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Chapter 511 Can’t Hold It

On the banks of the Ming River, monks kept coming to help.

The Nascent Soul stayed at the Cliff of Death, while the Incarnation continued to rush towards the entrance of the Yellow Springs.

After the arrival of the Demon Lord, the situation became very difficult. The demons were stimulated by the demon flames, and their strength increased dramatically. The Golden Cores could not bear it and could only retreat and serve as the rear guard, while the main force was replaced by the Nascent Souls.

But the Yuanying has a limit after all. If there are no reinforcements coming, it is hard to say how long it can last.

There was another rumbling sound in front of him, and Lin Baiyu was horrified: "The Demon Sealing Array, the Demon Sealing Array is loose!"

You Yan's heart sank, and a sentence flashed through his mind: It's finally here.

Everything is rushing towards the Battle of Ming River decades ago.

No, the Demon Sealing Array, the invading monsters, and the emerging Demon Lord are more difficult than the Battle of Ming River!

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 for support, so they had to stay to guard the Demon Sealing Array. Otherwise, once the array was broken, there would be no separation between the two worlds, and the human world would become a paradise for monsters!

"Senior Sister!" Lin Baiyu shouted, swung his sword and slashed at a sneak attacking monster.

After escaping, both he and You Yan were 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 has always been free and confident, but at this moment her face was full of hesitation, which made Lin Baiyu feel uncomfortable.

"Senior Sister, we can do it! Uncle Jiang could do it back then, so we can do it too!" He sounded like he was making a promise, and also like he was swearing.

You Yan nodded and looked up at Huang Quan.

After all, Minghe is some distance away from Huangquan, and one cannot see the demonic shadows there, but the intense turbulence of spiritual energy 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."

Lin Baiyu was no exception. Ever since Bai Mengjin went deep into the Xuanbing Prison and rescued his master Song Zhiyi, he was convinced. After decades of listening to her words and observing her actions, he never believed that she would do such a thing.

"She has a body of tempered jade, how could she be possessed by a demon?"

Both of them had deep doubts in their hearts, but there was no time to explore them. Someone in front of them shouted loudly: "There is a demon that has escaped, come quickly, come quickly!"
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It's too difficult, it's really too difficult.

There were several burnt holes on Wen Rujin's robes, and he was holding the broken flower basket tightly in his hands.

This was a magic weapon that she had spent so much time nurturing under the guidance of her master. Every flower in it embodied a profound and mysterious magic. After a hard battle, there were only a few flowers left.

When the flowers are all gone, that will be the end of her life.

From time to time, some Divine Transformation monks would arrive and join the battle, but they were not enough, absolutely not enough.

These faceless men formed a formation, and under the shadow of the Demon Lord, each of them had their strength doubled.

The water of the Ming River surged up like the Milky Way, sweeping away the sword lights in the sky and making them disappear into thin air, while also throwing several of the people out.

Wen Rujin's heart tightened, and he shouted, "Junior Brother Song!"

Song Zhiyi managed to steady himself, the sword light protecting his body shook several times and finally broke.

A sword cultivator cannot even maintain the sword light that protects his body. It shows how far he has reached.

The surrounding immortal kings were not much worse, except for the reinforcements that had just arrived.

Not far away, Sect Master Fan vomited blood again, but he didn't dare to move an inch. Now he had to rely on the magic-sealing formation he presided over for defense. If he retreated, the whole place would collapse!
"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.

Sect Master Fan couldn't help but miss the gambling addict Di Yuming. Although this guy was not a decent person, his formation skills were first-rate. Unfortunately, he was ambushed by the faceless man and now he is hanging on for life and can't even leave the door.

Over the years, the Faceless Man had used this method to defeat them one by one, damaging the foundation of the Immortal Sect! As a result, we couldn't spare many hands to fight the enemy today.

"Crash!" A huge wave from the Ming River hit them head-on, and the dam formed by the Demon-Sealing Formation shook, and one of its parts was broken.

Immediately, a cultivator who had reached the state of spiritual transformation came to block the way.

But human power is limited, and the gaps in the dam are getting bigger and bigger.

In mid-air, the branch of Jianmu wanted to exert more force, but no matter how high Jianmu's cultivation was, it was just a branch, and the opponent was the Demon Lord himself!

As Qingchuan cast the spell, the spiritual dew just appeared, and a monster came out from the magic shadow, swallowed it up with a strange smile.

Not only that, the evil demonic energy in them was so strong that it quickly contaminated the branches, and they could no longer produce spiritual dew.

Qingchuan sighed, feeling powerless to do anything.

As for Ye Hanyu, when she tried to stop him just now, she was hit hard and was seriously injured.

"Oh no! The Demon Sealing Formation has been loosened! A demon is invading! A demon is invading!"

When the news got here, the immortal gods who had been resisting stubbornly seemed to have a bucket of cold water poured over their heads.

The Demon Lord is coming here, and demons are invading there. There are wolves in front and tigers behind. It is even worse than the Battle of Ming River that year.

Moreover, without reinforcements, neither side will be able to hold on!
How to do?
Qingchuan licked his dry lips and finally said, "Elder Wen, Elder Ye, let's... retreat to the Cliff of Death!"

Retreating to the Cliff of Death means giving up on killing the Demon Lord.

It is really impossible to kill him! If we continue to defend, it will be good if the immortal master present can escape. By that time, the cliff of death will be flattened. Once the magic sealing formation is damaged, the consequences will be disastrous!

"Wuji Sect and Danxia Palace are far away, and the reinforcements may not arrive for a while. How can they attack the Demon Lord with such scattered troops?" Qingchuan looked at the withered branch that fell back into his hand, "Retreat to the Death Cliff and defend the Demon Sealing Formation, and the Immortal Sect will still have its foundation."

Wen Rujin and Ye Hanyu were silent. They knew that Qingchuan was right. The Demon Sealing Formation was the foundation of the Immortal Sect. If the Demon Sealing Formation was lost, the world would be plunged into war and scorched earth, just like ten thousand years ago.

Looking at the immortals around, everyone is injured and it is difficult for them to hold on.

"Let's retreat!" Wen Rujin said in relief, "The Demon Lord has just appeared and has not yet completely merged. We still have time."

Ye Hanyu's face turned pale and he nodded.

The Demon King appeared too quickly. If they had a little more time, the three sects could have taken out their magic-killing treasures in time and set up a large formation, and there would be a great hope of killing the Demon King in one fell swoop. But it happened too quickly, and they didn't have time to do anything.

How could the Rat let the Immortal Lords go if they wanted to retreat? He shouted, "You want to retreat? It's not that easy!"

He stretched out his finger, and black water filled the sky, rolling up waves dozens of feet high. With the help of the Faceless Demon Formation, it rushed forward like the Milky Way pouring out.

At the same time, the devil's shadow descended.

Wen Rujin felt something was wrong and shouted, "Retreat quickly! The Demon Lord is moving!"

As the immortals retreated in panic, a thin sword light swept in from the east. Although its light was faint, it was extremely clear and sharp like a rainbow.

"Boom!" The sword light fell, and a phantom rose on the spot, quickly condensing into a fairy palace.

At the palace gate, stood a faint shadow, sharp and cold, like the sharpest sword in the world.

A familiar and majestic voice sounded: "I am here, how dare the monster take a step forward!"