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

This is the Xuanwu Seal, gleaming with golden-green light, which the Demon Lord snatched from Feng Mingfei.

Leng Huan had seen the Azure Dragon Seal in Fu Xun's hand before; it was a cyan-gold color.

Fu Xun had already retrieved the other two seals from Beiming and Nanzhan; they were the White Tiger Seal and the Phoenix Seal, respectively.

“Your advancement is also very fast.” Fu Xun flicked his dark red sleeve and launched an attack, which crashed into the formation. “You are very afraid of dying.”

Leng Huan made a hand seal: "That was close, you almost broke through."

The Demon Lord of Slaughtering Gods paused slightly, then looked at Leng Huan: "You are the famous Snow Clan Saintess Leng Huanxue, I have long admired you."

"Hey!" Leng Huan extended his Xuan power to examine the array base. "I dare not accept such praise. Your array is as thick as a tortoise shell."

This formation is not easy to break. It is designed to block Hong Yuan's sealing power. Leng Huan secretly used his profound energy to search for weak points in the formation.

Doing this requires an immense amount of spiritual power, which she can certainly do now.

Xie An couldn't help but burst out laughing. Didn't Leng Huan say that the Demon Lord of Slaughter was like a tortoise?

Fu Xun smiled slightly.

But Leng Huan didn't mean that; she was just stating a fact: this formation is really powerful, an essential for fire prevention, theft prevention, and home and travel security.

The Demon Lord of Slaughter snorted coldly, "You can break my formation first." After saying that, he actually started cultivating using the divine seal again.

Clearly, she didn't take them seriously. Leng Huan snorted lightly. Her profound energy was very special, possessing the softness of water and the hardness of metal, and it was also all-pervasive.

Once one's spiritual sense is sufficiently vast, one can break through formations and restrictions.

After a moment of concentration, she suddenly swung her hand and attacked a rock hidden among the rubble.

With a sudden tremor, the formation cracked, and the Demon Lord was startled. He opened his eyes and saw Leng Huan rapidly attacking several points of the formation base. He never expected that she would break it so quickly.

"You can't be! As far as I know, none of you are skilled in formations!"

With a bang, the formation shattered, and Leng Huan watched as the Demon Lord of Slaughter was fully revealed, his eyes filled with the excitement of fighting a boss—a super big boss!

"Don't run!"

"Of course I won't run!" A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Demon Lord of Slaughter. "In the storm of the Primordial Abyss, I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

Having said that, he raised the divine seal, intending to use it to stir up a storm.

Fu Xun flew over and snatched the seal with his bare hands. Leng Huan casually used a top-grade thunder talisman, which faintly glowed with golden light. This kind of talisman could easily kill a Nascent Soul cultivator. It strengthened Leng Huan's magic seal, and the Demon Lord of Slaughter was forced to dodge, as they interrupted his spellcasting.

Unexpectedly, this Demon Lord has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. Leng Huan suddenly thought of the feeling of a high-level cultivator facing a low-level cultivator who can hide like a mouse, and... he was so angry!

Not wanting to delay any longer, Fu Xun unleashed a barrage of lightning magic, which Leng Huan amplified with water magic, enveloping the entire island.

Xie An received their telepathic message and returned to the Golden Boat, using the barrier as a shield to resist the overwhelming and raging Thunderfall.

All the people on the boat heard was a deafening roar, like a world-destroying thunderbolt that struck for half an hour. The heavens and earth were filled with the power of lightning, and nothing else existed. Even the gale-force winds that connected to the ground were dispersed.

Even if one were to undergo a great eon, it would all vanish like smoke.

To prevent the Demon Lord from escaping, Fu Xun secretly placed a restriction technique, binding the Demon Lord to the original position of the great formation. He was then struck by the fierce lightning and reduced to ashes. The great formation was both the source and the source of the Demon Lord's power.

To avoid the power of the thunder, Leng Huan and Fu Xun even fled into the outer edge of the storm above.

After the blue-purple light dissipated, the whole world fell silent, and the divine seal shone brightly on the ashes and scorched earth.

Leng Huan looked down at the entire island from afar. In the distance, there was a tiny golden light, like a bean, which belonged to the people of the Golden Boat.

"Let's go check it out. What if he's still alive?"

After speaking, she moved, causing spatial fluctuations, and once again approached the ground that had turned into scorched earth. Leng Huan stepped on the spirit sword and used his divine sense to sweep across the island, extending for thousands of miles. The Demon Lord of Slaughter had vanished without a trace, not even a trace of his soul remained.

“He should be dead.” Fu Xun lowered his hand seals, not finding any trace of the Demon Lord’s demonic soul. He looked at the primordial aura shrouding the sky, “Otherwise, he would at most have turned into demonic energy and been captured by the primordial aura.”

Leng Huan nodded, raised his hand to summon the divine seal, which was now only the size of a palm. The little thing attracted countless people to fight over it.

"Let's go and meet up with them first."

The two returned to the golden boat.

Wang Chen looked at them and said, "You've finally arrived. The thunder was so powerful that it destroyed the golden boat's restrictions. Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Xie was there, otherwise we would have been wiped out."

Leng Huan gave an awkward smile. Actually, she hadn't expected it to be that powerful. She thought to herself, "This move is really good. Apart from consuming a bit of spiritual energy, it's perfect."

"You two have obtained the divine seal?" Xie An had also expended a lot of effort supporting the shield, and she looked at Leng Huan as if he were a fellow traveler. She was a little crazy too.

"Look, I got it." Leng Huan turned his palm over, and the divine seal suddenly appeared, shimmering with light and exuding a mysterious aura.

Wang Chen: "Shall we go repair the seal now?"

Leng Huan nodded: "It's better to do it sooner rather than later."

A sense of excitement rose among the crowd; success or failure hinged on this moment.

We are about to witness a historic moment.

The Hongyuan Seal is very mysterious and vast. Hongyuan is actually the entrance to another realm called the Netherworld Demon Realm. The Demon Realm Island in the outer sea is actually a restricted realm formed long ago, more like a desolate secret realm. It was used by the demons as a foothold in the cultivation world and established as the Demon Realm.

The true demon realm is the Netherworld Demon Realm, whose entrance to the realm is located in the sea, resulting in the formation of a vast ocean abyss.

The seal is meant to prevent the entrance from merging with the cultivation world and to stop demons from landing in the cultivation world. The seal crack is located above this island, at the eye of the storm.

The group piloted the golden boat and flew over the island, reaching thousands of miles away. Leng Huan experienced the chill of being at such a height, and used a stone-refining seal to stabilize the golden boat, as the gale-force winds here were already quite violent.

Wang Chen's protective magic treasures activated automatically. At this time, there was no need to waste spiritual energy; cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage would have been frozen solid here long ago.

Yan Wu raised his hand and channeled a bit of spiritual energy. He felt that the longer it went on, the less flexible his meridians became, and the circulation of spiritual energy would gradually become sluggish. "This gale is actually invisible and extremely cold!"

Leng Huan simply put on a cloak and robe, "That's right. The ancient predecessors already knew how dangerous it was. The erosion of the Hongyuan is harmful to cultivators in every way, so they spared no effort to seal it off."

"Let's begin." Fu Xun took out two more divine seals and handed them out: "Choose one."

Wang Chen and Xie An exchanged a glance, nodded, and randomly chose one. Wang Chen weighed the divine seal, which was described as very powerful in the original book, but it was only the size of a palm and could be deadly.

“This is the Phoenix Seal.” Xie An examined the divine seal in his hand. “Its aura is mysterious and unpredictable. So this is the legendary sacred object of the Four Continents.”

Fu Xun took out the divine sword, "I need to refine this sword using a sealing technique."

With everyone protecting him, the refining process lasted for three days. It required extracting wisps of Hongyuan Qi and adding Fu Xun's Xuan Power to temper the divine sword into a sealing sword, using the power of the Four Divine Seals to suppress the Hongyuan Crack.

Leng Huan watched as the divine sword unleashed its golden light at the last moment, knowing it had succeeded. The once-bright divine sword had turned into a dark gold color, perfectly matching the aura of the divine seal.

She and Wang Chen exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief. In the original book, the divine sword lost its sealing power when Fu Xun fell into demonic possession, so Fu Xun used the sword to perform a ritual to seal it.

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