This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

The spider's hairy black long legs were once again embedded in the skin of Gu Langqing's collarbone, and she didn't even look back: "Are you willing to change him now?"

Feng Wujing finally understood that although this woman kills people, she also has her bottom line. The key point may be the word "love".

It turned out to be an infatuated demon.

Besides, if she hadn't tasted the sweetness of Gu Langqing's blood essence, she probably wouldn't break her promise.

Feng Wujing glanced at Gu Langqing suspiciously, how could it be such a coincidence that he ran into any unlucky things.

The spider spirit pointed out that the two came to help the villagers cast down demons, but did not question the relationship between the two, probably because they thought they were just an ordinary couple of knight-errants and Taoists.

And Gu Langqing didn't deny this relationship just now, his intention was obvious, he wanted to play this romantic drama to the end.

Gu Langqing's blood was forcibly plundered and flowed out of his body drop by drop. Although the spiritual power in his body was calm and broad, it could not withstand such a large amount of consumption.Immortal Venerable's face gradually turned pale and red, and sweat dripped from his chin, blooming on the cave floor.

Feng Wujing faintly felt a scorching heat in his palm.

The rubber band gleamed dimly from between the fingers of the young man in red. He clearly felt the temperature of his palm, and glanced at Gu Langqing.

——Gu Langqing is silently reciting the formula to control the weapon?

The hyperactive dragon bow, the rubber band is transformed, and the arrow follows the bow.

Bows and arrows are powerful, and the Heavenly Stem Immortal Venerable carries the immortal weapon with him, so it is more than enough to deal with such a little monster in the out-of-body period.

The vaguely familiar method of drawing a bow and archery vaguely took shape in Feng Wujing's mind, it's not a beginner's jerky, but it's as familiar as awakening a sleeping memory.

Gu Langqing guessed that Gu Langqing was guiding his sea of ​​consciousness, Feng Wujing was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly held his breath to concentrate on reading the continuously emerging exercises.

The woman who was described by people just now as having a somewhat delicate face has now turned into a huge and ugly spider, occupying most of the cave, and is insatiably bloodthirsty.

"I won't trade it with you this time. This fairy's blood is really delicious. I have to keep him and taste it slowly."

Accompanied by the lingering heat in his palm, the exercises emerged page by page regularly, Feng Wujing pondered the progress, while consolidating in his heart, while thinking of countermeasures to delay the time.

The young man in red snorted, and walked slowly towards the spider spirit. He lazily put his hands behind his back, and said in a mysterious way: "He is just a plaything I found from the fairy world. The blood of ordinary immortals is worth your aftertaste." Infinity, tasteless."

After hearing the mocking tone, the spider paused slightly, and asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

Probably thinking of the unforgeable "this seat" that Gu Langqing detected in Gu Langqing's memory just now, the spider spirit suddenly became a little vigilant.

In this world, who can claim to be this seat?

She suddenly remembered the day when Lord Cthulhu ruled the ghost domain and the demon world.

The world is full of mourning, and the man in purple with a cold face sits on the throne of bones, letting the blood flow in front of his eyes, with sarcasm and mockery in his eyes, overlooking the sentient beings of the two realms.

"Since then, the two worlds have been unified, and this seat is the only evil god between heaven and earth."

An evil god, a devil, an eminent monk in the fairy world.

There are only these three cases.

Combined with what the young man said, the spider spirit stopped sucking blood, and a trace of fear flashed in his heart: "Are you a demon?"

No matter the devil or the evil god, they are all ruthless characters that everyone fears.

Feng Wujing gave a deep "hmm".

"I turned into the lower realm, and found an ordinary immortal cultivator for fun, and went to the human world to play. Although this immortal cultivator is useless, it is also very suitable for me, ignorant little demon, do you want to touch him?"

The spider spirit said: "Then, why do you..."

"My real body is still in the Demon Realm." Feng Wujing narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of coldness, "If you want to see me, I can appear here now, but when the time comes, it will not be as simple as just letting you meet gone."

Feng Wujing remained motionless, calmly continuing to bluff people.

Although the spider spirit was terrified, she was still unwilling to let go of the tonic food in front of her so easily. She was worried, considering the authenticity of the boy's words.

The Kanglong Bow was about to take shape in Feng Wujing's palm, and the exercises were about to be completed.He came up with a plan, wiped his palm on his shoulder blade, and took out a few drops of fresh blood from his body, his face impatient.

"The devil's pure blood, can I exchange it with you for a trash immortal cultivator? Or do you really want to die?"

Everyone knows that the demon king is born with demon bones, if one can get a drop of his blood essence for cultivation, the effect will be immeasurable.

Shocked by Feng Wujing's aura, she finally decided to block him, landed on her eight long legs, and crawled towards the boy.

The spider's legs moved quickly, the spider's round eyes were dark and glowing, and the colorful spider body cast mottled shadows under the candle shadow.

Feng Wujing frowned: "Let him go first."

The spider was walking close to the ground, and the rustling sound was particularly frightening. Her voice came from far to near with a smile: "Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely let this immortal cultivator go."

The blood essence will not be deformed, and the drops are round and solidified. The spider spirit takes the shape of a human, and ecstatically uses a small bottle to hold three drops of blood essence.

The crystal clear vial contained three drops of scarlet blood essence, but the body of the bottle was not stained with any blood.

The spider was overjoyed, and from this point of view, this is indeed a good blood.

Got it!

In the blink of an eye, Feng Wujing's palms were extremely hot, and he posed according to the exercises in his mind, and the rubber band in his hand suddenly turned into a huge silver bow and arrow!

The arrow is on the string, ready to go.

"People in this seat, do you dare to move?"

Feng Wujing drew his bow fully, the sound of the arrow piercing the air rang in his ears, the spider spirit relaxed for a moment, before he could react, he was hit by an arrow!

She clutched her stinging chest, and finally realized that she had been tricked. After screaming, the woman's figure suddenly rose sharply, and the bloody giant spider reappeared, standing in the cave, spit out fine white silk .

Feng Wujing jumped up at this moment, and landed beside Gu Langqing whose hands and feet were bound, and subconsciously blocked the manic spider spirit for him.

The young man in red was fluttering in the wind, with a stern expression, sharp eyes, and tense arm muscles to draw his bow.

This demeanor was somewhat similar to that of Gu Langqing who used to wield a bow.

Feng Wujing jumped forward, and the arrows he released charged towards the spider spirit like a bamboo, the monster did not rush to dodge, he was hit by a few arrows, and blood flowed everywhere.

Under the stress of the spider spirit, it spitting out the spider silk in the body indiscriminately. The white silver thread is sticky, sticking to people and making them unable to move. Feng Wujing had no choice but to hold Gu Langqing with one hand and climb over the cave wall.

Seeing that the cave was about to be completely covered by white silk, and the slippery rock wall was hard to step on, Feng Wujing jumped from a height and fell to the ground.

With a hoarse voice, Gu Langqing said to the boy.

"Kill her, and the spider silk will disappear."

Feng Wujing nodded and drew his bow.

Probably because of studying the exercises carefully just now, Feng Wujing's archery skills are becoming more and more proficient now, and the arrows can't be shot in vain.

The young man's thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were looking forward, and his body was dancing with joy, showing a different kind of beauty in the dark cave.

The spider spirit was still immersed in the anger of being deceived, and the vial of blood essence she had just taken out had already rolled to the ground, she screamed: "I just killed the heartless person! I have a clear conscience! If you kill me, Lord Evil God will do it for me! Vengeful!"

Feng Wujing snorted lightly.

"Whoosh!"

After all, it was Xianwu. After being hit by several arrows in succession, the spider spirit finally fell to the ground with a bang, and the turbid blood flowed all over the ground. The air was full of pungent stench.

The monster died in a fit of rage, and the silver-white longbow in Feng Wujing's hand also shrank, turning into a small rubber band, which warmly rubbed against his palm.

The tight spider threads on Gu Langqing's body disappeared, and the cave wall was clean and clean again. Gu Langqing stood in place, lowered his eyes, and calmly rubbed his red wrist that was strangled.

A bright light suddenly flashed before his eyes, Gu Langqing subconsciously caught the rubber band that Feng Wujing threw, his eyes moved slightly, he picked up the messy black hair scattered behind him, his fingers flew behind his head, and he tied his hair again after a few strokes.

At this moment, it suddenly became quiet, and Gu Langqing's slightly rapid breathing echoed in the cave after being hit by He Huan San, revealing a somewhat ambiguous smell.

Under the dense candlelight, the two still wore a pair of bright red wedding dresses of the same style, both of which were disheveled, which inevitably made people feel distracted.

Feng Wujing's scorching gaze swept across Gu Langqing's body unambiguously, as if watching a prey trapped in a cage.

If Gu Langqing really deliberately led him into the spider spirit's trap, what was his purpose?

Feng Wujing was thoughtful.

But since he has done this, he must be prepared to bear the corresponding consequences. He should know that the Demon Lord is not a good person.

What is the difference between Gu Langqing, who was hit by acacia, and a little sheep that is about to fall into the tiger's mouth?

There was a deep light in Feng Wujing's pupils, he stuck to the body, and called out in a low voice: "Master."

Gu Langqing only felt that the skin all over his body was extremely sensitive, and the place where Feng Wujing touched shuddered, it was several times more difficult than being bloodletted just now.

Gu Langqing pushed the person away, but he couldn't exert any strength because of his weak body. In Feng Wujing's eyes, this kind of action was no different from wanting to greet or rejecting.

The young man in red breathed on the neck with malicious intentions, happily admiring that piece of skin that could turn red with his own movements without touching it, and there was a faint tendency to continue to spread downward.

Right up to the man's shoulder blades showing an alluring crimson color, Feng Wujing's fingers reached out to the hidden depression in his waist, scratching and brushing.

Gu Langqing half-closed his eyes, got angry in Feng Wujing's shackles, raised his knee and landed on the boy's lower abdomen, kicked hard, and escaped while panting.

Feng Wujing listened to the crisp ringtone in his ear, and looked at the man's ankle.

——Large and complete spider silk patterns!

It was the same as the pattern seen on Chen Asheng's leg that day, the network marks were fine and deep, extending from the flesh and blood inside to the texture of the outside, it was terrifying.

"Stop." Feng Wujing said.

Gu Langqing then lowered his head, apparently also seeing the abnormality in his own legs, he was silent for a moment, sat on the floor against the wall, and bent his long legs.

But when the young man in red walked up to him, the pattern gradually faded and disappeared, and along with the small silver bell on his ankle, it disappeared into nothingness.

Feng Wujing looked at the strange scene in front of him, and his hot thoughts were suddenly replaced by doubts.

Gu Langqing said: "The pattern is not the evil god's curse that the villagers talk about, but it's just a mark of the spider spirit, and the bell is just a phantom fabricated by the spider spirit. Now that her mana dissipates, the bell will naturally disappear, so don't worry about it. "

Listening to the man's answer, Feng Wujing became increasingly suspicious.

There was a tingling in his brain, and he always felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

——In his vague memories, he was the one wearing the groom's wedding dress, and he was also the one with the spider spirit mark on his leg.

He was lying on the wedding bed, and Gu Langqing, who was wearing the bride's wedding dress, came towards him. After a few rounds, he easily saw through the clues, and watched Gu Langqing in front of him transform into a woman.

That being the case, what did Gu Langqing see in his dream just now?

While Feng Wujing was thinking blankly, Gu Langqing used his spiritual sense to find the location of the vial containing the young man's blood essence in the dark cave. He gently got up and picked up the bottle, while Feng Wujing beside him was still immersed in his memories. I couldn't get out of the vortex, and I didn't see this scene.

The author says:

Long overdue! orz