This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

In fact, it doesn't look like that from a distance.

However, at the bottom of the grotesque cave, the blood-red light and shadow cast a shadow on his cheeks, and the blurred silhouette was indistinct. The first name that popped up in Feng Wujing's heart was Gu Langqing.

It's like an instinctive reaction in my heart.

The man waved his folding fan, met Feng Wujing's gaze, and walked towards him at a leisurely pace.

The muscles of Feng Wujing's forearm were tense, ready to call out the drunkenness at any time, and fight against it.

The man walked a foot away from him, stopped steadily, closed his fans "shua", and still spoke politely.

Feng Wujing clicked his tongue.

"Usurper?"

The man looked at him and shook his head: "Senior, follow me first, and I will explain everything to you."

The surroundings are well-connected, and passers-by may pass by at any time, Feng Wujing thought for a while, looked at the so-called "current Demon Lord" carefully, barely acquiesced, and walked towards the location of the Demon Palace.

On the other side, Moxiu, who was ignored halfway through his speech, was stunned. He was also arrested to make up for it. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, he quietly slipped away from the opposite direction.

The Devil's Palace was still in the same place as before, Feng Wujing stepped across the threshold familiarly, and met a painting hanging on the wall.

It was the "Picture of the King in the Clouds" that appeared above everyone's heads just now.

Having seen it once just now, Feng Wujing didn't have any interest in staring at another boring painting, turned a corner and walked away.

"My name is Su Fenggu." The new Mozun strode up and introduced himself.

But obviously, Feng Wujing didn't really want to respond to him.

Su Fenggu didn't mind, as if he had expected the result, his expression was very calm: "I really never thought that I would be here today and meet my senior in this way."

Feng Wujing pressed his thumb joint, and sneered: "Meeting—didn't you arrange it?"

Su Feng was silent for a long time, with a serious expression on his face: "No."

Facing that face, Feng Wujing didn't really want to continue the stalemate, so he simply kept silent.

In the depths of the demon palace, the demon king's throne is shining brightly, piled up with golden gemstones, the same shape as before.

Next to the throne, there are a few evergreen green bamboos, nourished by the flesh and blood of the demon cultivator who has made mistakes and punished for many years, and grows vigorously.

Without hesitation, Feng Wujing approached directly and sat on his exclusive throne.

Elegantly folded his legs, put his elbows on his head, and let his white hair pour down.

He looked at Su Fenggu indifferently: "Do you have an opinion?"

I thought there would be an intense battle, but Su Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he opened his mouth and said bluntly: "Senior, if you want to sit here, you can naturally sit."

Feng Wujing's pupils showed a sense of inquiry, but in the end he just said indifferently: "Explain."

Two short words are worth as much as a thousand pieces of gold.

Su Fenggu, who was standing there, stepped forward, lowered his eyebrows, and said seriously: "What I'm saying now may be a little unbelievable."

Feng Wujing raised his eyebrows and yawned lazily: "Yes."

Even so, the crimson light hidden by Feng Wujing's palm was still faintly visible, Kuangzui could show up at any time, killing him with one blow.

Su Feng said: "Senior Wuque... Do you still remember Senior Wanren? Demon Lord Wanren, Chi Cang."

The red light in Feng Wujing's palm suddenly lit up, and he turned his hand to cover the red light, showing a rare surprise on his face.

"Isn't he dead?"

Su Feng resolutely said: "No."

Feng Wujing rationalized his thoughts, looked at his respectful attitude, and logically regarded Su Fenggu as his subordinate, while still remaining vigilant, beckoned him to continue.

Su Feng said, "My spells were taught to me by him."

Feng Wujing paused and lowered his eyes.

Wanren Demon Lord Chi Cang was the previous Demon Lord before Feng Wujing.

It was also this person who discovered Feng Wujing's demonic physique, taught him spells, and gradually sent him to the position of Demon Lord.

Even so, when mentioning this person now, Feng Wujing felt inexplicably bored, and didn't have the mood he should have when thinking of his mentor.

Even that day, when he thought of the immortal master who was killed by him, something else was faintly stirring in his heart.

By the way, how did he come from the fairy world to the devil world?

With dark tides in Feng Wujing's eyes, he decided to solve each problem one by one.

He looked at people from under his eyelids with drooping eyelids, which was gruesome for no reason.

Feng Wujing clearly remembered that Chi Cang had told him that the lifespan of each Demon Lord was only 30 years, and his tenure was only 30 years.

But most of the time, it is impossible for a demon to become a demon from birth. He needs to wait to be discovered, cultivated, and learn spells before he can officially become a demon. Therefore, the tenure of each demon is often less than 30 years .

Feng Wujing remembered that Chi Cang's life would end on the day he succeeded the Demon Lord.

He ascended the throne of Demon Lord, and Chi Cang was buried deep in the earth.

He laughed maniacally, this is the brilliance that only belongs to him.

But now, Su Fenggu told him that Chi Cang was not dead.

This annoyed him a little.

It also reminded him of what the ignorant devil named Xiang Qian said at the banquet just now.

——Lord Mozun, have you been reborn?

He also died and lived again?

Feng Wujing decided to skip this topic first: "Chi Cang died more than 20 years ago."

Su Fenggu heard this, but his rebuttal was still submissive, with a look of surprise on his face: "Impossible, he appeared in front of me three years ago and taught me spells."

Feng Wujing looked at him fixedly: "What year is this year?"

"Jiashen year."

In the year of Jiashen, he made his voice in the year of Bingchen, at the age of 28.

Feng Wujing asked: "How much is Gui Geng?"

Su Fenggu hesitated, but finally said: "This year, I just turned five years old."

Feng Wujing's hands shook uncontrollably.

Although the demon can indeed change his body shape according to his needs, he has never used such a spell before, so looking at the young man in front of him, Su Fenggu, he subconsciously thought that he was about the same age as himself...

Feng Wujing sat upright, his mood was really complicated.

Su Fenggu smiled at Feng Wujing: "Senior, in fact, I still have a relationship with you."

Feng Wujing raised his eyes, his crimson eyes were as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

"I was raised between one and three years old by Su Yinyi, the Marriage Star Lord of the Marriage Department."

Su Yinyi, Yuelao?

How did this get involved?

Feng Wujing thought of the man in pink who had befriended Gu Langqing on Gu Langqing's Wangyou Peak, and his heart was filled with disgust.

"Mr. Xing is the three closest people I have in this world," Su Fenggu smiled and added, "One of them."

Facing Shangfeng Wujing's gaze, Su Fenggu's voice was light and fluttering, shattering at the bottom of the empty valley.

"The other two are Senior, Gu Langqing, and Gu Xianzun."

Not knowing that he and Gu Langqing had the honor of being Su Fenggu's "closest person", Feng Wujing felt a headache when he saw the face in front of him that was slightly similar to Gu Langqing.

"Mr. Xing told me that I shouldn't have existed in the first place. My body was filled with mixed blood of immortals and demons." Su Feng did not change his expression, "I am not a person in the ordinary sense. A spiritual body nourished by blood essence."

Hearing the word "essence and blood", Feng Wujing felt that something was wrong, and the sense of ominousness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"What spirit body?"

"Half devil and half fairy, half of demon physique and half of fairy physique." Su Fenggu patiently explained his doubts.

Feng Wujing thought it was absurd, but he still endured it and asked this question that made his heart skip a beat.

"Whose blood essence?"

Su Feng raised his eyes, and his tone was natural: "I just said, Gu Xianzun's, and senior's."

Feng Wujing was at a loss for words for a while.

This time, he carefully observed Su Fenggu's face again, discarding the similarities with Gu Langqing, and he actually... really saw a bit of himself in the face.

Essence and blood?Who took his blood?Gu Langqing?

He heard that day that essence and blood can connect marriage lines, which is already very inconsistent with the rules of heaven, not to mention using the essence and blood of two people to nourish a living spirit body.

The red-clothed Demon Lord was shocked by the direction of the matter, and his expression was not very good.

Su Fenggu still kept talking: "My life experience was told by Marriage Xingjun, and he complained that Gu Xianzun made such a mess and asked him to help clean it up, it's so annoying."

Then, Su Fenggu turned three years old. Because of his special constitution and fast cultivation, he already had enough self-protection ability at this time. Su Yinyi put Su Fenggu in the human world and let him roam Walk for exercise.

Su Fenggu met Chi Cang in the human world.

Chi Cang took a fancy to his special physique and found it interesting. What surprises would the mixture of fairy spirits and demon spirits bring him?

Sure enough, such a spirit body is extremely rare, and the talent is even better, but after a few months, the foundation was established, and Chi Cang was overjoyed, and taught Su Fenggu all the top magic spells, although he was still not proficient in using spells. , but at such a young age, being able to use such a powerful spell is enough to convince everyone in the devil world.

Since Feng Wujing is not around and the position of Mozun is vacant, there is no doubt that Su Feng is the most suitable candidate for Mozun.

What's more, due to following Su Yinyi in the past few years, Su Feng has a gentle and gentle temperament. Compared with the moody Wuque Demon Lord Feng Wujing, they are much safer, and naturally they support this new Demon Lord.

……

After Feng Wujing listened to the words, his eyes were deeply closed, and the fingers pressing on the seat exerted force, almost tearing the throne apart.

With the sudden rage, Feng Wujing's body overflowed with faint but fierce red light, his eyes were so red that they could drip blood, he let out a low growl, cast a spell with his right hand, stood up suddenly, and rushed forward!

Su Feng was so defenseless, he was directly buckled against the wall, his neck was tightly grasped by the man in red in front of him, his blue-veined trachea exploded under the extreme hypoxia, he panted heavily, but was shocked by the man in red's coercion Stopping, the internal organs seemed to be mixed together, the severe pain of tearing hit the whole body, the fragile neck was about to be twisted, and the pain of suffocation overflowed the cranial cavity, making it impossible to think.

No matter how special his physique is, he is a genius, it is impossible for Su Fenggu to beat Feng Wujing, who is more than 20 years older than him.

Feng Wujing clenched his five fingers tightly, as if he was playing with an incompetent ant, watching his painful struggle, a strong and distorted pleasure of venting his anger surged in his heart.

Suddenly, with a "squeak", the gate of the corridor of the Demon Palace was opened.

The red-clothed Demon Venerable looked back on guard.

He saw Gu Langqing.