This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

The whole city was suddenly emptied. In the evening, the faintly burning lanterns hanging on the door plaque of the shop rattled, the wind and rain were approaching, and the sky was like ink.

The hot and bright firewood was blown up by the wind, Feng Wujing distracted himself, turned around, and looked at Wangyou Peak not far away, which was shrouded in red clouds.

The strange light and shadow divide the mountain and the mountain scenery into two halves, like two different worlds, showing all ignorance and confusion.

Without hesitation, Feng Wujing stepped into the bustling street and returned to Wangyou Peak.

Fu Li didn't understand what happened, he followed behind the boy in red and climbed up the mountain shaking his head.

As soon as he stepped on the first step, the oncoming hurricane scratched Feng Wujing's cheeks and made his skin ache. He took a difficult step and set up a protection spell for himself.

It's raining.

Raindrops knocked down the cobblestone road, but what he saw just now in the city wall was full of red clouds, Feng Wujing blocked the wind, sand and gravel with his sleeve, heaved a big breath, and had a bad guess in his mind.

The light on the mountain was very weak, and it was almost pitch black. Feng Wujing liked the dark environment quite a bit thanks to the good eyesight he had trained in the Valley of Thousand Souls.

He suspected that the mountain was fake.

Not only Guanzhou and Yuanyin, but also the entire Wangyou Peak, the cities around Wangyou Peak, and even Zhouge Village that I visited last time are all fake.

With this thought in mind, the more Feng Wujing thought about it, the more unspeakable terror rose in his heart.

If it wasn't for Gu Langqing's sudden injury, maybe how long he would be kept secret.

After all... this illusion is too real.

Not to mention much, at least the city below the mountain must be an illusion, and that bamboo basket is the medium of Gu Langqing's mana, so Yuan Yin specifically asked him to bring that bamboo basket.In other words, only when bamboo baskets are everywhere can Gu Langqing's puppets be effective.

People in the city under the mountain have their own wills. There is a spell that can recreate people's thoughts into the puppet body. The puppet has both the thoughts of the master and the thoughts of the caster. Like some orthodox spells, it consumes a lot of mana. Feng Wujing really didn't expect that the heavenly gods in the fairy world would use such crooked spells just to imprison him.

The original meaning of Gu Langqing's injury this time should be to temporarily send Feng Wujing to Wangyou Peak, so as not to cause any clues when his mana ran amok, but Feng Wujing turned back and broke his magic barrier.

That's right, the spell enchantment also carries the mana of the spell master.

Gu Langqing was seriously injured and fainted in the practice room. It should be because his magic barrier was broken by Feng Wujing, and his mana was greatly damaged. He should have been able to heal himself safely.

Then, Gu Langqing was so cautious, why did he let Feng Wujing circle around a city? Isn't it obvious that something is wrong?Perhaps it was also because Gu Langqing's mana was damaged, and he was so seriously injured that he fainted directly. It is normal for the originally set illusion to go wrong...

Feng Wujing suddenly laughed.

Cranes hovered on the top of Wangyou Peak, he looked down at the mud and water stains on his body, he should really thank them.

No wonder, every time Feng Wujing showed that he knew he was the Demon Lord, Gu Langqing didn't panic at all.Why?Because he knew that Feng Wujing couldn't escape the cage he had set up for him, so what if he remembered?Without spells and surrounded by his puppets, Feng Wujing couldn't return to the Demon Realm.

Last time in Zhou Gezhuang, Gu Langqing's behavior was too strange. He led him into the pit step by step, making the two of them into a mess - of course, he thought he was in a mess, maybe Gu Langqing It was quite fun.

Gu Langqing did this to... fool him?Seeing that Feng Wujing was jumping anxiously in the woven illusion, and he, knowing that he would not be in danger, deliberately pushed himself into the dangerous situation, into the arms of the spider spirit, waiting for Feng Wujing to save him.

Up to now, Feng Wujing became more and more suspicious that Gu Langqing used to show his body, chest, neck, ankles intentionally or unintentionally in front of him - what was his intention.

Just want to see his reaction?

How can the Heavenly Stems and Immortals be so leisurely?Accompanying him alone, spent several months in the illusion.

Bean-sized raindrops crossed Feng Wujing's protective barrier, fell to the ground, and splashed everywhere.

Fu Li was drenched by the rain, sobbing miserably, and fell behind Feng Wujing, Feng Wujing looked back, and set a protective barrier for Fu Li as well.

Coming.

Walking all the way up the mountain, the stream rushes down the mountain, sparkling and moving, adding bright colors to the originally dark sky.

Feng Wujing crossed the creek, the splashing water was blocked by the barrier, the mud marks on his body had already dried up, but it was still uncomfortable to wear.

In the last few steps, Feng Wujing and Fu Li reached the top of the mountain together, and went straight to the courtyard house where Gu Langqing was.

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Gu Langqing woke up leisurely.

The folds of the clothes were lifted a little, the cool wind blew across the chest, the bright red tassels stood upright, and the tearing pain suddenly penetrated the body and reached the heart.

His voice was so dry and hoarse that he couldn't make a sound, his whole body was twisted and curled up on the ground, his black hair stretched behind him like seaweed, the end of his eyes were red, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

After recovering for a while, Gu Langqing swallowed the fishy saliva, barely stretched himself on the ground, and made a trick to test his magical power.

As expected, Gu Langqing's eyes were gently closed, bloodshot eyes filled his eyes, and he sat against the wall, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, so exhausted that he had no strength left.Even so, he clenched his palms tightly, cursed lowly and beat the ground hard.

The pain like a crack in the palm of his hand spread upwards, but it was far less than the pain in his chest. The flesh on the man's white chest was rolled outwards, and the white bones inside could be faintly seen, and strands of blood were still slowly oozing out. Leaves a sinuous and graceful curve on the waist.

This is the catastrophe he must go through every year.

This scar... Feng Wujing should have seen it.

As Gu Langqing thought about it, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he pinched the formula to forcibly heal his chest.

Forcibly healing wounds is going against the sky, not to mention Gu Langqing's treatment that can smooth out the chest in a short period of time without any visible scars.

This is equivalent to reshaping a pair of skin and flesh, and the pain that the body owner needs to bear is no less than bone cutting and flesh cutting.

However, Gu Langqing closed his eyes tightly just like that, his originally frail body trembled from the severe pain, his pale lips were bitten so hard that they bled, the blood in his mouth could not be distinguished from the blood gushing up from his throat Or the blood from the lip bite.

Finally, the chest was white and clean as new. Gu Langqing braced himself to mobilize his consciousness, found the location of Feng Wujing on the whole mountain, barely sat upright, and felt the remaining spiritual power flow in his body.

Waiting for Master Mozun's request to ask the teacher.

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Feng Wujing broke in through the door.

The wooden door was rattled by the gust of wind, and opened wide to send the wind and rain into the house. The wind and rain invaded the inner room like a sword, and wet the interior decoration. The light pink roses placed under the window lattice were blown by the wind and rain It shook tremblingly under the blow.

The two pieces of paper with facial features and clothing were blown by the wind and disappeared.

The young man in red strode forward, engulfed by a violent wind, full of anger.

When he walked to the training room, Feng Wujing stopped in a slow manner.

With a light tap of his fingertips, the unlocked door opened naturally inward.

With the wind and rain outside the door, Feng Wujing gently walked into the room where Gu Langqing was.

Gu Langqing raised his eyes to see the huge black shadow approaching in front of him, his heart was beating violently, the man in red walked towards him step by step, his figure elongated behind him, but the sense of oppression arrived straight without delay.

Gu Langqing pretended to calmly raise his head, pulling out a gentle smile.

With a little hoarseness, Gu Langqing called him softly.

"Yan An, you are back."

It was clear that the other party was only a young man, but Gu Langqing felt that Feng Wujing's body was extremely tall at this moment. He bent down and looked at him with a smile. The shadow was like a huge monster, enveloping him under him.

Feng Wujing carried a sharp killing intent without hesitation, and his gestures and gestures were full of twisted and extreme madness.

After saying this, Gu Langqing's jaw was pinched fiercely, and the other party forcefully forced him to raise his head.

Gu Langqing also looked back at each other without hesitation, resisting the great discomfort in his body, kicked the young man in front of him, stood up from the ground, and broke free from the extremely dangerous distance.

Feng Wujing glanced across Gu Langqing's smooth chest, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The two of them faced each other like this, and there was a certain intangible but real terrifying pressure in the air. The air seemed to be condensed, and Gu Langqing's half-covered chest heaved violently, making it hard to breathe.

Feng Wujing lowered his eyes, took off the silver-white rubber band on his wrist, and silently recited the formula in his heart. Soon, a long bow appeared in his hand.

He slowly raised his hand and raised his bow and arrow, aiming the arrow at the man in white in front of him again. Although he smiled without meaning, his voice was extremely cold.

"Gu Xianzun, what else do you want to play? I don't have time to play house with you in the illusion."

Gu Langqing seemed to be seriously injured, so bad that even if he didn't use a bow and arrow, he might be able to win with bare hands.

But Feng Wujing still aimed the arrow at Gu Langqing.

Gu Langqing at the other end laughed softly when he heard that, his amber pupils were trembling constantly, maybe it was because of pain, maybe it was because of temporary fear, maybe it was a combination of both.

He half leaned against the wall, "So you took away the teacher's arrow? If you don't say anything in advance, I will be very worried."

Feng Wujing narrowed his eyes, moved his hand with a half-smile, and moved the arrow feather in his hand, as if he was looking for the best shooting point.

Finally, the heart of the arrow was aimed at the chest, and the beating heart could be seen in the young man's eyes. The bow and arrow were full and ready to go.

A strong discomfort surged up in his heart again, and his subconscious mind was reminding him not to kill the person in front of him.

But Feng Wujing's mind was already full of anger. Since he understood the truth today, his blood was boiling and clamoring that Gu Langqing must die.

Gu Langqing must die.

Feng Wujing's eyes were cold and cruel, and they were no longer scorching hot with full of interest.

Gu Langqing figured this out, and silently faced his weapon and the dangerous young man, thinking quickly and cautiously.

Finally, he lowered his head, met the boy's obscure eyes, and called softly.

"Master Demon."

At the same time, an arrow pierced the air and flew towards Gu Langqing's chest!