This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

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

A voice came from nowhere.

Yu Yin panicked, and hastily turned to look at Feng Wujing.

Feng Wujing's gesture of Duanjiu obviously froze for a moment, his face darkened, which lowered the surrounding air pressure several degrees out of thin air.

Xiang Qian also looked at Feng Wujing, and muttered: "The predecessor... Demon Lord Wuque?"

Everyone at the bottom of the valley stared at Feng Wujing nakedly, there was silence for a while, only whispering from time to time.

Feng Wujing remained unhurried, and slowly turned the wine glass around his palm. Under the baptism of everyone's eyes, the crimson liquid in the glass fell down one by one, and he slowly put it back on the table.

It seemed that the only one affected was the avenue where Feng Wujing was located. Across a wall, the misty and ethereal voice still continued, as if he didn't know what was going on here at this moment.

"In "The Picture of King Yunzhong", Lord Yunzhong is a god that existed in the world thousands of years ago. He is the water god of Yunmengze. He will come out to the east and shine on my threshold and Fusang. Lord Yunzhong protects the people of Yunmengze. An Ning. It is rumored in the world that Lord Yunzhong is a man and a woman, and the painting in my hand is the male god, but the portrait of the goddess is still missing, which is a pity." ①

As soon as the words fell, a huge painting suddenly appeared!

Appeared above the heads of the crowd.

The sudden light caused everyone to raise their heads, and their attention was temporarily diverted from Feng Wujing.

The painting cast on the stone wall is a phantom with colorful colors. The whole body of the man is immersed in the white mist, the white collar covers the bare neck, and the hand is pointing forward.

This is no problem, but when a painting falls on the jagged rock wall like this, it seems that the picture has been forcibly distorted, revealing a hideous meaning.

Everyone in the Demon Realm didn't realize it at all, and clapped their hands and applauded.

Feng Wujing played with the wine cup, he didn't understand the trend of the matter for a moment, and waited and watched.

The shadows of the giant painting are scattered on the ground, adding a bit of brilliance to the bottom of the magic cave.

The current Mozun finished talking about the painting and paused, "Please let's have fun!"

There was no more sound.

Feng Wujing didn't know what the situation was, the unknown person hiding in the dark preempted the attack, he felt he had been tricked.

He and Yu Yin exchanged glances, Fu Li was still nestled in Yu Yin's arms, snoring softly.

Xiang Qian wasn't stupid either, he looked at Yu Yin first and then at Feng Wujing, as if he wanted to run but didn't dare to run, wanted to speak but didn't dare to.

Although it is not certain that this person is the former Mozun, everyone is a little scared when they say this.

Who didn't know that the former Demon Lord was covered in blood, Xiang Qian thought about it, broke out in a cold sweat, shut his mouth, and sat upright, for fear of getting caught in the fire.

Feng Wujing gave him a cold look: "What do you want to say?"

Although he was dressed in an ordinary way, Feng Wujing's unique temperament was too eye-catching, and Xiang Qian was overwhelmed by the coercion and felt a chill in his heart: "No, it's nothing."

The sinister breath rose instantly.

He hissed in his heart, quickly sifted out unobtrusive rhetoric, and said sullenly: "Master Mozun, have you been reborn?"

— Are you reborn?

These words were like a dull hammer, hitting Feng Wujing's sealed memory.

he died?

"Wu Que Demon Venerable is so heinous, he actually associates with Heavenly Stems Immortal Venerable, abandoning the demon world and ignoring the common people, and arrested him!"

It was that unexplained voice again!

Feng Wujing condensed his consciousness, but he couldn't find the owner of the voice. Every time he looked for it, he was blocked by the spell on that person.

After hearing the words, some of the crowd hesitated, some held the attitude of watching a play, but they didn't dare to go forward, besides... that day Wuque Mozun died, they all witnessed it with their own eyes, and suddenly heard the name again. No. They still can't believe it.

Feng Wujing's face was gloomy, and under Yu Yin's concerned gaze, he lazily stood up.

He used mana to remove the black clothes on his body, no longer covering his hair and face, and the young man's handsome and sharp face appeared, his hair was completely white, and his pupils were red, just like before.

Yu Yin hesitated to speak, looked at Feng Wujing's hand gesture, and sat back down again.

Everyone watched, their bodies trembling unconsciously.

With such a gorgeous and prominent makeup, other than Feng Wujing...

On the other side, Feng Wujing was enjoying everyone's gaze, holding the huge painting on his forehead, his palm suddenly lit up, and the bright red brilliance appeared immediately.

Everyone recognized it, mad drunk!

Wuque Mozun, Mo Wu of the previous Mozun, was drunk.

It was as if a hanging heart suddenly fell to the ground, everyone didn't know the reason of the matter, they could only guess wildly, and they didn't dare to say much, the fear of Feng Wujing had already been rooted in their hearts.

Standing in the center of everyone's field of vision, Feng Wujing smiled, a happy smile, his whole head of white hair was shaking randomly.

He spread his hands apart and made a pressing gesture. Everyone's eyes followed his folded hands, and their breathing stopped involuntarily.

Feng Wujing strode forward, walked to a relatively spacious place, and stood still.

He leaned back slightly, and everyone in the Demon Realm kept their sitting postures. Just like this, he pointed with the tip of his chin and looked down condescendingly, but he didn't dare to have any objections.

The shadow left by Wuque Mozun in their hearts is too heavy.

The banquet swept away the lively atmosphere just now, and there was no sound.

As if finally realizing what happened, the ethereal voice sounded again.

"I'm sorry, I know about it. Please help me. Senior Wuque, please come and see me. By the way, don't hurt senior."

Feng Wujing snorted coldly, what he said was high-sounding, and it sounded so good.

The man had a playful face, folded his hands, and showed a row of white and cold teeth with a half-smile.

"I'm just standing here, I want to kill me, just come, I want to catch me, go forward and lead the way, I'll follow you - I really want to see who this current Demon Lord is."

The author says:

① Tun will come out to the east, and shine on my threshold and Fusang.

——"Nine Songs" Qu Yuan;

These two days I have been so busy preparing for CET [-] and [-]...Today and tomorrow will be shorter, and I will return to [-] words after the test on Saturday!