Although the aura on Yang Jian's body was very terrifying, it only made him feel some threat. In his opinion, Yang Jian could only hurt him at most. As for killing, it was obviously impossible.
But now, the aura on Yang Jian's body made him feel a strong feeling of death.
Wherever the gun passed, the space broke inch by inch, and a strong and dead breath emanated from it.
"retreat!"
Immediately, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord shook his body and instantly avoided Yang Jian's attack. Under normal circumstances, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord would not care too much about Yang Jian's attack, but now he has just merged with this body and has not fully matched at all. He can only exert at most two or three of his strength, so he naturally dare not resist Yang Jian's attack.
"Hmph! Nine Techniques of Heaven and Earth! Give me a deposit!"
At this time, Zi Yingtong next to her saw this and quickly formed seals with her hands. In an instant, a milky white mirror appeared in Zi Yingtong's hand. In an instant, a beam of light emanated directly from above, instantly covering the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.
Under the cover of the light column, the surrounding space suddenly paused, as if it was fixed. The figure of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord flying back suddenly paused and frozen in the void.
"What!? Damn it, bastard, looking for death!"
After feeling the changes around him, the face of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord suddenly changed suddenly. The black light on his body suddenly surged, and the terrifying black magic flames penetrated his body. The surrounding space suddenly twisted sharply, and then the milky white light column collapsed instantly. Then the whole person's body also began to retreat rapidly.
"Buzz!"
"puff!"
At the moment when the milky white light column collapsed, the light of the white small mirror in Zi Yingtong's hand suddenly dimmed. With the backlash, Zi Yingtong's mouth instantly spitted out a mouthful of blood. Her face turned pale.
However, despite this, Zi Yingtong showed a smile on the corner of her mouth. Originally, Zi Yingtong was not ready to completely imprison the other party. With the other party's terrifying strength, it was obviously unrealistic. All she needed to do was to stop the other party at a critical moment. Obviously, Zi Yingtong's purpose had been achieved by the attack just now. Although the time was very short, it was obviously enough.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."
In an instant, waves of terrifying and dull sounds were heard, and the terrifying and sharp gun light directly covered the body of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, accompanied by dull shouts, and at the same time, the angrily rebuke of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord also continued to be heard.
"Bang!"
"Asshole! Ash! Ash!"
After a long time, another muffled sound came, and then an extremely embarrassed figure came from not far away, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed. His eyes were staring at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with endless anger.
"Yang Jian, you deserve to die!" The eyes of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord were filled with bloody lights, and a terrifying cold murderous intent also came from the other party. It was obvious that the attack just now had completely angered the other party.
"It's you who deserves it! Today next year will be your death date! Nine-turn Holy Dragon Fist!"
After seeing the other party's appearance, Yang Jian naturally did not give the other party a chance to breathe, and directly swung out with one punch. In an instant, terrifying dragon-shaped fist energy shot out, turning into a divine dragon in the sky to cover the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.
Yang Jian's physical body had already reached the peak of the Emperor's magic weapon. Now, with the blessing of Xuanhuang Immortal Artifact and Xuanhuang Holy Dragon's true body, the physical body instantly broke through to the level of the main artifact, and this punch was blown out. However, the power of the ordinary main artifact was no less than that of the main artifact. Wherever the fist energy passed, the surrounding space began to twist sharply, and terrifying and harsh sound explosions came.
"Nine Techniques of Heavenly Secrets! Around the End of the World!"
At the same time, Zi Yingtong next to her had an idea. A milky white ruler appeared in her hand again, and she sucked hard at the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord. It was another powerful main artifact.
"asshole!"
After feeling the attacks of the two people, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord immediately cursed angrily. Then the other party reached out and flipped, and a small black seal appeared in the other party's hands. Then he waved his hand and threw it, directly turning into a terrifying giant seal to crush the two people directly.
"Hmph! Show off your awesomeness! The fortune is unparalleled, and the Taoist seal is given to me! One seal is used to control the sky!"
After seeing the black giant seal in the void, Yang Jian immediately snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and the Taoist seal appeared in Yang Jian's hand instantly, and then turned into a purple-gold light, directly facing the black giant seal.
"Boom!"
A terrifying roar was heard. In the void, two giant seals instantly blasted together, and waves of terrifying dull sounds came, and then the energy in the sky was also overflowing wildly.
"Get out of here! Break!"
The next moment, Yang Jian snorted coldly and pointed, and saw that the light on the Taoist seal was instantly enlarged, and a terrifying force instantly emanated from it. The terrifying black giant seal also cried out with a tragic sound, and then flew backwards.
"asshole!"
Faced with the terrifying attacks of the two people, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord cursed, then shook his body and flew towards the distance again.
"clang!"
But at this moment, a bell sound came. After this sound, the whole world suddenly froze again, and the space was imprisoned again, which was the power of the Chaos Bell to suppress the world.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Caught off guard, Yang Jian and his two attacks fell on the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord again, and their whole body flew backwards again, and a mouthful of blood gushed out continuously. With the sound of harsh bone cracks, one of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's arm also dropped, obviously temporarily losing the ability to move.
"Damn it, bastard!" The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's eyes were flashing with violent light at this time, and the anger in his heart was pouring out unstoppable. Once upon a time, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, as the king of the Soul-Devouring Clan, had been so aggrieved? The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord never thought that he would be forced to such a situation one day by two "antits" who were not even the main god. You can imagine how angry he was in his heart.
At the same time, a feeling of powerlessness arose in the heart of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord. Although he hated Yang Jian and the other two, his strength could not be exerted at this time. The fit of this body greatly limited his strength.