Chapter 4287: Confrontation

On the frontier battlefield, rainy, cold wind, like a violent wind.
And this is just ordinary weather on the frontier battlefield.
If it encounters something worse, the fire will burn the sky, and it will be frozen for hundreds of thousands of miles.
Because of this, it is difficult to set foot in the realm of the Dharma here.
Above the high altitude, the two parties face each other.
One party's devilish energy soared into the sky and filled the entire void, making the hazy sky appear darker, depressed, and suffocated.
Dozens of figures stood in the air, looking at the opposite side indifferently, and many people had evil smiles.
These people are not others, they are the powerful demons who rushed to the entrance of the Primordial God Realm with Jun Bairen.
On the other side, there were only a dozen figures, headed by 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 could not sense the breath of the gray-robed old man, he might think that this was a dead person or a sculpture.
If Xiao Fan saw it, he would naturally recognize that this old man was exactly the old man from the Borderlands who took them away from the ancient land of Gods War last time.
It's just that compared to a few years ago, the old man from Bianhuang appears to be older and older, and has been buried in the soil under his neck.
"Bian Huang, we met again." An old and slightly hoarse voice broke the dead silence, but it was the Candle Venerable of the First Sacred Realm of the Demon Race.
His eyes were closed tightly, and there was a shocking sword mark above his eyes.
"Candle flame!" The old man Bianhuang handed over the other party's name, and said hello, with an indifferent expression: "You are not waiting outside the Ancestral Burial Tomb, what do you want to come here?"
When he said this, his turbid eyes not only glanced at Jun Bairen, but deep disappointment flashed deep in his eyes.
"Bian Huang, don't pretend, you don't know our purpose if you don't believe me." Zhu Zun spoke, but without the indifferentness he had before, looking at the old man Bian Huang's eyes, full of fiery hatred.
Immediately he grinned and revealed his withered yellow teeth: "Hand over that kid, everything is easy to say, otherwise, don't blame us for destroying the Primordial God Realm."
"Jun Bairen, you disappoint me." The old man Bianhuang ignored Zhuzun, but looked at Jun Bairen.
Jun Bairen lowered his head, like a kid who did something wrong.
He knew why the old man Bianhuang would say this. Before, no matter how many strange demons he faced, he would not compromise.
But this time, he actually led the way for the Demon Race, and came here to capture the monks of the Primordial God Realm.
It's ridiculous!
You know, he is also the Lord of God Pavilion at any rate.
If the people of the God Pavilion follow him, is there any need for the Wild God Pavilion to exist that day?
"You wait for the nineteenth realm of the Demon Race to come to my Primordial God Realm, do you want to start the war ahead of time?" The old man Bianhuang spoke again, and his rickety body suddenly straightened slowly.
At the same time, his muddy eyes were even more gleaming. At this moment, he seemed to be a different person.
If it was said that it was dying just now, now it is full of spirits!
As the breath of his body bloomed, the face of forty demon gods on the opposite side changed slightly.
These people have more or less heard of the name of the desolate old man in the Primordial God Realm.
The old man lived for countless years and created an endless fame.
Rumor has it that the ancestor of the border is invincible now!
Once Zhuzun was young and energetic, he came here to challenge the old man in the border, one of his eyes was blinded by the old man in the border, and he never recovered.
It's just that no one knows about this. Most of the demons only know that Zhuzun is terrifying, but they don't know that he was defeated by the old man in the border.
"Bian Huang, your blood is declining, can you still fight?" Zhu Zun sneered, the shame of the year, he always didn't want revenge.
Just being alone, he did not dare to easily break into the wasteland of the Primordial God Realm.
But today there are about forty strong Tianzun, and Zhuzun is naturally fearless.
"It's really been a long time since I did it, my body is about to rust." The old man Bianhuang was also eager to try.
Zhu Zun frowned, and deep in his eyes was full of strong guards, and then smiled slightly: "Bian Huang, you wouldn't really rather sacrifice Jun Bairen to save a kid in the realm of Dharma?"
An indifferent smile appeared on the dry face of the old man Bianhuang, giving people a hideous feeling.
"He died alone, shouldn't you be glad that you can be accompanied by forty people?" The old man Bianhuang was not affected by Zhuzun.
Zhu Zun's face sank, and at this moment, silhouettes flew across the sky, appearing behind the old man Bianhuang.
Obviously, this is the support of the Primordial God Realm, at least in terms of quantity, and no less than that of the demons.
"Bian Huang, are you really going to go to war?" Zhuzun's face sank. He never thought that the old man Bian Huang was still so strong and would go to war at every turn, and he didn't care about Jun Bai's life and death.
"What about the war? This is the home of the Primordial God Realm. Don't we even have the courage to fight?" The old man Bianhuang waved his hand.
Huhu!
In an instant, the figure behind him swiftly flew towards the forty powerful demons, surrounding them tightly in the center.
The complexion of a group of powerful demons changed drastically, and they obviously did not expect that there would be so many powerful masters in the Primordial God Realm.
Thirty or forty, this should be the full combat power of the Primordial God Realm!
They came here to force the Primordial God Realm to surrender Xiao Fan, but they never thought of a real war.
Just relying on their thirty or forty Heavenly Sovereign Realms, they want to take the Primordial God Realm, which is tantamount to a dream.
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. Naturally, it makes sense.
For a time, Zhu Zun and others were in a dilemma and were caught in a problem.
"Jun Bairen, come here." The old man Bianhuang said lightly, but his tone was undeniable.
Jun Bairen was not timid, and flew straight to the old man in the border, the demon monks around him could only stare.
They are not a group, they naturally have their own small abacus, where can they be united?
Being so frightened by the old man Bianhuang, they instantly flinched.
"Teacher, Xiao Fan, are they back yet?" Jun Bairen stood beside the old man in the border, whispering.
"Not yet!" The old man Bianhuang was a little disappointed in his tone, "You are confused, how can Xiao Fan belong to my ancient gods, how can you give him up?"
The old man Bianhuang was disappointed in Jun Bairen not because he brought so many powerful demons here, but because he was afraid of facing the four heavenly venerables and abandoned Xiao Fan and them.
"Teacher, I'm confused." Jun Bairen smiled bitterly. He only wanted to keep Xiao Zhanfeng and the others, how could he care about Xiao Fan. "In these years, you have been at ease for too long. After some time, you will come to Bianhuang." The old man Bianhuang said without looking back.