Demonic clouds are rolling, and the dark wind is howling.
The waves stirred up by the water in the Ming River were more turbulent than ever, and the demonic energy was surprisingly strong.
Under Jueming Cliff, the disciples stationed there were panic-stricken.
The vision of heaven and earth was so obvious that they all felt something strange.
"What happened? Did the demon world attack the formation?"
"Is it the Demon Sect? What the hell are they doing?"
The demon-sealing formation suddenly flashed, and a demon came from over there. The team on duty noticed it in time and rushed forward to stop it.
After spending a lot of effort to get rid of the demon, before they could catch their breath, something happened again on the other side.
The ghost that appeared accidentally in the past suddenly emerged from the water, bit a disciple and dragged him into the Ming River.
"Help! Help!" The disciple was caught off guard and begged for help in panic.
Fortunately, there was a high-level monk not far away from him. A spiritual light flew to him and dispersed the ghost in time.
Before this disciple had time to feel the joy of surviving the disaster, the Ming River shook beneath his feet, the water turned upside down, huge waves surged into the sky, and ghosts emerged one after another, causing waves of exclamations.
Fortunately, the leading monks arrived and organized the disciples to join the battle.
Lin Baiyu chopped down the monsters with one sword and looked at You Yan worriedly: "Sister, there are more and more monsters."
You Yan responded and looked up to the west.
There were thunders and flashes of thunder, and there was a convergence of spiritual lights, and someone was already taking action.
"Hold on! Today is a tough battle. If the Demon Lord is allowed to be born, in the future the Tao will decline and the Demon will flourish, and the entire world will be devastated!"
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Zi Shu raised his hand and the black water of the Ming River rose into the sky, causing a huge wave and rolling towards the monks.
Master Fan of the Seven Star Sect held a mahogany sword and immediately drew a line of spiritual light to stop it.
When Minghe took a picture, the spiritual light was eroded and suddenly dimmed a lot.
Wen Rujin made a finger gesture, and a light smoke escaped, turning into a brilliant haze, strengthening it.
At the same time, a demon cultivator came to kill from the other side, and Song Zhiyi went to greet him.
The sharp sword light and the black magic cloud collided with each other, causing the surroundings to shake, the mountains and rocks collapsed, and the rivers overturned, just like an earth dragon turning over!
A demon suddenly appeared and bit Ye Hanyu suddenly.
Fortunately, Ji Nanfeng, the master of Qifeng Valley, was close, and the Phoenix True Fire came instantly and burned it.
With a "chi" sound, under the natural restraint effect of the Phoenix True Fire on the monsters, the monsters let out a sharp whistle.
Ye Hanyu took the opportunity to slash out with his sword. It was like a lightning strike, cutting off half of the demon's head and causing it to fall down.
The next moment, a faint light appeared silently, like a bloody eye emerging from the void, shining behind her.
This move was so unexpected that Ji Nanfeng couldn't make a move, so he could only watch as Ye Hanyu got hit, and a trace of corrosion appeared on his back.
On the other side, Wen Rujin and Master Fan worked together to push back the water in the Ming River.
The immortals took a breath and cheered up.
So what if all the demon sects are dispatched? There are more than a dozen transformed gods here, all of them are top-notch combat power, and they are not weak at all!
"Everyone, please give me a helping hand!" Qingchuan said loudly, throwing out the branch of the building wood.
As soon as the branches come out, there is a burst of life, and greenery spreads from the branches.
The demonic clouds rolled in the sky and stopped moving forward when encountering this piece of greenery. Even Wen Rujin and Master Fan had the blessing of vitality and it was much easier to stop them.
Zishu winked, and the faceless men immediately gathered together, each using their own techniques, and the dots of magic light condensed into an array.
"Boom!" The Ming River water rolled up again, setting off a huge wave dozens of feet high, slamming against the embankment of spiritual light created by Master Fan.
With the blessing of the magic array, the water in the Ming River became increasingly filthy, and a stench hit our faces.
"Pa--" There were slaps and waves, the aura shook, and the corrosive power increased greatly.
When Master Fan saw that something was not going well, he immediately shouted: "They form a formation, so do we!"
The other two Seven Star Sect monks responded with a yes, and immediately stood up and exchanged horns with Master Fan, shouting at the same time: "Everyone, the demon-sealing formation, use us as the eyes of the formation, hurry up!"
The monks who transformed gods were rich in experience and could move at will. They stood where they should be in an instant, and all kinds of auras were activated and they threw themselves over.
When Bai Mengjin first entered the Wuji Sect, he witnessed the disciples opening the demon-sealing formation in Liuyuecheng, and a group of core-forming foundation builders managed to hold back the Nascent Soul monster.
At this place, a group of transformed gods took action, and the power of their formation was far beyond that of low-level monks.
The aura is bright, the haze fills the sky, and with the power of the tree branches, it rises into the sky.
The thick magic cloud was dispersed, revealing a bright blue sky. The overwhelming ghost monsters stopped in mid-air and disappeared silently. Under the spread of green, flowers bloomed, and there were even birds chirping in the aura. The surroundings were overturned.
The rocks gradually stabilized and stopped turning over.
In just an instant, the water of the Minghe River surged upward fiercely under the pull of the magic array.
"Snapped!"
"Wow..."
The turbid water is rolling, huge waves are flowing across the river, and the Ming River water with the meaning of death slaps on the embankment of spiritual energy blessed by the demon-sealing formation. The mighty aura seems as if the world is being submerged, and humans are just a tiny speck of dust in it, insignificant.
The sound of running water was endless, and the blue sky that had just been torn open by the demon-sealing formation was covered by the Ming River. The ghosts appeared and all the ghosts cried, as if the end was coming.
The land of Huangquan and the water of Minghe River, when the two are superimposed, the power is indescribable.
"Everyone, give me a helping hand!" Qingchuan said solemnly.
The gods responded in unison, without any reservations, and devoted their entire lives to it.
Huge mana flowed into the branches of Jianmu, and green shoots sprouted out. They quickly sprouted branches and spread leaves, and grew into a big tree in the blink of an eye.
"Boom!" The water of the Minghe River shot down, like splitting mountains and cracking rocks, but the branches of the building trees broke out from it, and the tree crowns spread out, forcibly stretching out a piece of sky.
Master Fan was overjoyed: "Okay! Please work harder! We will strangle these demons who are blocking the way, rush into the underworld, and destroy the demon king here!"
Leveraging the power of Jianmu's branches and gathering the power of the gods, the Immortal Lords launched a counterattack with a powerful momentum.
The entrance to the underworld soon became a bloody battlefield. Countless ghosts were affected, monsters attracted by the celestial phenomena were involved, and some peripheral immortal disciples were severely injured.
The Faceless Man suffered heavy losses in the battle at Xuanbing Palace and was gradually unable to sustain itself. The balance of victory gradually shifted to the Immortal Sect.
"Hurry, hurry! We will break through them soon..."
At this moment, Huang Quan suddenly made a deafening thunder sound.
The monsters around him screamed loudly, and countless ghosts jumped around like frightened fish in the river.
The earth trembled, the mountains shook, and the wind and clouds changed color.
Thick demonic energy erupted from the underworld, and powerful pressure suddenly descended, pressing down on the demon-sealing formation.
"Poof!" The immortal monarchs who had been struggling to hold on could no longer hold on, and their spiritual light was shattered, and they fell out one after another.
Wen Rujin barely suppressed the surging blood and looked up, feeling a chill in her heart.
Above the Ming River, the Yellow Springs meet, and a dark and mysterious shadow emerges in the mid-air.
Under the leadership of Zi Shu, the faceless man lay down in a respectful manner——