This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Feng Wujing, who was lying on the bed, was oppressed by the thick quilt covering his chest, and his sweat-drenched thin shirt was clinging to his back, wrinkled into a ball.

He suddenly opened his heavy eyelids, and the huge disharmony between his body and mind caused a sharp pain in the middle of his chest and abdomen, like ten thousand ants gnawing on him.Feng Wujing hissed lightly, his sticky crow eyelashes closed down, casting layered shadows on the lower eyelids.

The brain was throbbing, and the pain of reshaping the body was even more unbearable.

However, Feng Wujing didn't know his situation at this moment, he curled up impatiently, his whole body felt a sense of powerlessness, he could only rely on his willpower to forcibly endure this sudden discomfort.

Where is this, who is he.

He tried hard to think back, but the memory was a blur, the fog concealed the truth, he was lost in it, and he couldn't tell the direction.

The severe pain in his heart finally stimulated the young man in red to open his eyes suddenly, the red pupils contracted into small dots, he slapped the bed with his palm, the sandalwood bed rails broke in response, and the young man's painful whistling sound broke out, echoing inside and outside the palace , Up and down the cliff, the moonlight is covered by black clouds, the birds are frightened, and they take off with wings.

The young man was sweating profusely, and finally exhausted in the pain and struggle, fell back into a deep sleep again.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, wake up."

Qingrun's calling sound was ethereal and ethereal, carried by the breeze and came slowly, soaked in a thorough and soothing coolness, calling back Feng Wujing's indistinct consciousness.He opened his eyes again under this physical and mental comfort, and the severe pain all over his body has dissipated, his muscles and bones are transparent and light, and the warm sunshine spreads into the back room, which is a long-lost strange warmth.

Feng Wujing subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his aching temple, and looked at the two standing in front of him.

They are all in fixed attire, dressed in white, with long robes and hair tied up.

Feng Wujing's mind was in chaos, so he asked, "Who are you?"

The two people in front of them were shocked, they covered Wujing's forehead with the back of their hands, their expressions were natural, not fake: "Junior brother, you have a high fever for a few days, so you don't remember us?"

"I am senior brother," the person who said this was honest and honest, and he pointed to the man with willow eyebrows and thin waist beside him, and introduced, "He is your second senior brother."

Feng Wujing's forehead was touched by someone, and a chill subconsciously surged in his heart. He raised his arm and pushed away the elbow, his sharp eyes wandered around the faces of the two, trying to find out the strangeness.

But he failed.

The actions of the two came from the heart, and they still smiled and groaned when they met his unkind eyes, neither humble nor overbearing, nor dodged nor dodged.

After a moment of silence, Feng Wujing started to have a splitting headache again.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

Sensing the strange aura around him, Feng Wujing raised his sleeves "swish" and brought up the wind of his clothes, forcing the two of them to take a step back.

He hugged his head to calm himself, with pain in his brows and dripping with cold sweat, he murmured: "Who is this seat?"

A fleeting light flashed in my mind, my seat, why did he call himself this seat?

It was like an instruction from the depths of his consciousness, which had already been deeply embedded in his bone marrow.

Before Feng Wujing thought about it, he heard the reply from the two people beside him.

The elder brother replied: "You are Gu Yan'an."

The second senior brother replied: "An Rui Xiang Ning, He Qing Hai Yan, the master named you."

This interruption made Feng Wujing completely stunned, he polished the word "Gu Yan'an" on his lips and teeth, and there was stagnation and rigidity everywhere.

Feng Wujing frowned, turned over and got out of bed.

The white jade floor of the sleeping hall is clean and bright, the surroundings are neatly repaired and elegant, and there are stacks of miscellaneous books piled up on the table. The atmosphere of life is rich and natural, as if someone has lived here for a long time.

The red shirt on his body was soaked in thin sweat, and it was rumpled in the struggle just now, revealing half of his pale chest. Feng Wujing subconsciously gathered up his clothes and strode out of the hall. His vertical black hair was thrown behind him, and he outlined a beautiful shape in the air. arc.

Outside the hall, there are green peaks, green water, blue sky and blue sky. He is currently on the top of a giant mountain, amidst the ethereal aura, several white cranes are hovering high.The mountain peaks surround an emerald lake in the middle. The clear water in the pool is sparkling in the sun, reflecting scorching stars like a bright mirror.

Just as he was about to step down the mountain, the sound of footsteps came from Feng Wujing's ears. Years of dormant self-defense made him extremely alert to dangers and dangers. He concentrated on his instincts and was always ready to defend and attack.

"Brother, where are you going?"

Hearing the sound, Feng Wujing suddenly turned his head and met the concerned gazes of the two people in the palace above.

But he still didn't dare to take a breath, something was wrong with this place, it was too wrong.

Even if he wakes up from illness, he shouldn't be so unfamiliar with the surrounding environment after losing his memory.

But now he can't figure out the current situation, so it's better not to act rashly.

Faced with the ardent care of the two "Senior Brothers", Feng Wujing's head, which was hidden in the shadow, slightly raised his head, and his unpredictable face was reflected in the sunlight at this moment, with a pure and innocent smile like a boy.

Coupled with his pair of sharp and upturned eyes, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and he laughed like a boy next door.

The elder brother said courteously: "Are you going down the mountain? You are just recovering from a serious illness, and you are not fit to use a sword. Let me take you."

The man walked towards Feng Wujing very familiarly, Feng Wujing's mind turned back and forth, and finally his eyes rolled, he smiled kindly, and nodded in response: "Okay, thank you - senior brother."

He stepped onto the elder brother's long sword with a faint blue light, and stood behind him, the sword raised and the wind fluttered.

His black hair fluttered in the wind, the elder brother's voice blew towards Feng Wujing's side from the front, the rest was blurred, he could vaguely hear him say: "Junior brother, stand firm, if you fall, you can pull me."

Feng Wujing narrowed his eyes, obediently leaned over the man's back, and asked, "Senior brother, I've been seriously ill and I don't remember anything, what's your name?"

When Feng Wujing opened his mouth, he also blatantly stretched out his hand to caress Ren Lishan's body. The person in his arms trembled with his movements, and said, "My name is Guanzhou, don't touch me carelessly."

Feng Wujing withdrew his hand obediently, and said "Oh".

Guanzhou's body is warm, with pulse and heartbeat, and he looks like a normal immortal cultivator.

Feng Wujing tugged at the man's robe lightly with his fingers, his voice hoarse and charming, the red dress was hunting in the air, like a beautiful and flamboyant flamingo.

"Brother Guan, that teacher—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone. Guanzhou's voice was mighty and full of strength. Feng Wujing carefully observed the road. This person looked like a person with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.

Guan Zhou said: "Your second senior brother is called Yuan Yin, he and I have known each other since we were young, and later we joined Master's sect together, Master's name is Gu Langqing, and this mountain is called Wangyou Peak."

Yuanyin, I have no impression.

Gu Langqing...

He chanted this name silently in his heart, the young man suddenly had a headache, the pain like a pinprick approached his acupoint, he squeezed his hand hard, his nails were deeply embedded in his palm, and there were five bright red bloodstains, he tried his best to suppress the impatience in his heart Nian, closed his eyes tightly.

His thoughts wandered around uncontrollably, and a thick smell of blood welled up in his chest.

Feng Wujing immediately vomited a mouthful of glaring blood with a "poof", sprinkled bits and pieces from the sword tip, and fell down the valley one after another.

Disappear.

What Wangyou Peak, his residence is clearly called——

Valley of Souls.

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In the Valley of Thousand Souls, the souls of thousands of people in the fairy world are buried.

The devil's palace is shrouded in darkness all year round, and there is no dawn moment. The only light is the candle lamp that is placed in the corridor of the two worlds of immortals and demons, lit with human oil, and can last forever through the night.

Demons like darkness.

Lord Mozun, Feng Wujing, wore a wide-sleeved crimson robe, embroidered with exquisite and detailed dragon pattern lines - a nine-tailed dragon, hovering around the hem, the supreme demon world.

His whole body skin is abnormally sickly pale, and the dragon robe has always disdain to dress neatly, so in front of everyone, he always shows his tempting chest and shoulders.

why?Feng Wujing thought that the clothes that ordinary people would wear were too restrictive for him.

But since I have to wear it, I will wear the most gorgeous and eye-catching red, so that others can see him at the first sight among thousands of mediocre people.

After all, he is the "Supreme" of the demon world.

With his head supported on one hand, his white hair flowed down his shoulders and scattered behind him in a mess.Feng Wujing half-closed his eyes lazily, sitting on the dark golden dragon chair, defying and kneeling in the magic palace, bowing his head to him and obeying his orders wholeheartedly.

A high-level demon cultivator who was lying on His Highness accidentally glanced at it, his heart was throbbing, and he was directly shocked by the demon's glamorous appearance.

His heart was about to burst, he finally raised his head, and quietly looked at the person sitting on the seat while no one was looking.

The demon king's neck was down, his chest was strong and spacious, and the collarbone hidden in the darkness was the most protruding and stunning, faintly spreading towards the shoulder blades behind him.

How could such a beauty be something that an ordinary monk like him could imagine at will.

He sighed pity.

However, for some reason, he felt a shocking magic power, which made him unable to take his eyes off, and stared closely at the half-covered clothes of the Demon Venerable, prying into the unknown secret place under the thin fabric.

"Tamp down the fairy world, humiliate the immortal cultivator, you," Feng Wujing said, his voice was deep and ethereal, echoing throughout the entire huge demon palace, captivating people's hearts and souls for no reason, his words paused, and everyone's eyes followed him unconsciously Looking at where the slender fingers are pointing, "What do you think of my plan for the future?"

The high-ranking cultivator who was pointed out just woke up like a dream, and quickly withdrew his disrespectful gaze in shock, and his back was soaked in cold sweat for a moment.

He stood up and clasped his hands, saying: "Everything is up to the adults."

"Oh? Listen to me?" Feng Wujing smiled grimly, revealing a mouthful of flamboyant white teeth in the suffocating darkness. He sneered and followed each word carefully, "Just now, where were you looking? "

Moxiu raised his head in horror, and defended himself excitedly.

"I, I, I didn't! My lord is wise, I didn't mean it... Yuan, forgive me... Ho, ho..."

On the dark and damp obsidian floor of the Demon Palace, another evil person was stained with the sticky bright red blood. The blood sprayed from the corpse and soaked into the cracks of the stone without sound.

Feng Wujing likes blood, it is as eye-catching as his dragon robe, what a beautiful color.

The corpse of the high-level demon cultivator quickly turned into a pile of white bones. Everyone watched in horror as the person on the seat clasped his fingers together, and the white skull instantly moved to his palm.

He played with the bloody dead man's skull with five fingers, and after rubbing it a few times, the magic power penetrated into his palm, and the hard skull instantly turned into powder in the demon's hands.

Feng Wujing clapped his hands in disgust, the ashes scattered all over the ground, choking in the air.

Everyone was terrified and kept silent.

A magic cultivator who knows the current affairs suddenly shouted: "My lord is wise!"

Everyone came back to their senses, and shouted loudly, and the entire Demon Palace was full of creepy shouts.

Feng Wujing sat high on the stage, smiled in satisfaction, turned his palms over, and tapped his knuckles on the armrest of the dragon chair.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Not only did the knocking sound not be extinguished by the deafening cheers of the crowd, but it became louder and louder, and the clear sound gradually became consistent with everyone's heart rhythm!

Everyone in the devil world kneeling on the ground felt their hearts beating fast and slow with the sound of the devil's beating, and the man's voice floated slowly.

"Where you shouldn't look, don't look around."

Heartache, shortness of breath.

"Although this person deserves to die, he is right," Feng Wujing's voice became more and more distant, but it lingered on the top of everyone's skulls like a demon, lingering and planted in their hearts, "My lords, listen to this Seat, do you understand?"

The cold voice is like fingernails scratching the tip of the heart, bringing cold discomfort all over the body.

Moxiu's heart palpitated, and he shouted louder and harder.

"Master is wise!"

"Master is wise!"

"..."

Because they understood that those few seemingly insignificant knocks on the knuckles could kill them at this moment.

Disrupted heart rhythm, vomiting and death.

The Supreme Being of the Demon Realm, Feng Wujing, is moody, and kills without control.

After this incident, they also understood that they can't stare at the adult's chest, even if the adult is exposed, they should take the initiative to avoid sight, otherwise the only thing waiting for them is death.

The author says:

That's right, it's a naked update without a manuscript, this is really... so exciting orz;

When I was typing today, I was bitten by a mosquito on my wrist. I am dry, I am really dry.