This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

The sky is connected in a line, and the mountain road is rugged and rugged, and it takes a lot of time to walk from the peak to the foot of the mountain.

The mottled stone steps were covered with dark green moss, reflecting greasy and damp under the morning light, Feng Wujing stopped for a moment, then turned around the mountain road, the big bamboo basket in his arms was also empty, so he picked a few fruits and threw them into the In the basket, take two bites at leisure.

Fu Li hopped and jumped all the way, so happy, he didn't have the temperament of a monster in the devil world at all, just like a silly country dog.

Feng Wujing squatted down regretfully, staring at the dirt dog in front of him: "When are you going to change back?"

Fu Li: "Wow!"

Feng Wujing said earnestly: "You are my seat's mount, and you are the most ferocious wolf in the Six Realms. Can you stop barking like a dog? You're embarrassing this seat, do you understand?"

Fu Li: "Wow!"

Feng Wujing: "..."

Feng Wujing felt that his temper had improved.

In the past few days with Gu Langqing, he doesn't seem to be as unpredictable as in his memory.

Feng Wujing stood up from the ground and went down the mountain facing the sunlight.

Fu Li is his mount, which belongs exclusively to the Demon Lord.

The devil wolf was born in the wilderness of the devil world.

The wilderness of the Devil Realm is vast and boundless, with no one around, the sky is cloudless and gray all year round, and few people set foot in it.It nourishes all kinds of monsters from the demon world, checks and balances each other, and lives in peace. The wasteland has become a balanced system, survival of the fittest, and natural laws.

The previous demon masters set the rules that demon cultivators are not allowed to interfere in the wilderness of the demon world and hunt and kill monsters in the wilderness. Therefore, the wilderness has been peaceful for thousands of years.

The rules were set up, and all the demon cultivators who harbored evil intentions towards the monsters in the wasteland were killed. Everyone thought that the wasteland would always remain peaceful.

Until a sudden plague swept the Demon Realm Wasteland.

Logically speaking, apart from the human realm, which is the most vulnerable among the six realms, plagues rarely appear in the other five realms. After all, with spells in hand, no disease can be cured.

Perhaps it was because the Demon Realm's control over the wasteland was too relaxed, allowing the wilderness monsters to fend for themselves. It wasn't until the plague spread and swept through, infecting most of the creatures in the Demon Realm, that everyone paid attention to it.

But it was too late, the beasts infested with the plague died one by one, except for one.

——A gray and black, extremely ferocious demon wolf.

In this massive plague, the demon wolf actually bred a substance in its body that was strong enough to fight the plague toxin, protecting the whole clan of demon wolves from surviving this natural disaster, and witnessed the withering of the entire wasteland.

In the end, all wasteland creatures died out—only the magic wolf remained.

The magic wolf galloped wantonly in the vast grassland, howling madly in the wilderness.People discovered that within the invulnerable body of the magic wolf, there seemed to be something else nourished.

This kind of thing is called a tyrannical desire to survive.

The wolf should have chased the petite sheep, and should have avoided the vicious ligers.

After the plague, they lost their enemies, but they also lost their food.

Demon wolves cannot feed on grass, they can only eat meat.But where is the meat?

The demon cultivators who had figured out this problem shuddered all over their bodies, watching the demon wolves killing each other in the wasteland, eating the flesh of their companions, and pieces of meat and broken bones could be seen everywhere.

Like the most poisonous Gu insects, the demon wolves can only fight to survive.

The desire to fight raged in their bodies, and they bit abnormally, swallowing everything they could eat.

The cannibalism of companions is more terrifying than the plague. What waits for the wasteland of the demon world is the loss of life.

The wolves have been fighting like this for more than a hundred years, and finally the winner is decided.

It was a dark day, the sky was full of wind, sand and gravel, the dust was mixed with blood, and withered grass was overgrown.

The last lone wolf in the wilderness of the Demon Realm, standing on the mountain cliff, echoed its sharp roar on the empty field, as if it was reading its own victory declaration, echoing loudly for three days and three days. night.

Everyone in the demon world panicked when they heard the news. The lone wolf who can look down on all the things in the wilderness must have such an amazing power.

However, under the astonishment of everyone, a man dressed in red laughed and tore away the ban on the wilderness. His back was determined, and with incomparable self-confidence and aloofness, he stepped into the smoky demonic wasteland.

With that lone wolf in the Demon Realm - a duel.

Mozun stayed in the wasteland of the Demon Realm for three months.

One person, one wolf, stayed together for three months.

No one knows what happened during those three months.

People only know that three months later, the seal of the wasteland was torn apart again by a terrifyingly powerful magic power. The man in red laughed and walked out of the desolate grassland behind him.

Behind the man was a demon wolf, covered in blood, when he saw the people waiting outside, he went mad on the spot, screaming and biting, the unfortunate Moxiu was bitten off his neck, and died in Huangquan.

The situation was better. A huge gap was torn open by the fangs and sharp teeth of the demon wolf on their hands or legs. They clearly felt the surging magic power in their bodies pouring out of the gap, but they couldn't stop it. Live until the magic power dissipates, the body is empty, and it is reduced to an ordinary human being.Only then did the wound gradually stop bleeding and scab over.

It was only later that people discovered that not only did they lose the magic power they had cultivated for more than ten years, but the ugly wounds bitten by demon wolves could not disappear, leaving a vulgar imprint on them, reminding them day and night What a horrible experience.

The demon wolf went berserk as soon as it came out of the wilderness, and all the demon cultivators were killed and injured countless times under its berserk attack. The red-clothed demon who was still laughing happily just now suddenly stopped smiling, and his brows furrowed deeply. The thin lips were pursed tightly, and the hands gathered under the sleeve robe cast magic power.

Scarlet magic beams overflowed from under the sleeve robe, not bright, but enough to catch people's eyes.

The gathered wind blew the Demon Lord's clothes and danced wildly, and he shouted angrily: "Go home!"

At this moment, the bloody red light shrouded the red demon's body, and people realized that the demon's red robe was dotted with dots of dark blood.

Noticing everyone's disrespectful gazes, Mozun's eyes were ferocious, and his red pupils were full of fierce chill and murderous aura.

A group of demon cultivators hurriedly looked away, feeling resentment and disdain in their hearts, but more of them were extreme admiration, admiration for the strong.

"Return!"

The man roared in a hoarse voice, and the wolf, which was extremely threatening to everyone, suddenly stopped its attacking steps, as if being pulled by some invisible resistance, its white teeth were exposed and covered with incomplete The fuzzy blood clots and flesh lumps seemed to be in great pain. Its eyes were pale, but the pupils were so black that they seemed to occupy the entire eyeballs, protruding deeply, and the gray and black fur on its whole body was trembling. terror.

"receive!"

The wolf's sharp nails scratched the ground, and was pulled by indescribable magic power. Its body flew towards the red-clothed Demon Venerable at a high speed. Ten white scratches were scratched by the nails that were tightly digging on the ground, and the stone dust drifted away. With an extremely ear-piercing, nauseating sharp sound, the entire body of the demon wolf fell to the ground with a bang.

This amazing power...

Just now, the devil wolf who bared its fangs and claws violently and devoured people in front of everyone, now lay obediently at the feet of the red-clothed devil, whimpering softly.

This is mental oppression!

Although the demon wolf was covered in cuts and bruises, there were bloody scars in the seams of the armor that were dragged by men.

But it is still willing to surrender to Lord Mozun.

Everyone who survived swallowed deeply.

They knew that Demon Lord Feng Wujing had amazing magical powers, but even the most powerful beasts in the wilderness worshiped him!

On that day, the six worlds were shocked, and people had a new understanding of the strength of Demon Lord Feng Wujing.

On that day, Feng Wujing had a mount named "Fu Li". Its combat power was extremely astonishing and everyone feared it.

Feng Wujing tamed Fu Li, and Fu Li was only loyal to Feng Wujing.

Demon King Feng Wujing has become a legendary existence in the demon world, and his fanatical admirers spread all over the Valley of Souls in an instant. Of course, there are also countless people who don't know what to do and who want to disobey the law of heaven, put him to death, and replace him, but this is all for later. up.

Now, the mighty Lord Mozun looked at the little dog sticking out his tongue and exhaling in front of him, feeling helpless despair in his heart.

Feng Wujing walked around the back mountain path, and the Wangyou Peak was towering. Walking so slowly, he reached the sunset.

The huge sunset slowly fell on the green hills in the distance, revealing only half of the bright red light circle.

Seeing that his master stopped, Fu Li rubbed his head against Feng Wujing's trousers, and began to act coquettishly.

Feng Wujing was still holding the big basket that Yuan Yin handed him, which got in the way of his hands, and he nicknamed it "the villagers of Zhougezhuang will send a lot of things, you can't do it by hugging, you have to use the basket to carry it".

Feng Wujing looked down from the setting sun and landed on the red-capped and white-bodied crane in the distance.

The crane is combing its feathers gracefully, its long beak brushes over its wings, its long legs stand straight in its hands, it is extremely elegant.

Feng Wujing looked down at the little dirt dog at his feet, kicked the useless dim sum away, and walked towards the group of elegant and luxurious cranes in the distance.

Fu Li squatted on the ground pitifully, it felt that its owner had a new love and didn't want it anymore.

The distant crane saw the young man in red who was approaching slowly, raised his slender neck slowly, looked at him with dark pupils, and turned towards him.

The young man came closer, and the crane bowed his neck to him as a salute.

Satisfied, he fished out a freshly picked green fruit from the bamboo basket in his arms, and lured the cranes to eat it.

The crane seemed to be very curious about the taste of the green fruit, after being teased a few times, it couldn't hold it anymore, and walked around Feng Wujing to eat the green fruit.Feng Wujing simply put the green fruit on the edge of the crane's long beak, and the crane finally got what it wanted, biting it down, splashing the juice.

"Crash-"

Suddenly, the crane spreads its wings!

"Hula-Hula--"

Feng Wujing silently watched the crane's non-stop movements, his clothes were soon covered with muddy water stains.Facing Shangfeng Wujing's cold gaze, the guy opened his mouth halfway calmly, expressing his doubts and disgust for the strong taste of green fruit, then turned around and flew up the mountain.

Feng Wujing frowned tightly, and turned straight up the mountain.

Change clothes.

Just when Feng Wujing was about to follow the trail of the flying crane into the mountain gate, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

——The mountain gate, which was unblocked all the way just now, is actually coated with an extremely bright and strict protective barrier at this moment!

The author says:

I caught up with orz in the last minute;

What is forcing me to keep updating?Well, damn OCD.

I must not tolerate the incompleteness of my thirty little red flowers every month!