Chapter 4,277: The Melee

now the most important thing is that we owe the Chen family a large sum of money—a total of 2 million. We have to solve this problem first."Ouyang Shan said, "This is easy. Cousin, just arrest Ye Buf...Ye Bufan and his apprentice traveled safely all the way, but unexpected circumstances arose at Tianwu Sect.

Not long after entering the seventh layer of the Chaos Saint Realm, as they were passing through a narrow valley, dozens of people suddenly rushed out from all sides. They were all masked in black turbans and surrounded them completely.

In terms of numbers, they were far less than the Heavenly Martial Sect, but their strength was in no way inferior.

The first seven or so people exuded a powerful aura, and they were all formidable Yuan Sheng-level experts.

Two elderly men with white hair at the head, were no weaker than Grand Elder Cang Wu and Tianwu Sect's Sect Master, having already reached the fourth rank of Yuan Saint.

The remaining twenty or so people were slightly weaker, but they were all Emperor-level powerhouses.

Although Heavenly Martial Sect had a large number of disciples, most of them were participants in the Holy Spirit Assembly. Facing these powerful cultivators, they were as helpless as infants and possessed virtually no combat ability.

As a result, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense after the appearance of the men in black.

The people of Tianwu Sect secretly rejoiced in their hearts, it seemed that the previous decision was correct, to proceed together with the grand steward of Wanxiang Tiangong.

Cao Wu's expression darkened, he took a step forward, facing the many black figures before him, his confidence remained unshaken.

"I am Cang Wu, the Grand Executor of the Ten Thousand Phenomena Heavenly Palace. Who are you"

The voice of the old man with white hair at the front was hoarse: "Master, we don't want to be enemies with the Wanxiang Heavenly Palace, but Ye Junshen must die."

"Ridiculous! You dare put an old man like me in your eyes, and the myriad heavens palace in yours!"

All the disciples of Tianwu Sect who are participating in the Holy Spirit Conference, including Ye Junshi, none of you can touch.

The old man with white hair smiled coldly: "If this were normal times, we would certainly give the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Palace face, but no matter what, the reincarnation of the Immortal Ancestor cannot live."

So today he must die, even if the Heavenly King himself tries to stop it.

"Everyone else can leave, we guarantee your safety, but Ye Junxie must stay!"

As soon as he said that, everyone in Tianwu Sect became nervous.

Especially the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, his heart was filled with both anger and frustration. When did he become the reincarnation of the Immortal Saint Ancestor This was completely taking the blame, wasn't it

But there's no way, this secret can't be told yet, I can only hope that the Heavenly Palace of Ten Thousand Phenomena won't submit.

In fact, his worries were unnecessary. For the sake of the sect's face, Cang Wu would not back down, but instead became furious.

Now

The Ten Thousand Phenomena Heavenly Palace is the number one sect in the world, and wherever it goes, no one dares to defy its majesty. These people in front of me actually don't put themselves in their eyes.

Today, old man I am here. I see which one of you dares to move!

"Master, since you insist on courting death, don't blame us!"

The white-haired elder finished speaking and with a wave of his hand, dozens of people who had been on high alert surged forward.

And he himself drew out a golden long knife, and with one stroke, slashed towards the Grand Administrator who was in deep contemplation.

The other black-clad elder beside him whipped out a black long whip, winding it towards Tianwu Sect's sect master Dong Xuan.

It's clear that these people were well-prepared. The two strongest among them held back Cangwu and Dongxuan.

The four people were all at the cultivation level of fourth-rank Yuan Saints, their strength was not much different. For a time, they fought evenly matched, it was difficult to tell who was superior.

In contrast, the other members of Tianwu Sect were having a much worse time. The remaining five elders, including Dongkun and Dongyi, were all Yuan Sheng-level powerhouses, but they were surrounded by six or seven Yuan Shengs, outnumbered and struggling to hold their own.

The Cave Master did not join the fray, wielding the chaotic spirit treasure, Pearl Umbrella, to guard Ye Junxie.

The core of the dispute between the two sides is this so-called reincarnation of the Immortal Saint Ancestor. If he dies, all the efforts of the entire Tianwu Sect will be in vain, and they will be completely defeated.

The higher-ups are still managing to hold on, but the disciples down below are suffering terribly.

Although they were all geniuses selected from within the sect, their cultivation was limited and they still needed time to grow. Facing powerhouses at the Emperor Realm, each of them was utterly powerless to resist.

Tianwu Sect also had some disciples at the Yuandi level, but there were far fewer in number. They were only capable of defending themselves and had no power to fight back. They couldn't even protect themselves, let alone those disciples.

The battle was incredibly fierce, with casualties falling constantly.

And on a nearby mountaintop, a figure stood quietly watching, it was Ye Bufan's Dao body.

He originally just acted on impulse, following behind to see if anything would happen or if he could pick up a bargain, but he stumbled upon such a huge battle.

As for the Demon King of Ten Thousand Beasts, his heart is still very complex. Emotionally, he would love to see the other party die here immediately and then bring back Erlang, but reality doesn't allow it.

If Ye Junxie died, the legend of the Immortal Saint Ancestor's reincarnation would be shattered. Could those hidden in the shadows believe it The true saint...

Can a reincarnation die so easily

Once those people become suspicious, they will probably suspect themselves. If you look closely, there are still many doubts.

For example, the timing of one's appearance might be too coincidental, or their growth rate too astonishing. Even if those people couldn't be completely certain, just a hint of suspicion would make them rather kill than let go, capable of crushing one with ease.

My own strength is still too weak, before I'm strong enough, I still have to put this meatshield in front.

After the platform battle, he had also imagined whether he could replace the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts with his own avatar. The result was no.

The Taoist body manifested by the transformation of the Three Purities might not be able to conceal itself from the Mirror of Heaven's Gaze, which could see through its authenticity with a single glance.

At first, the technique of splitting one's soul that Yuanyao Fairy had passed down to her clone was quite real, possessing flesh and blood, a primordial spirit, and it could withstand the scrutiny of the Peering Heaven Mirror. However, its strength was significantly weaker.

The most crucial point is that, being a chaotic being, even the avatars I manifest cannot cultivate immaculate spiritual roots. This is my greatest weakness.

As for killing the Demon King, using his own divine sense to control Erlang's physical body is even less feasible. In front of those old monsters, his mental power couldn't penetrate at all and would be exposed immediately.

After much deliberation, there was simply no other way. The best outcome was for the Demon Lord himself to take the lead.

But now these people's strength is too great, with his cultivation level he couldn't possibly turn the tide of battle.

"Well, past favors are still favors. We can try our best, but the outcome depends on fate. At least we can benefit from it."

Thinking this, he also took out a set of black clothes and covered himself tightly, silently killing down the mountain and blending into the crowd of black-clothed people.

Originally, there was a chaotic battle at the foot of the mountain. These black-clad men came from different factions and were not familiar with each other. Some had already died in the fray before, so one more or one less went unnoticed.

"Kill!"

Ye Bufan was imposing and made a big show, but he didn't put in any effort. His purpose was to help Tianshan Sect, at least a little bit helped.

Of course, everything must be done secretly, and you mustn't expose yourself.

A black-clothed seventh-rank Yuan Emperor was locked in a fierce battle with a Yuan Emperor-level powerhouse from the Tianwu Sect. As he was about to dodge a sword strike, a sudden jolt of pain surged through his mind.

His body stiffened slightly, the movement though brief was fatal, and he was instantly struck down by a single sword blow.aili Hongjun, Nangong Du, and Feng Wuhen all wore sinister smiles on their faces. They were waiting for Pang Yuan to give Ye Bufan a harsh reprimand and throw him out of the arena, then it would be th...