He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

The sacred land of the Western Frontier has cleared out the immortal city areas of the fifteen sacred clans. It can build cities in peace once the demons are completely wiped out. In this way, when Leng Huan leads the sacred clans to occupy the Western Frontier, no one else can object, since it is a land that was conquered from the demons.

Seven days later, after everything was arranged, Leng Huan and many other experts boarded the Golden Wave-Breaking Ship amidst the farewells of all the cultivators in Xiqi City. The key was in the hands of the Lian Shi Clan Chief, and Yan Wu escorted him on the journey.

A flash of golden light, and the golden boat was no longer in the sky above Xiqi City.

In the blink of an eye, the boat had reached the sea area and appeared on the forbidden island outside the Demon Realm from last time. This was the only way to the location of the rift in the Hongyuan seal. At the far end of the sky, the dark vortex that the Mahayana divine sense could reach was the Hongyuan Qi leaking from the rift, which formed a storm.

At this moment, blocking their way were several demon lords leading a dense horde of demons. The island had been completely occupied by demons, and the demons stretched for dozens of miles into the sea.

Leng Huan was speechless for a moment. No wonder the Western Frontier defense line was built so smoothly. So this was what was waiting for. A quick glance revealed that there were hundreds of millions of demons. Among the leading demon lords, there was no Demon Lord of Slaughter. They were probably busy cultivating and devouring demon spirits.

Now it seems that the world is full of demons. Even though Leng Huan and the others are experts, they only have three Mahayana cultivators. They will kill until they are exhausted... Leng Huan clicked his tongue in surprise. Did all the demons come here?

"Sect Master Fu, we have long admired your name. You have finally arrived." The Demon Lord, who was the most powerful among them and at the peak of the Integration Realm, said in the hoarse voice unique to the Demon Race, "We have been waiting for a long time."

As he finished speaking, the Demon Lord's black robe trembled, and a black mist storm instantly rose above the island, merging with the gale-force winds at sea, covering the sky and blocking their ship.

"Since that's the case, then let's fight!" Fu Xun leaped into the air, forming hand seals as he spoke, his divine sword gathering power.

He swept away the storm with his sword. Leng Huan and Wang Chen exchanged a glance. She frowned, feeling that this battle was a bit difficult. She would rather fight the Demon Lord of Slaughter than fight these hundreds of millions of demon generals and demon soldiers.

"Take care of yourself." Leng Huan nodded to Wang Chen, flew away from the golden boat, wanting to help Fu Xun, but two demon lords immediately blocked her way. These were all newly promoted demon lords of the demon race, none of whom were recorded, and she did not recognize them.

"We're here to help you." Xie Anfei flew to Leng Huan's side. He seemed to have been holding back for a long time, and he would fight whenever he had free time these past few days. At this moment, he was actually showing a hint of excitement.

"You two should be careful," Wang Chen said, unleashing an attack from his sleeve that swept away several demon generals who were trying to attack the golden boat.

Everyone fought their own battles, and Leng Huan couldn't care less about the others. With the Mahayana cultivator holding back the Demon Lord, the others didn't have much trouble.

There were too many demons, so Leng Huan and his companions wanted to finish the battle quickly and their attacks were particularly fierce.

She exchanged blows with the Demon Lord, who was also dressed in black robes. She immediately formed a hand seal, and the Frost Crystal Sword, carrying profound power, attacked. The Demon Lord met her attack with his magic weapon, only to feel that her power was several times greater than his own!

The Demon Lord's expression changed slightly. He felt his power disappear without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. He dared not confront Leng Huan head-on again and immediately tried to retreat, using the strange movement techniques of the demon race to evade the battle. However, Leng Huan had no intention of letting him go. She said softly, "It's too late."

Several of the Demon Lord's magical artifacts were shattered, blocking his retreat. A giant blue, transparent palm pressed down on the Demon Lord, its immense power utterly unstoppable. The Demon Lord's weapons were destroyed, and under the immense spiritual pressure, his primordial spirit was annihilated.

After Leng Huan withdrew, Fu Xun had already dealt with his opponent cleanly and efficiently. The two looked at Xie An together and realized that he was indeed a bit crazy, suppressing the Demon Lord and not letting him die immediately, leaving him no way to escape.

Leng Huan remained silent for a moment, then ignored him and looked at the demons who rushed towards the golden boat one after another, not caring about their own annihilation. They shouted "Welcome our lord!" and continued to die.

"It seems they're determined to stop us no matter what. Their Demon Sea tactics are stalling for time. This is bad..." Leng Huan glanced at the two Demon Lords who were avoiding battle. Seeing that several of his fellow Demon Lords had died, they dared not easily confront the Mahayana cultivators. The two of them hid behind the Demon Clan, directing the Demon Clan to besiege Leng Huan and his group.

"Well, there's no time to lose, let's wipe them out directly." Fu Xun pondered for a moment, then with a wave of his hand, the divine sword, carrying the pressure of a Mahayana spiritual realm, swept out with overwhelming force, clearing away a large number of demons. With another slash, it carved out a path.

Leng Huan took control of the Golden Boat and instantly led everyone to break through the encirclement. However, there were simply too many demons, blocking their way from the front and chasing them from the back. The group no longer intended to pay attention to these small fry. If they continued to entangle themselves, they were afraid that the Demon Lord of Slaughter would devour the demon spirit, making it much more difficult to seize the seal.

Thus, a strange scene appeared on the sea: a flying boat bursting with golden light sped through the waves, crashing and shaking the monsters in front of it, with countless monsters trailing behind the golden light.

The two demon lords' expressions changed, and one of them shouted, "Oh no, they've broken through!"

"Knowing full well that they are Mahayana cultivators and we cannot stop them, Venerable Slaughter God must also know this. He is just telling us to buy time and let the demons intercept them."

After saying this, the second Demon Lord pretended to give chase and followed the golden light. If it weren't for the Demon Lord of Slaughtering Gods forcing them, they wouldn't have wanted to risk their lives.

three days later.

The golden boat finally came to a stop at the edge of the whirlpool. Behind the boat were the severed limbs and ashes of demons, but it was still surrounded by demons for miles around.

Fu Xun inscribed a deadly restriction technique on the hull of the ship. Any demons that approached were strangled by the restriction, and no one below the Integration Realm dared to get close.

Leng Huan carefully probed the center of the storm vortex ahead and discovered that the vortex, hundreds of miles away, was actually swirling around a small island.

Even before getting close, one could already feel the immense pressure of the vortex.

In the center of the island, a dark figure was cultivating, with a huge seal floating in front of him.

That was the Demon Lord of Slaughtering Gods! Leng Huan was shocked. In just a few years, he had actually advanced to the Mahayana stage. Damn, at this rate, he would soon be undergoing tribulation!

Wang Chen leaned closer and said, "That vortex eye should be hollow. The outer gales are too strong. You have to break through to get onto the island."

Leng Huan nodded: "Yes, we can only hope that the golden boat can withstand the wreckage."

Upon hearing this, Lian Shi patted his chest and said confidently, "Don't worry, Holy Maiden. With the protection of all the Mahayana cultivators, the Golden Ship can break through that gale."

Leng Huan looked at the refining stone. In fact, she had always felt that although the golden boat didn't look very good, its performance was quite good. As long as the power was sufficient, it might even be able to break through the boundary barrier.

Beyond the Northern Sea Continent lies a special realm, where space fluctuates constantly and time-space turbulence is present year-round; the Golden Ship might even be able to pass through it.

"Come on, everyone, lend me a hand." Leng Huan raised the golden boat key.

Fu Xun and Xie An formed a hand seal together, releasing spiritual power to spread across the golden boat. Leng Huan controlled the golden boat with his divine sense, feeling the surging power within its hull. With a thought, the golden boat suddenly accelerated, transforming into golden light and rushing into the storm.

Under the massive storm, the golden light was like a leaf thrown into it, flickering and uncertain. Leng Huan frowned slightly. The boat swayed with the storm for a moment, then quickly broke through the gale and plunged into the small island.

The deafening roar suddenly ceased, the golden boat stopped rocking, and they landed!

Everyone looked relaxed.

Leng Huan didn't notice anything unusual around him. The three Mahayana cultivators exchanged glances and disappeared in an instant.

The rest of the people stayed behind on the golden boat. Wang Chen had just received a telepathic message from Leng Huan: "Be careful, keep an eye on the others, and protect the golden boat."

This is just in case; after all, you can't judge a book by its cover, so it's always better to be safe than sorry.

Leng Huan and his two companions were already outside the Demon Lord of Slaughter's formation.

"You arrived quickly." The Demon Lord of Slaughtering Gods slowly stood up, and with a wave of his right hand, the half-person-high divine seal suddenly shrank and fell into his hand.

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