"Nothing is impossible!" Yang Jian said coldly, his eyes also had unprecedented indifference.
"Bastard, Yang Jian, I want you to die!" After seeing Yang Jian's appearance, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord finally lost his composure, and a hint of resentment and crazy expression flashed in his eyes.
"Nine Netherworlds' Soul!"
"Soul Kills the Nine Heavens!"
"Blood sucks the world!"
In an instant, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord also gathered crazily towards Yang Jian's side, and the entire Blood Prison Heaven and Earth began to shake wildly, as if they could collapse at any time.
"sucker Punch!"
"Xuanhuang Creation Palm!"
"Nine-turn Holy Dragon Fist!"
"Nine Days Burning the Sky!"
After seeing this scene, a sneer flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. Obviously, he knew very well that after losing his composure, the threat of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord also decreased several times. The attacks in his hand immediately met one by one, easily resolving the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's attack.
"It's my turn now!"
"Nine Styles of Opening the Sky! Nine and Nine Return to One!"
After resolving the opponent's attack, Yang Jian also said coldly, and the dragon soul gun in his hand also directly brought mysterious trajectories and enveloped the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.
"Bang!"
The next moment, a dull sound came, and the Dragon Soul Spear instantly penetrated one of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's arm, and then the entire arm exploded instantly, turning into blood mist in the sky, which was obviously useless.
"What a pity!"
After seeing this scene, Yang Jian couldn't help thinking in his heart that at the last moment, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord avoided his vital points, otherwise, this shot would be enough to take the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's life.
"ah!"
"Bastard, Yang Jian, you deserve to die! I want to let you be buried with you today!" The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord also made a painful sound, and a crazy light burst out from his eyes.
The next moment, Yang Jian only felt that the entire Blood Prison world seemed to become extremely violent, and a terrifying aura filled with destruction instantly spread throughout the world.
"Damn it, not good!"
After seeing this scene, Yang Jian's face suddenly changed. With a thought, the light of the Chaos Bell in his hand surged, and the stars in the void instantly turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the Chaos Bell. Obviously, Yang Jian had already seen that the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord wanted to self-destruct this world of Blood Prison and then die with Yang Jian.
"Yang Jian, go to die!"
An extremely crazy expression flashed in the eyes of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, his eyes stared at Yang Jian, and his face was filled with deep resentment.
"Hmph, I want to get beauty! Daoyin, give me a message! Suppress me!"
Seeing that the Blood Prison World was about to collapse, Yang Jian suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind. The next moment, he stretched out his hand and a purple-gold seal appeared out of thin air. In an instant, the purple-gold seal shone brightly, and a mysterious aura instantly emanated from it.
The next moment, a breath of suppressing the world was instantly covered. The violent world of Blood Prison was instantly calmed down under the cover of this terrifying aura. You must know that the world of Blood Prison can only be a small world at most, and the Daoyin space contains a large world, and the way of heaven is the only way to suppress this small world.
"What!? How is this possible!? What kind of magic weapon is this?" After looking at the scene in front of you, the originally crazy Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's face suddenly changed. He looked at the Taoist seal in the void with incredible expression. His expression could be said to be extremely wonderful.