On the banks of the Ming River, monks kept coming to help.
The Yuanying ones stayed at Jueming Cliff, while the transformed ones continued to rush to the entrance of Huangquan.
After the demon king came, the situation became very difficult. Those monsters were inspired by the demon flames, and their strength skyrocketed. Jin Dan couldn't hold it back, so he had to retreat and take charge of the rearguard. The main force was replaced by Nascent Soul.
But Nascent Soul is still there after all. If reinforcements hadn't been arriving all the time, it's hard to say how long it would last.
There was another roaring sound ahead, and Lin Baiyu was shocked: "The demon-sealing formation, the demon-sealing formation is loose!"
You Yan's heart sank, and a sentence flashed through his mind: It's finally here.
Everything rushes towards the Battle of Minghe decades ago.
No, the Demon Sealing Formation, the invading monsters, and the born Demon Lord are more difficult than the Battle of Minghe!
How many people will die in this battle?
In other words, can they withstand this battle?
The gods who arrived later could not go to Huangquan to support them, so they had to stay and guard the demon-sealing formation. Otherwise, once the formation was broken, the two worlds would no longer be separated, and the human world would become a paradise for monsters!
"Senior sister!" Lin Baiyu shouted, and swung his sword light to slash at a sneak attack monster.
When they got out of the trap, he and You Yan were both covered in blood and looked miserable.
You Yan took a short breath, his eyes full of worry: "Junior brother Lin, do you think we can win?"
She had always been free and confident, but now her face was full of hesitation, which made Lin Baiyu feel uncomfortable.
"Senior Sister, we can do it! If Senior Uncle Jiang could do it back then, so can we!" He seemed to be making a promise and swearing.
You Yan nodded and looked up at Huang Quan.
After all, Minghe is still some distance away from Huangquan, and the demonic shadow there cannot be seen, but the intense spiritual energy turbulence is very clear.
"I heard that the Demon Lord is Junior Sister Bai..." She murmured, "How is that possible? I really don't believe it."
Why not Lin Baiyu? Ever since Bai Mengjin went deep into the Xuanbing Prison and rescued his master Song Zhiyi, he was convinced. After listening to her words and watching her actions for decades, he simply didn't believe that she would do such a thing.
"She has a jade body, how could she be possessed by a demon?"
Both of them had deep doubts in their hearts, but there was no time to explore. Someone in front shouted loudly again: "There is a demon out of trouble, come quickly, come quickly!"
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It's too difficult, really too difficult.
Several holes were burned into Wen Rujin's cassock, and she held the broken flower basket tightly in her hand.
This is a magic weapon that she spent a lot of time cultivating under the guidance of her master. Each flower inside contains a profound and mysterious magic. After a hard battle, there are not many flowers left inside.
When the flowers are exhausted, it will be the time when her oil is exhausted and her lamp is dry.
From time to time, spiritual transformation monks arrived to join the battle, but it was not enough, not enough at all.
These faceless men are arranged in an array, and under the shadow of the Demon Lord, each person's strength is doubled.
The water of the Ming River rose up into the sky with great force, like the Milky Way pouring out. It rolled up the sword light all over the sky and disappeared, and at the same time, it also threw away several people among them.
Wen Rujin's heart twitched and she shouted: "Junior Brother Song!"
Song Zhiyi barely managed to steady his body, and the sword that protected his body shook several times before finally breaking.
A sword cultivator can't even protect his body with the light of his sword, which shows how far he has reached.
The surrounding Immortal Transformers are not much different, that is to say, the reinforcements that just arrived are better.
Not far away, Master Fan vomited a mouthful of blood again, but did not dare to move an inch.
Now it relies entirely on the demon-sealing formation he presided over as a defense. If he retreats, he will be defeated thousands of miles away!
"Ziqing, come and help me!"
"Yes, Master!" His apprentice rushed forward and took over from him to continue to support the formation. The master and apprentice tried their best, but they could only barely maintain it.
Master Fan couldn't help but miss Di Yuming, that gambler. Although this guy didn't have a formal appearance, his formation skills were top-notch. Unfortunately, he was plotted by the Faceless Man, and now he can't even get out of the house with his life hanging on his head.
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Over the years, the faceless men have used this method to defeat them one by one, damaging the foundation of the Immortal Sect! So much so that today, they can’t use many men to face the enemy.
"Wow!" Huge waves from the Ming River came crashing in. The dam formed by the magic-sealing formation shook, and one of the dams was broken.
Immediately, there were monks who transformed themselves into gods and blocked the way.
However, the manpower is exhausted, the left and right are in short supply, and there are more and more gaps in the dam.
In mid-air, Jianmu's branch wanted to exert more force, but no matter how advanced Jianmu's cultivation was, it was just a branch, but the opponent was the Demon Lord himself!
When Qingchuan cast the spell, as soon as the spiritual dew appeared, a monster emerged from the shadow and ate it up with a strange smile.
Not only that, the demonic aura on them was so evil that it quickly contaminated the branches and could no longer turn into spiritual dew.
Qingchuan sighed, unable to do anything.
As for Ye Hanyu, when she just stopped him, he received a blow and his injuries were serious.
"Oops, the demon-sealing formation is loose! There's a demon invasion! There's a demon invasion!"
When the news came here, the immortals who resisted tenaciously seemed to have had a bucket of cold water poured on them.
The demon king came to the world here, and the demon invaded there. There were wolves in front and tigers in the back. It was even worse than the Battle of Minghe.
Moreover, without reinforcements, both sides will be unable to hold on!
what to do?
Qingchuan licked his dry lips and finally said those words: "Elder Wen, Elder Ye, let's... retreat to Jueming Cliff!"
Retreating to Jueming Cliff means giving up on killing the Demon Lord.
It’s really impossible to kill! If we continue to defend, it will be good if the Immortal Transformation Lord present can escape from the Yuanshen. By then, Jueming Cliff will be bulldozed, and once the Demon Sealing Formation is damaged, the consequences will be disastrous!
"Wuji Sect, Danxia Palace is far away, and reinforcements may not be able to come for a while. How can they have an impact on the Demon Lord if they are so scattered?" Qingchuan looked at the withered branches that had fallen back into his hands, "Retreat to death."
Ya, guard the demon-sealing formation, and the Immortal Sect will still retain its roots."
Wen Rujin and Ye Hanyu were both silent. They knew that what Qingchuan said was right. The Demon-Sealing Formation was the foundation of the Immortal Sect. If the Demon-Sealing Formation was lost, the world would be like thousands of years ago, and the world would be plunged into war.
Scorched earth.
Look at the immortals around you, everyone is injured and it is difficult to hold on any longer.
"Withdraw!" Wen Rujin relented, "The Demon Lord has just appeared, and it hasn't been completely integrated yet. We still have time."
Ye Hanyu turned pale and nodded.
The Demon Lord appeared too quickly. If there was just a little more time, the three sects had invited those demon-conquering treasures in time, and then set up a large formation, there was a great hope of killing the Demon Lord in one fell swoop. But it was too fast, what were they doing?
There was no time to do it.
The immortals wanted to retreat, how could Zi Shu let them go? He shouted: "It's not that easy to retreat!"
He stretched out his finger, and black water filled the sky, rolling up a large wave of more than ten feet. With the blessing of the faceless man's demonic formation, it was like the Milky Way pouring out and rushing away.
At the same time, the demonic shadow descended.
Wen Rujin felt something was wrong and shouted: "Back off! The Demon Lord has moved!"
As the Immortal Lords retreated hastily, a thin sword light swept over from the east. Although its light was weak, it was extremely clear and as sharp as a rainbow.
"Boom!" The sword light fell, and the shadow rose from the spot, quickly condensing into a fairy palace.
At the palace gate, stood a faint shadow, sharp and cold, like the most powerful sword in the world.
A majestic and familiar voice sounded: "I am here, the monsters dare not take a step forward!"