This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Gray Wolf's eyes were ferocious, his limbs were strong and strong, and he was staring at him in the small hut in front of him, with a green light in his eyes.

Yes, this is a small hut.

Feng Wujing raised his eyebrows, took the surrounding environment into his eyes, and then looked at Fu Li who had regained his figure in front of him. It was indeed the familiar appearance in his memory.

Therefore, Fu Li turned into a dog in the illusion, and it really was Gu Langqing's fault.

That being the case——

Feng Wujing raised his fingers, bent his knuckles, touched his cheek lightly, clicked his tongue lightly, and turned to the ancient brass mirror placed in the hut.

In the bronze mirror, a fuzzy red figure was printed, following Feng Wujing's bullying, the face of the young man was reflected in the bronze mirror.

No, it should be said that it is the youth.

Feng Wujing's complexion was flawless and handsome, squinting his eyes and looking at the mirror, his cheeks were sharp and indifferent.

His appearance has changed, he is a bit more mature than his appearance in the illusion, but he is still not his previous figure.

In the mirror, he is about 20 years old, and Feng Wujing Yuan should be... almost [-] now.

Feng Wujing stroked a few strands of hair hanging down his shoulders with little interest, only to see a few strands of whiteness mixed into his ink-dyed hair.

Are there any other bans?

Feng Wujing was inexplicably annoyed, he walked towards Fu Li, Fu Li still feared him as before, which made him very satisfied.

Fu Li used to be loyal to him, but he was also afraid of him. This was due to his natural admiration and respect for the strong.Besides, Feng Wujing asked himself, he treats Fu Li very well, their match is invincible, it is indeed a match made in heaven.

The greenness in Fu Li's eyes pierced through the air, and it was especially eye-catching in this small house. He took a cursory look around and found that all the normal daily necessities were placed, except for a side on the window sill that looked like The bronze mirror, with its shimmering light, looks unusual.

Feng Wujing strode forward, chuckled, gracefully picked up the bronze mirror, and threw it on the ground.

torn apart.

If his intuition is correct, this bronze mirror is the exit of the illusion fabricated by Gu Langqing. Feng Wujing thought that at least Wangyou Peak was real, but whoever imagined it found out that the whole world was actually a mirror. .

No wonder everyone in the devil world couldn't find him.

Maybe Gu Langqing is still in the illusion?

Who knows, since Heavenly Stem Immortal Venerable let him out, there is always a way to protect himself.

Feng Wujing waved his hand, signaling Fu Li to follow him.

The small thatched hut is also built on the top of an open mountain peak, and the distant scenery is clear and ethereal, a bit unreal.

The mountain peak is surrounded by tall trees. In the illusion, he always wanted to connect with the demon world, but now Feng Wujing suddenly changed his mind.

The Valley of Thousand Souls is dark and cramped, so there is no rush to go back for now.

He turned his head, walked a few steps, and rode Fu Li familiarly.

Fu Liyi knew it, bent his knees to accumulate strength, kicked his legs to exert strength, and rushed towards the sky.

The wind blew furiously, Feng Wujing caressed Fu Li's back, then suddenly lowered his head, and put it next to Fu Li's ear.

"This seat sees that you are very good at recognizing a thief as your father, and you are very happy tossing around in the illusion?"

Fu Li's body was trembling, and his feet were still running wildly.

"Can't you see that they are lying to you? It's good that you hug your knees and have fun."

Although Fu Li can't speak human words, he understands human nature. His master's icy words fell down word by word, dragging it like falling into an ice cellar.

After finishing speaking, Feng Wujing didn't speak anymore, and let Fu Li run aimlessly, shuttling among the clouds.

However, every time Fu Li slowed down, Feng Wujing's rear would be hit by Feng Wujing, it could only maintain the fastest speed, and asked where it was going with a whine.

Feng Wujing dragged out the ending sound, and his tone was uncompromising.

"Just run like this, don't stop, run until tomorrow morning."

Aware of Fu Li's hesitation, he added another sentence.

"This seat condescends to watch you run, why, do you have any opinions on punishment? Speak up."

The mount under him whimpered and picked up speed, Feng Wujing finally closed his eyes half-closed in satisfaction, feeling the gust of wind around him, and listening to the sound of the wind rising in his ears.

Night arrives, dawn.

Fu Li has already run many laps around the entire cultivation world.

Feng Wujing casually raised his finger to a city.

The world is still bustling with joy, the neighborhood is still bustling with people, the sound of hawking can be heard endlessly, people are busy with their own affairs, when they suddenly see the giant wolf falling from the sky and the man in red riding on it, they all scream out in shock.

A woman ran away in a hurry with a child in her arms, and all the people on the street suddenly dispersed.

Feng Wujing looked back at Fu Li who was panting with great interest, but his expression suddenly stagnated.

Fu Li's body functions are very good. After running so fast all night, although Fu Li will look extremely tired, he can recover after a while.

There would be no one around, Feng Wujing carefully looked at Fu Li's height, his figure still hadn't recovered to before, he looked a bit petite in front of the huge beast.

Feng Wujing was speechless.

After a while, he said to Fu Li with obscure eyes: "You are too eye-catching, change back."

Fu Li tilted his head, his black pupils were full of doubts.

Feng Wujing murmured and said: "Look, people have been scared away by you, now, change back to the appearance in the illusion."

Fu Li was stunned, Feng Wujing said: "Have you recovered your spells?"

With a sound of "bang", a little soil dog lay down obediently on the ground, nodded towards Feng Wujing, with beads of sweat from a night's restless sweat still on his forehead.

Feng Wujing looked at the little animal in front of him, was a little unspeakably silent for a moment, then turned and left.

As a demonic wolf, Fu Li naturally knows some basic demon world spells, attack, and defense, which can be used when fighting, and other miscellaneous ones, such as the transformation technique can facilitate Fuli's camouflage, and the healing technique can be used in emergencies...

When Feng Wujing was trapped in the illusion, he lost his magic power. When he came out yesterday, he spent a night on the Fuli back to adjust his breath. Now he can feel the magic power in his body. Make him feel better.

In the illusion, Fu Li should have been sealed with mana just like him, but how he has such a good relationship with Gu Langqing and his puppets is still unclear.

The streets and alleys were decorated with lights and festoons, and the city was built in a prosperous and harmonious way. One person and one dog walked towards the city together. When the people who had just dispersed saw this, Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and carefully returned to their original positions. Let's stop more for this little episode that just appeared because of Feng Wujing.

Food is sold on the side of the street, there are sugar figures that children love to eat, sticky and churned out into shapes; there is hot barbecue, red oil dripping on the red charcoal, the fire suddenly grows, and the meat is licked to pieces Plated with a layer of burnt yellow.

Feng Wujing looked around and finally realized something was wrong.

The city in the fantasy world constructed by Gu Langqing, the scenes were created too deliberately. He was in it at the time and didn't realize it.

When he was in the illusion, he only felt that his favorite sweet dishes were placed everywhere, and people around him would look at him from time to time, take the initiative to strike up a conversation with him, and so on, as if he was a The protagonist of the world, or the aliens of the world.

If the people in the illusion had thoughts, Feng Wujing would certainly be considered an uninvited guest in front of them.

But now like this, everyone is busy in their own way, and he is just a passerby in the city. No one pays attention to him deliberately, so this is like a real scene.

Feng Wujing's eyes dimmed, and he turned into a restaurant.

The crowd was crowded, the young man in red was sitting by the window, the servant stepped forward, Feng Wujing randomly ordered a few dishes, and then quietly waited for the dishes to be served.

There was still a storyteller on the stage, speaking in rhythmic tones.

The storyteller was dressed in a gray cloth and was over half a century old. He held a nanmu folding fan in his hand, turned it skillfully in the palm of his hand, then spread the fan out and shook it in front of his chest.

"Everyone knows that this world is divided into five realms. The ghost realm and the demon realm have long been merged into one. Now the forces of evil are only the realm of evil gods and the realm of demons, and the forces of good are only the realm of gods and the realm of immortals. It really can be regarded as evenly matched."

This group of idle and boring human beings like to listen to these anecdotes from the six realms. Restaurants and teahouses also talk non-stop. .

"But, everyone, have you ever thought about why that evil god wants to unify the two worlds? For fun? How is it possible! People, after tasting the sweetness, his appetite will grow bigger and bigger."

The storyteller spoke so eloquently that everyone in the audience was lost in thought.

Feng Wujing looked sideways, and tightly squeezed the cup in his hand, his knuckles turned white and bulged due to excessive force.

"You say—" the storyteller paused, "This lord evil god, will his ultimate goal be to unify the six realms?"

After saying this, the crowd suddenly fell into commotion, and everyone started arguing. At this moment, Mr. Storyteller raised the table to be eye-catching, and "slapped" it down!

"Hey, after all, this has nothing to do with us ordinary people. As long as we can live, whoever we live with is not right! For us, just listen to these things, and their immortals will help us mess up. No hurry, no hurry."

The storyteller paused: "Then I'll continue. Listen up, everyone! Lord Xie Shen has a sinister temperament, and everyone has heard the story of the beast slaughtering the city. In comparison, I still think that Lord Mozun is better." Be nice."

As everyone in the audience listened, the whispers became louder and louder, almost covering the storyteller's eloquence. Feng Wujing frowned slightly, and struggled to gather his consciousness to capture the words in the storyteller's mouth.

"My lord Xie Shen chose the Demon Realm and the Ghost Realm for a reason. Everyone speculates that this may be because the Demon Realm is stronger than the Three Realms. Now Lord Mozun is in charge of the Demon Realm, which can be regarded as balancing the power of the Six Realms. Guess what , if Lord Heretic God really wants to unify the six realms, which one will be the next target? The God Realm is unattainable, and His Excellency will only choose between the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm."

Feng Wujing's eyebrows and eyes were like frost, and he drank the sake in the cup in one gulp.

He wasn't worried about a battle between the Demon Realm and the Evil God Realm, but was thinking.

He himself is the devil, and he was trapped in the illusion by Gu Langqing for more than a month, why would the storyteller say——

"Now Lord Mozun sits in the Demon Realm"?

The author says:

Thanks to the little cutie who fed me the nutrient solution! !

"Night Rain Dreaming of Xiaoxiang", dear! !