This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Valley of Souls.

The Valley of Thousand Souls is located in the Demon Realm, and the Demon Lord lives in a dark valley, without light or candles, the more depressed it goes down.

Feng Wujing used to like this kind of depression very much.

The traffic between the six realms is artificially demarcated, and several blindfolds are applied to prevent ignorant people from entering.

For example, right now, on the east coast of the cold human world, one can enter the magic lair by tearing a gap.

Feng Wujing moved directly and decisively, he hooked his hand behind him, and Yu Yin followed in.

After many years, Yu Yin finally stepped into the demon world again.

After Feng Wujing's death, it's not that he didn't come back to look for it, but if he didn't find it, he really didn't expect that a dead person can be resurrected.Seeing Feng Wujing now, he was indeed pleasantly surprised.

Compared to now, the memory of being in the devil world is not good for him, but if he did not have the protection of the adults, he would have died a long time ago, and it is impossible to know Shen Xu and enjoy such a life in the past few years...

Although a little reconciled, he has no complaints.

Perhaps, it's all fate.

Yu Yin stared closely at the crimson back that he was all too familiar with, and walked towards the bottomless bottomless Valley of Myriad Souls.

Looking back a few years later, Yu Yin was indeed dragged into this road of no return at the beginning of this meeting, gone forever.

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The Demon Lord's residence was built at the bottom of the valley, while the rest of the buildings were mostly located on the steep cliff all the way down. There is a faint red light on the window lattice, which further sets off the depth and fear of the Valley of Thousand Souls.

The repair here has not changed, but there is something different about it.

Feng Wujing was always sensitive to light, and immediately realized that the Valley of Thousand Souls was brighter than before.

This made him feel very uncomfortable, like a wild dog that came out of nowhere and took over his house inexplicably, and made the inside and outside of the house completely unrecognizable, and he can't lose his temper, he can only admit it, after all, the rules of heaven put it there.

At this moment, Feng Wujing didn't realize at all that he had come out of nowhere like a thorn in the hearts of the demon cultivators.

Demon cultivators can't resist, also because of the rules of heaven.

God the fucking shit.

Feng Wujing felt relieved from cursing in his heart, and lightly quickened his pace.

Fall from the sky?At worst, I will fight with him later to see how crazy the so-called new Demon Lord is.

Of course this fight didn't work out.

Feng Wujing went down to the bottom of the valley, only to find that the magic palace that was supposed to be in the dark, was now brightly lit, and the red lanterns were hung neatly, adding a bit of eerieness to the dark space.

Moxiu was coming and going, Feng Wujing subconsciously hid his figure, looked at Fu Li who had changed so that no one could recognize him, and changed his attire again.

No one else would dare to wear this red outfit except him, Feng Wujing. People in the devil world would definitely recognize him at a glance, but Feng Wujing didn't want to be recognized right now.

If you want him to come forward, you can only wait for a while, he is aboveboard, facing everyone's eyes, walking up step by step, shocking the audience.

Hiding in the dark space, Feng Wujing changed himself into an ordinary black suit, which was exactly what ordinary Moxiu wore.

After watching the whole process, Yu Yin couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Although the adult changed his clothes, he did not change his clothes, and his temperament remained unchanged. When he appeared on the stage, he was the audience's attention. He controlled the field elegantly and strangely, attracting everyone's attention.

too strong.

But something seems wrong.

Yu Yin lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "My lord, your concealment and transformation skills are more powerful than before, and you didn't use them like this before."

Feng Wujing reacted, the hand that was casting the spell froze.

Yu Yin was keenly aware that something was wrong, thought that he had said something wrong again, and hurriedly interrupted: "My lord, your hair has turned gray a lot, and you have grown a lot taller, and the color of your pupils is also right, you were deliberately concealing it in the human world just now. Identity?"

It wasn't until Feng Wujing took a serious look at him that the wine that Yu Yin had just drank suddenly turned into thin sweat and splashed on his back, sticky, and he didn't dare to breathe out.

Feng Wujing quickly recovered from his frozen movements, and finished casting the spell as if nothing had happened.

He hadn't used his magic power for a long time, and what he just blurted out was the low-level fairy art that he had just mastered not long ago.

Feng Wujing turned away, but fortunately Yu Yin didn't know about immortal arts.

He paid attention to his hair color. After leaving the illusion, he was indeed gradually moving closer to his former appearance, and there was a tendency for him to recover faster the closer he was to the magic mirror.

Feng Wujing rubbed his hair that was almost completely white, and thought about it again, it was too easy to reveal his identity, so he used magic to turn it into an ordinary black.

Yu Yin on the side was negotiating with the demon cultivator passing by, trying to figure out what kind of feast the demon world was having.

"You don't know?" Yu Yinsheng acted like a little white rabbit, and the passing Moxiu looked pleasing to the eye, so naturally he was a little more patient, "Master Mozun found some rare and rare plants from the human world. , celebrate, have fun."

Yu Yin was stunned when he heard the words: "Huh?"

"Why do you look like you have seen a ghost?" The Moxiu was amused, "Master Mozun likes to dance and write, enjoy flowers and birds, and he also has a lot of banquets, celebrating the newly arrived flowers, birds, insects and fish from time to time. Everyone was also happy and said that it was quite different from before.”

Yu Yin blinked, he really didn't know.

Over the years, apart from knowing that a Demon Lord has been re-established in the Demon Realm, he has seldom caused any trouble, and has been avoiding it in the Human Realm.This meeting suddenly learned of the unique taste of the new Mozun, and he didn't get over it all at once.

Even Yu Yin, who had nothing to do with himself, reacted like this, let alone Feng Wujing, who stood by and listened silently.

Yu Yin thanked him silently, and then he heard that passer-by demon cultivator reveal his name and address, and told him to go to him if he had nothing to do.

It's really... the folk customs are simple.

After saying goodbye to that passer-by Moxiu named Xiang Qian, Yu Yin turned her head and met Feng Wujing's unspeakable gaze as expected.

He could only cautiously suggest: "My lord, shall we go and have a look?"

Feng Wujing nodded, arrogant and disdainful.

Walking along the new path, the red lights illuminate the cliffs resplendently, adapting to the strangeness at the beginning, this is the real excitement.Looking at this situation, Feng Wujing's mood was a little complicated, more of annoyance.

He was hidden in the crowd, and the cold air on his body still attracted many people's attention, but when he turned his head to look, he looked like an ordinary person, and everyone quickly looked away.

The obsidian stone table is glowing under the candlelight, and the shadows cast are fluttering. On the table are rare and exotic fruits that fill mana, as well as fine wines.

The demon cultivators raised their hands to raise their glasses, cheered, and drank the wine.

Is this the conspiracy of the evil god?

Feng Wujing finally brought out the storyteller's absurd speculation. If the evil god realm wants to unify the six realms, and it happens to choose his demon realm as the next lamb to be slaughtered, then this new demon king who descended from the sky...should They are people from the Evil God Realm.

Then in the devil world, do not do business properly, boil the frogs in warm water, slowly bring down the strength of the devil world, and then let the evil god come out to catch them all?

It's so fucking nonsense, where did the evil god find a character who can directly ascend to the throne of the demon king without his hands?

Feng Wujing's two eyebrows were about to get tangled together, and his expression was solemn.

But after thinking about it, this speculation is actually the most reasonable.

Is the power of the evil god realm really so powerful?How could God allow such a thing to happen.

At this time, the feast of the devil world began.

For a while, the singing and dancing was peaceful, and the lewd dance music resounded through the valley, the demon cultivators around were seated one after another, and the woman in the navel-exposing dress twisted her waist and swayed her head.

Everyone toasted and clinked cups, punched for fun, and if there was a dispute between talking and laughing, they would immediately pull down their talented smiles and fight with each other. The scene was chaotic for a while.

Yu Yin was pressed to the seat by a pair of hands stretched out from behind and sat down.

A jug of wine was poured into the wine cup in front of him, and there was another clear clink of glasses. Before he could react, the person in front of him drank the wine in the glass and showed it halfway.

It was Xiang Qian who I met on the road just now.

Yu Yin understood his hint, so he had no choice but to raise his glass with difficulty and drank.

Feng Wujing stood alone, and several female cultivators ran over carrying wine cups, but he pushed them away and sat next to Yu Yin.

Feng Wujing had never seen such a mess in the Valley of Thousand Souls.

He had never seen that these demon cultivators could laugh so happily.

In the Valley of Thousand Souls, I have always respected him, and I can only be watched by others and smile. Occasionally, when he is happy, he will reward others with a smile. If others cannot smile to his satisfaction, he will make that person cry. Forget it.

Such a spectacle, Feng Wujing's eyes darkened.

After watching Yu Yin drinking with others, he didn't feel complacent, glanced hastily at that demon cultivator, and spoke.

"Isn't it a banquet? When will he show up?"

Xiang Qian didn't realize that Feng Wujing was talking to him, he was stunned, "Who?"

Yu Yinyihui: "Oh, oh, this... This fellow Taoist just wanted to ask, when will Lord Mozun show his face?"

When he struggled to say the words "Master Mozun", Yu Yin almost bit his own tongue, he felt his back was being cut to pieces by Feng Wujing's cold eyes.

Xiang Qian nodded and smiled mysteriously, "You will find out later."

Feng Wujing was about to sit down impatiently, finally waiting for the person he wanted to see.

But they sat too far back, and the Long Street Banquet took a few turns. Unfortunately, the real body of the new Demon Lord was on another path, and only the voice lingered at the bottom of the valley, reverberating and trembling.

Feng Wujing couldn't see anyone, he could only hear annoying voices, which sounded artificial after Feng Wujing thought about it.

"First of all, I would like to sincerely thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to this banquet. The table is filled with fine wines and precious fruits that I have found from all over the six worlds. The quality is not high, but to all of you Your practice will definitely be beneficial, you don’t need to be polite, just enjoy it to your heart’s content.”

Feng Wujing unconsciously turned his wrist, and tapped his knuckles on the table, tapping rhythmically.

He thought, after this hypocrite finishes speaking, he will stand up, reveal his identity, and fight again.

"My seat recently gathered with the elders of Wuwangmen, and was fortunate to receive a gift from Wuwangmen's treasure - "The Picture of the King in the Clouds".

An ethereal and ethereal voice vibrated in the canyon, and everyone present cheered and had obvious expectations.

The veins on the back of Feng Wujing's hands were exposed, and his thin lips were drawn into a line.

When the "Picture of the King in the Cloud" is displayed, he will stand up.

The cheers from all around continued, and the lanterns were shaken by the strong wind that passed through the hall while pushing the cups and changing the lamps.

"Wait a minute, everyone, the painting is spreading—"

Everyone involuntarily held their breath.

A cry came from behind Feng Wujing.

"Oh my god, look! The former Demon Lord... the former Demon Lord Feng Wujing, he is not dead, he is here!"