Chapter 4287 Confrontation

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On the frontier battlefield, it was raining continuously, and the wind was cold, like a raging gale.

And this is just the ordinary weather on the frontier battlefield.

If you encounter something even worse, it is common for fire to burn the sky and freeze hundreds of millions of miles.

Because of this, it is difficult to set foot here under the Dharma Venerable Realm.

High above the sky, the two parties faced each other far away.

One side's devilish energy soared into the sky, filling the entire void, making the hazy sky even darker, oppressive, and suffocating.

Dozens of figures stood in the air, looking down indifferently, many of them had evil smiles on their lips.

These people are none other than the powerful demon clan who escorted Jun Bairen to the entrance of the ancient god realm.

On the other side, there were only a dozen or so figures, the leader was an old man in a patched gray robe. The old man's eyes were sunken, and his face was covered with wrinkles, like dry bark.

If he hadn't been able to sense the aura of the gray-robed old man, he might have thought it was a dead person or a sculpture.

If Xiao Fan sees it, he will naturally recognize it. This old man is the old man from Bianhuang who led them away from the Ancient Land of Gods War last time.

It's just that compared to a few years ago, the old man in Bianhuang looks older and older, and has been buried in the soil from the neck down.

"Bian Huang, we meet again." An old and slightly hoarse voice broke the dead silence, but it was Candle Master from the first holy world of the demon race who spoke.

He kept his eyes tightly closed, and there was a shocking sword mark above his eyes.

"Zhuyan!" The old man Bianhuang handed over the other party's name, and he said indifferently, "You are not outside the tomb of the ancestors, what do you want to come here?"

When he said this, his cloudy eyes not only glanced at Jun Bairen, but deep in his eyes flashed deep disappointment.

"Bianhuang, don't pretend anymore, I don't believe you don't know our purpose." Zhuzun said, but he was no longer indifferent as before, looking at the old man Bianhuang with fiery hatred.

Immediately he grinned, showing a mouthful of withered teeth: "Hand over that kid, everything is easy to talk about, otherwise, don't blame us for destroying the Primordial God Realm."

"Jun Bairen, you let me down very much." The old man Bianhuang ignored Zhu Zun, but took a look at Jun Bairen.

Jun Bairen lowered his head, like a child who has done something wrong.

He knew why the old man Bianhuang would say this. In the past, no matter how many strange demons he faced, he would never compromise.

But this time, he actually led the way for the demons himself, and came here to capture the monks from the ancient gods.

It's ridiculous!

You know, he is also the master of the Shen Pavilion after all.

If everyone in the Shen Pavilion is like him, is there still a need for the Rage God Pavilion to exist that day?

"You wait for the nineteenth realm of the demon race to come to my ancient god realm, do you want to start a war in advance?" The old man Bianhuang spoke again, and his stooped body suddenly straightened up slowly.

At the same time, his cloudy eyes glistened even more, and at this moment, he seemed to be a different person.

If it was said that he was on the verge of death just now, then now, he is full of spirits!

As the aura bloomed on his body, the expressions of the forty or so demon celestial beings on the opposite side changed slightly.

These people have more or less heard of the name of the old man on the frontier of the Primordial God Realm.

This old man has lived for countless years and created an endless reputation.

Rumor has it that before the Holy Ancestor came out, the old man in the frontier would be invincible in this world!

Once Zhuzun was young and energetic, he came here to challenge the old man Bianhuang, one of his eyes was stabbed by the old man Bianhuang, and he never recovered.

It's just that no one knows about this matter. Most of the demons only know that Zhuzun is terrifying, but they don't know that he was once defeated by the old man in the frontier.

"Bian Huang, your blood is weakened, can you still fight?" Zhu Zun sneered, he was always thinking of revenge for the shame of the year.

Even if he was alone, he didn't dare to easily break into the wilderness of the Primordial God Realm.

But today there are about forty strong Tianzun, Zhu Zun is naturally fearless.

"It's true that I haven't done anything for a long time, and my body is almost rusted." The old man Bianhuang also looked eager to try.

Zhuzun frowned, his eyes were filled with deep guard, then he smiled slightly and said, "Bian Huang, you wouldn't really rather sacrifice Jun Bairen to save a kid in Dharma Venerable Realm, would you?"

There was an indifferent smile on the withered face of the old man in the wilderness, giving people a ferocious feeling.

"Shouldn't it be a blessing to have around forty of you to accompany his death alone?" The old man Bianhuang was not affected by Zhu Zun in the slightest.

Zhu Zun's face darkened, and at this moment, figures flew across the sky, appearing behind the old man in the wilderness.

Obviously, this is the support of the ancient gods, at least in terms of quantity, it is no less than that of the demons.

"Bianhuang, do you really want to go to war?" Zhu Zun's face darkened, he never thought that the old man Bianhuang was still so strong, he would go to war at every turn, and he didn't care about Jun Bairen's life or death.

"So what if we start a war? This is the home ground of the Primordial God Realm. Don't we even have the courage to fight?" The old man Bianhuang waved his hand.

Hoo hoo!

In an instant, the figure behind him flew towards forty or so demon powerhouses, surrounding them tightly in the center.

The faces of the demon powerhouses changed drastically. They obviously didn't expect that there were so many heavenly powerhouses in the ancient god world.

Thirty to forty of them, this should be the entire combat power of the Primordial God Realm!

They came here to force the Primordial God Realm to hand over Xiao Fan, but they never thought of actually starting a war.

Just relying on their thirty or forty Heavenly Exalted Realm, trying to win the Primordial God Realm is tantamount to nonsense.

After all, the Primordial God Realm has existed for countless years, has experienced several devastating blows, and has never fallen into the hands of the demons, so there is a reason for it.

For a while, Zhuzun and the others were in a dilemma and fell into a difficult situation.

"Jun Bairen, come here." The old man Bianhuang said lightly, but his tone could not be denied.

Jun Bairen was not timid at all, and flew straight towards the old man in the wilderness. The demon monks around him could only stare blankly.

They are not a group, and they naturally have their own little calculations, how can they be united as one?

Being so frightened by the old man in the wilderness, they immediately flinched.

"Teacher, have Xiao Fan and the others returned?" Jun Bairen stood next to the old man in Bianhuang and whispered.

"Not yet!" Bianhuang old man was a little disappointed in his tone, "You are confused, Xiao Fan is a member of my ancient God Realm anyway, how can you give up on him?"

The old man Bianhuang was disappointed with Jun Bairen not because he brought so many powerful demons here, but because he was afraid of facing the four Heavenly Venerates and abandoned Xiao Fan and the others.

"Teacher, I'm confused." Jun Bairen smiled bitterly. At that time, he only wanted to keep Xiao Zhanfeng and the others, so he didn't care about Xiao Fan. "These years, you have been at ease for too long. After a while, you will also come to Bianhuang." The old man Bianhuang said without turning his head.