This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Feng Wujing walked out of the city, the hustle and bustle mixed with the smell of fireworks in the world, and he left everything behind.

The country trails were narrow and cramped, and the boy in red was walking north, not wanting to delay a single cent.

The green trees are lush and lush, and the trunks are vigorous, intimately blocking the overwhelming heat wave.

The two giant trees were intertwined, covering the road, Feng Wujing looked at it for a while, then turned sideways and squeezed into it.

Kankan walked through the big tree, a red thread in Feng Wujing's pocket was precariously poking out half of his head.

"Jingle Bell……"

Ye Yongling rang crisply, Feng Wujing stuffed it in his pocket all the time, and then shook it before it rang out.

He hooked the red thread and pulled the bell out of his pocket. The bell swayed in the air, making a pleasant sound.

Feng Wujing suddenly remembered that this bell was given to him by Gu Langqing.

Since it's worthless, it's better to destroy it.

Covering the silver bell with five fingers, Ye Yong was held in the palm, and the sound fell silent, Feng Wujing closed his eyes deeply, wanting to destroy the thing in his palm.

Suddenly, a burst of sudden memories swept into Feng Wujing's sea of ​​consciousness, his elbows trembled, his five fingers suddenly stretched, and Ye Yong fell to the ground.

"Jingle Bell……"

The white mist was scattered in the forest, floating in the middle of the tree trunks, and the young man's forehead was completely empty. He raised his head, blinked innocently, and looked at the man in white who looked like a fairy in front of him.

The man in white smiled slightly, bent down, and touched his head: "From now on, you will call me Master."

A cold silver bell fell into Feng Wujing's palm, he clenched his hands and nodded solemnly.

This is his master.

Ye Yong was a meeting gift from his master.

As soon as the picture turned, there were mountains and rivers under the dome, and Qionglou Yuyu was full of disciples in plain white shirts. They moved in unison and danced with swords in their hands.

The man in white clothes stood in front of the stage, and the young Feng Wujing stood beside the man, practicing diligently day after day, the man bent down and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, all he said was encouragement discourse.

Suddenly, the translucent and exquisite white-walled pavilion was instantly dyed blood red!

The young man Feng Wujing disappeared, and the man in white slowly stood up straight, raised his head, and looked solemnly.

In the middle of the sky, Feng Wujing took off his white clothes and put on a red robe, his black hair disappeared, replaced by long snow-white hair.

He laughed and leaned back, his loose white hair trembling uncontrollably in the wind like countless poisonous snakes.

In the end, the smile stopped, and Feng Wujing suddenly opened his eyes—the crimson pupils symbolized that the young man in front of him had become possessed.

Thus began a great war.

In the end, Feng Wujing washed the mountain with blood, and fought with the man in white. In the end, he transformed a sharp long sword, inserted it into the man's heart, and nailed his "master" to the ground.

That's right, he has a master.

Feng Wujing managed to stand still, and stared at the small bell lying quietly on the ground with some absent-minded eyes.

This time the memory was obviously much clearer, perhaps it was because he wanted to smash the silver bell that caused the sudden memory of the past.

In my memory, the man in white has a clear face, handsome eyebrows, tough and good-looking.

She doesn't have the same taste as Gu Langqing's beauty.

According to memory, Feng Wujing was once a disciple of a sect in the fairy world, and later became a demon, killing his master and destroying his sect.

The tip of his tongue brushed the corners of his lips, it really seemed like something a Demon Lord could do.

The flood of memories made his body a little uncomfortable. He leaned against the thick tree behind him and stroked the memory in his heart again. After his shortness of breath subsided, he squatted down and picked up the fallen things Ye Yongling.

How did Ye Yongling fall into Gu Langqing's hands that night?

Feng Wujing thought for a while, hoping that the bell could continue to awaken some past memories for him, and finally put the bell back in his pocket.

The red line crossed Feng Wujing's palm, his palm felt numb, and suddenly he had an idea.

Gu Langqing, isn't he pretending to be his master?After all, they were all dressed in white.

Gu Langqing must know about his past, to get Ye Yongling, and...

Feng Wujing recalled again in his memory, Gu Langqing was hanging on his ankle, the ringing bell, the silhouette of the figure swayed and penetrated into it.

This memory can't be faked. Gu Langqing knows him so well, and he deliberately pretends to be someone he knows so well. What does Gu Langqing want to do?

Feng Wujing walked and thought, walked through the whirling forest, and walked into the next city.

It was still a bustling city, it was late in the evening, the sun was setting, and everyone was returning home with their hoes, Feng Wujing was against the crowd, very out of place.

The streets and alleys are filled with the smoke and fire of food, and the lingering smell of crab noodle dumplings wafts away.

"Hey, I want a basket of buns."

"Okay, two pennies!"

Feng Wujing lowered his eyes, his face was cold: "I have no money."

The proprietress yelled: "No money? If you don't have money, you can exchange it with other things."

Feng Wujing closed his eyelids: "Wait a minute, let me ask you something first, do you know which direction the Demon Realm is in?"

The proprietress was puzzled, and raised her finger to the north: "It should be over there."

"Okay." Feng Wujing nodded, "I'll give you something later."

The proprietress didn't believe it: "Wait a minute? You didn't come here to cheat for food and drink, did you?"

Feng Wujing clicked his tongue lightly, folded his hands coldly, and looked at the woman in front of him with an unkind expression.

"How are you going?"

"Wait for me to see..." The proprietress glanced around Feng Wujing's whole body, and said with disgust, "Is there anything valuable on you, what do you give me? You are here to cheat food and drink, return my buns!"

"Noisy, get out."

The proprietress was still carefully searching for valuable items, but she seemed to have failed, she smacked her lips: "Hey, I can't do it, I can also be a good person, lend me the dog in your basket, and use it with my little one. If you breed a native dog, I will let you eat this meal."

Feng Wujing raised his head, his dark pupils flickered with a creepy light.

"Will you give—"

Feng Wujing took Fu Li out of the basket by the back of his neck, and waved his hands to show his attitude.

The devil actually asks for money when he eats?

"Hooligans! It's on credit! You don't give money for cheating food and drinking, come and judge!"

The proprietress who sold the buns yelled loudly, Feng Wujing stood up irritably, rubbed the center of his brows, and opened his lips word by word.

"Shut up for me."

This direction is quite familiar. In the last city just now, the man also asked him for a dog first, then yelled to attract others' attention, and then he was directly knocked to the ground.

It's a pity that Lord Mozun doesn't hit women.

Feng Wujing's finger pressing on the table was filled with spiritual power, which seeped down along the crack of the table, and with the "click" sound of the wood breaking, the entire wooden table broke from it.

The woman took a deep breath: "Come here! It's unreasonable, murder and set fire!"

Soon, a group of people raised up around, and the group of idle people watched this scene and whispered.

"Is he the one who made a fuss in the teahouse this morning?"

"It's him, it's him! This man is so hostile, it's such a misfortune to suffer from him, let's go, let's stay away from him."

"What did he say in the morning? He's a Demon Lord. No wonder he's so powerful. We won't be able to defeat him. We'll be crushed directly. I don't care about this excitement. Let's go."

"..."

All the subtle sounds around fell on Feng Wujing's ears, he felt a sense of disobedience in his heart, but he couldn't say it out.

Although Mozun is moody, he rarely kills innocent people indiscriminately, unless his bottom line is touched or he has done something unforgivable.

He snorted coldly, threw Fu Li back into the basket, turned and left.

The woman still cursed unwillingly: "You have the guts to wait for me! Don't go!"

Feng Wujing stood obediently and turned his back to the woman: "I'll wait, what do you want?"

The woman was choked for a while, and then said after a while: "I, when my son comes back, I want you to look good!"

Feng Wujing snorted and didn't want to tangle with this mad dog any longer.

"Mom, I'm back."

Feng Wujing suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What happened to our shop? Why are there so many people around?"

"Someone is here to mess things up!"

"Who?"

Following the direction of the woman's finger, the young man was dressed in red.

Feng Wujing stared at that person fixedly, his fingers intertwined, caressing each other dangerously.

interesting.

He looked at the familiar young man in front of him—it was clear that he had just said goodbye to the teahouse in the last city, how could he cross a jungle and meet again in this city?He is still, the boss wife's son?

Feng Wujing recalled the words spoken by the crowd, and suddenly understood one thing.

He was still in that city just now.

Exiting from the north of the city wall and entering from the south, he did not leave the city.

Like a bottomless pit, Gu Langqing still wanted to trap him.

Feng Wujing laughed angrily.

The young man and the proprietress exchanged their experiences, cast hostile eyes on Feng Wujing, and even the poor Fu Li was implicated.

The two scolded more and more fiercely, and it became more and more ugly, which made Feng Wujing feel depressed.

He leisurely put down the bamboo basket behind him, which was given to him by Yuan Yin.

Yuan Yin is Gu Langqing's puppet, so Gu Langqing gave him this too.

Feng Wujing rubbed the surface of the bamboo basket, he thought it was dirty.

Fu Li has been very weak since he went up the mountain. Originally, he carried this basket on his back just for the convenience of towing Fu Li.

But now, thinking that Gu Langqing still wanted to trap him, facing the boundless insults from the two humans in front of him, finally pushed the displeasure in Master Mozun's heart to the peak.

He threw Fu Li out of the bamboo basket, and patted the edge of the bamboo basket with his palm.

The color like blood immediately filled the bamboo basket full of immortal energy. There is no balance between good and evil, and the two forces stalemate for a long time. Broken all over the place.

At the same time, the wind and sand flying all over the sky suddenly came, and the city that was extremely lively just now suddenly became eerily quiet.

Feng Wujing raised his head suspiciously.

——The proprietress and the young man who were arguing passionately with him just now are gone, the city is surprisingly quiet, with dead branches sweeping across the ground, the sky is full of dust, and the city that should be noisy, seems to have lost its soul at this moment, lifeless, Not a trace of smoke.

The city suddenly became an empty city.