injured.

These people may not be Yang Ji's opponents even when they are in their heyday, let alone now.

"Whew!"

Yang Ji made a successful move, without hesitation, turned around, and with a flicker, he immediately pounced on the other remaining martial sects like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"Look for death!"

A thunderous voice came from behind, but from the sound faster, it was a gray-black voodoo blood torrent like ten thousand horses galloping, and the sound of rolling metal resounded through the void, and the terrifying aura followed it like a shadow, rushing over.

Facing an orthodox Eightfold Dà Martial Sect, even Yang Ji felt quite struggling!

Shout!

Yang Ji made a quick decision, gave up the target, plunged into the water like a whale, and quickly dived underwater. The wind swayed, and where Yang Ji had originally disappeared, a figure appeared on the magma sea with gloomy eyes.

The leader of the Voodoo Sect stared at the direction where Yang Ji disappeared under the magma sea, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. Around his neck, green smoke billowed around a U-shaped sharp sword mark, still sizzling smoke.

If vision could kill, Yang Ji would have died countless times at this moment.

Puff puff!

It's too late, it's fast, at this moment, three successive swords slashing through the flesh and blood popped into the ears, hearing these three successive puffs, the Voodoo leader's face changed wildly, as soon as he raised his head, as far as his eyes could see, dozens of zhang away, the three peak generals who had escaped far away were almost fixed at the same time, and the positions of the three blood holes behind them were exactly the same, constantly spitting blood, his body shook, and he slowly fell.

When the leader of the Voodoo Cult raised his head, he only saw the trembling tails of the three silver-white flying swords flashing on the surface of the magma sea, and then disappeared into the hot magma.

- Yang Ji was multitasking, and while escaping, he also divided three flying swords to catch up with the three peak generals and kill them in one fell swoop.

The lower the realm, the more serious the injury. Among these people, the cultivation of these three peak generals is the lowest, so they are also the most seriously injured.

As soon as Yang Ji launched an attack, they sensed danger and fled far away. It's just that I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape Yang Ji's pursuit.

The three of them didn't know until they died, and the reason why Yang Ji didn't choose them as targets in the first place was not because he didn't take them seriously at all.

But for Yang Ji, taking the lives of these three people is like probing, and there is no need to exert any effort at all!

Three peak generals, three martial arts sects, were killed by Yang Ji in the blink of an eye. Coupled with the generals and martial arts sects who were sent out one after another to rest and ask for help, ten military generals, and six martial arts sects have been killed by Yang Ji alone so far, and only the last two injured martial artists remain!

At this moment, the voodoo leader's lungs are about to explode!

Firefish found earlier, and later the larvae, including the raging of crocodile behemoths...... , all kinds of weirdness, where is the Voodoo leader still a little puzzled at this time!

He was designed!

It was targeted from the very beginning and designed. And the target is the object that was just hidden in the space artifact!

Voodoo is easy to do, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, once provoked, it will definitely follow you like a shadow, and never die. Since entering the Han Dynasty, there has never been an opponent!

Whether it is a family or a doorman, when they hear the reputation of voodoo, no one dares to provoke!

The leader of the Voodoo Cult never thought in his heart that someone would beat him alive and dead!

It may also be the first time that Voodoo has been hit so an opponent of unknown origin!

And this huge loss actually happened in his own hands, and when he was ambitious.

In this mission, he made a military order and took the initiative to ask for cherry blossoms from above, so he won this rare opportunity to hunt crocodile-shaped giant beasts.

In the flaming magma world, it was extremely difficult to hunt a Great Martial Sect-level giant beast. Only when you succeed can you show your ability.

He originally regarded this as an opportunity for himself to advance and jump, but he didn't expect to be hit by such a painful blow!

Voodoo cannot tolerate failure!

Such a heavy loss was enough for him to die several times.

As soon as he thought that this operation had failed in the hands of a sneaky, hiding, thief, his heart burned with rage, and his whole body was about to explode!

"You can't escape!"

The leader of the Voodoo Cult leaped into a leap of body and made a move that no one expected. He gave up the scarred and dying crocodile-shaped beast, but chased after it in the direction of Yang Ji.

- Although the crocodile beast was badly injured and dying, it lacked manpower, and another person was lurking in the shadows to peep, and it was impossible to continue the operation.

The thought of this made the Voodoo leader even more angry in his heart!

"Voodoo Abomination!"

The leader of the Voodoo Sect suddenly raised his fist, and the next moment, boom, the sky shook, and an earth-shattering voodoo energy burst out of his body, turned into an iron fist, and suddenly blasted towards Yang Ji, who was fleeing underground.

Boom, it is impossible to describe the power of this punch, and the depth of the entire magma sea of more than a hundred zhang was actually directly penetrated by him, and a huge hole went straight to the seabed, chasing Yang Ji.

"Bloody wolf!"

Yang Ji was horrified, and a thought subconsciously flashed through his mind.

Legend has it that the Great Martial Sect, the peak of the eightfold martial arts, has a bloody wolf, and with one punch, the power of the fist reaches the sky, and even the birds flying in the sky can be beaten down.

The range of this terrifying fist power is far beyond the martial arts sevenfold martial sect!

Although Yang Ji had heard of the legend of the bloody wolf, he had never seen it. Legends are legends, reality is reality, when the leader of the Voodoo Sect put his mind on the crocodile-shaped giant beast, Yang Ji didn't feel it.

It was only when he put all his mind on himself and regarded himself as the object of an all-out attack that Yang Ji realized how powerful the Great Martial Sect of the Eightfold Peak was.

Yang Ji is a seven-fold martial sect, and the blood and qi in his body are like sand, and each grain is like iron sand. And the blood qi in the body of the Yae Great Martial Sect condensed into a lump, like a piece of metal ingot.

The heavy nature of the two is not the same. (To be continued......)