This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Feng Wujing looked at the shadow that flashed past in front of him, and a glint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

It is indeed necessary to strengthen the defense of the magic palace.

-

The Wuque Demon Respect Return Ceremony is under preparation.

The news of Feng Wujing's rebirth has been such a commotion, and everyone has already heard about it, but rebirth is a forbidden technique, and the conditions for using it are harsh and dangerous, and people can't guess why the former Demon Venerable was reborn.

However, contacting Shangfeng Wujing who died for Gu Langqing in his previous life, the human world was the first to spread the things that people in the other five worlds dared to think but did not dare to say. Compiled "The Beautiful Love Between Fairy and Demon".

These seals are boundless, of course they don't know.

He only knew that those elders from the demon world who had objections to him in the previous life would definitely seize this opportunity to jump out and trouble him.

Feng Wujing's tyrannical arrogance has long caused many people to be hostile to him, and he doesn't bother to control it. He can't finish killing left and right, and the power of the demon world must be checked and balanced by elders. It has been like this for thousands of years.

However, it is indeed a problem that Chi Cang is not dead.

Could it be that it is false to say that each Demon Lord only has a lifespan of 30 years——Feng Wujing remembered that this news was also told to him by Chi Cang.

Chi Cang lied to him?

It's about the devil world, so we have to be cautious.

This day in the Demon Realm was extremely lively, and the preparations for this grand ceremony were in full swing.

Su Feng so tidied up the bed for him, and the room remained as it was before.

Feng Wujing stepped on the obsidian ground and left the house under the dim light.

Following the winding path, Feng Wujing turned to the backyard of the Demon Palace.

The stone wall in the backyard is decorated with exaggerated and terrifying reliefs, which are trying to devour the viewers with their teeth and claws.

These reliefs look familiar, they are all monsters in the wasteland of the Demon Realm, with blue faces and fangs, as if they existed in his previous life.

In the past, the relationship between the Demon Realm and the Demon Realm has always been relatively good, and Feng Wujing also had a friendship with the Demon King... a shallow friendship purely for the purpose of governing the two realms.

The six worlds have their own junction points, the second world of monsters is close, and the wasteland is the junction of the two worlds of monsters. Therefore, the wilderness creatures are divided into two, and those fierce ones are raised and tamed by the two worlds together.

For example, Tao Wu.

On the relief, Tao Wu carved vividly, Feng Wujing looked at the fierce beast and thought deeply.

Flowers and plants grow and spread, and spikes grow on the vines, which are full of poison just by looking at them.

the other side.

Gu Langqing's old wounds have not healed, and his skill is indeed not enough for him to leave the demon world directly. Besides, the teleportation spell consumes a lot of spiritual power. In case of accidents, some spiritual power should be saved.

He escaped from Feng Wujing's face, but just walked out of the magic palace and closed his breath.

Looking up again, a demon in black was walking towards him.

Finally, this person stood in front of Gu Langqing with a blank expression.

Gu Langqing blinked, and the demon cultivator nodded obediently at him instantly.

There was no sound around, and no one noticed the strangeness here.

Gu Langqing let out a breath, this demon was a puppet he planted in the demon world back then, he did not expect that the spiritual power poured into him could last for so long.

This puppet looked no different from ordinary people, it was nourished by Gu Langqing's spiritual power, and it only obeyed Gu Langqing's orders, and his way of thinking, exercises and moves were compiled and sent in by Gu Langqing himself.

Such a puppet can be said to be invincible, but making one takes a lot of spiritual energy.

Gu Langqing made it seamlessly.

The black-clothed demon cultivator stood on the spot, Gu Langqing approached the puppet, used his divine sense, and nodded after knowing what he wanted to know, and the puppet left with a normal expression.

He thought for a while and hid his figure.

-

On the way to the backyard of the magic palace.

"Hey, tell me, why did Lord Mozun tell us to follow Lord Mozun?"

"I don't know...whether you can tell the difference, Demon Lord Youming, Demon Lord Wuque, who can understand what you say."

"Oh yes, I'll pay attention. Hey, Master Wuque is reborn, and I don't know what will happen to the Demon Realm."

"It's also the first time I've heard that two Demon Lords manage the Demon World together, but I always thought that according to Lord Wuque's temper, the two of them would fight directly. But now, it seems that the two get along pretty well?"

……

A magician stopped in his tracks: "Is that Mr. Wuque?"

The other also said dumbly: "It seems to be."

"What's up with him."

"I look like the situation is not very good, shall we go there?"

The two looked at each other and started running at the same time.

Not far away, the man in red supported his head with one hand, leaning against the wall full of reliefs, his back slightly bent, and his head was sweating profusely.

Moxiu ran close, and hurriedly said, "Master Wuque, do you need our help?"

Both of them were trembling as they spoke, who didn't know that Demon Lord Wuque was murderous, and the fear in his heart was not fake.

Feng Wujing was a little confused, he opened his sweaty eyes, but his eyes were as sharp as ever, he took a deep look at the two people in front of him, and turned his head when he didn't notice anything wrong.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Wujing had a headache.

Acupuncture-like pain in the temple.

But he just said that he was fine, and asked, what are you two doing here, ordinary magicians are not qualified to enter the magic palace.

The two people were taken aback, but they still replied tremblingly, they were just passing by.

Feng Wujing glanced suspiciously at the two in front of him, and hooked his hands to them.

He resisted the pain deep in his head, and asked calmly.

"How did I die in my previous life?"

The two magicians immediately looked at each other.

Standing beside Demon Lord Youming just now, there is also a man in white, that man looks like a person from the fairy world.

They hadn't seen any immortal cultivators before, but they felt that the aura was unusually strong, which shocked them on the spot.

He told them not to talk too much, and don't say a word of what should be said or what should not be said, but You Ming Demon Venerable respectfully said hello, and then repeated it to them.

That's the situation now.

The two demon cultivators felt cold, and prayed to Demon Lord Wuque not to ask any more questions.

Seeing that the two people kneeling on the ground in front of him did not respond, Feng Wujing raised his eyebrows and his voice was slightly hoarse and difficult due to the pain.

"say."

One of them swallowed his saliva: "Uh... my lord, we only cultivated the magic way in the last year, so I don't know about the past."

Feng Wujing narrowed his eyes.

Another person also said nervously: "Yes, my lord, we really don't know."

……

A huge force lifted a demon cultivator who was kneeling on the ground, he exclaimed, and there was a sharp tearing pain in all his limbs.

Because of the severe pain, Moxiu broke out in cold sweat, and he yelled hoarsely: "My lord, please forgive me, I really don't know!"

The other demon who was still kneeling on the ground looked at his companion, his back was wet, he was shaking, and he heard the voice of a demon in his ears.

"Who ordered you to come?"

"No, no, my lord, we just wandered here, I really don't know... I don't know what happened in the past." Moxiu trembled.

After speaking, the shadow with a strong coercion in front of him suddenly dissipated, the surrounding air pressure seemed to return to its original state, Wuque Demon Lord seemed to have never appeared, and the backyard of the Demon Palace was sunny and sunny, and everything was as usual.

Moxiu raised his head in doubt, and what came into view was the usual visible relief, which he hadn't paid much attention to before, but it would look more and more eerie, and he couldn't help but hissed in fear.

Only the painful groans of his companions hanging in the air and the whistling wind showed what had just happened.

Moxiu stood up hesitantly, and his companion kept beading the sweat on his face because of the pain, and looked at him inexplicably.

Moxiu turned around.

"Boom!"

He was pressed against the stone wall by the huge magic power!

You don't need to think about who did it. This power is too strong and too fast. Even a magic cultivator who has been practicing magic for decades has no power to parry. The spine seems to be falling apart.

His body was tightly pressed against the stone wall, and the relief behind him was rigid on his back. The sharp spikes pierced through his robe and gouged into his flesh. The blood fell "tick-tick-tick" and soon gathered on the ground. a puddle.

Moxiu looked desperately at the red-clothed devil walking towards him step by step. At this moment, the pain in his back was far less than the panic in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, the man's deep voice lingered around him, as if it could swallow him whole.

He is dead.

Mo Xiu closed his eyes in despair.

"How can ordinary magic cultivators enter this magic palace at will? You said that you have just completed one year of practice in the magic way, and you have achieved such achievements in one year, even coming and going from the magic palace freely? You are really talented."

Feng Wujing said coldly, mockingly.

"Say, who ordered you to follow me? That elder who doesn't know what to do, I'm going to kill him now."

Moxiu was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he felt the air around him suddenly burning, as if he was soaked in a stove, he barely opened his eyes to look, only to realize that Master Wuque had walked a few steps closer.

Moxiu's body temperature is high, but this can drive the temperature of the air to burn, this is the first time Moxiu has seen it.

The contest between magic cultivators can be replaced by temperature, magic power is directly linked to temperature, and the temperature coercion brought by some powerful magic cultivators is extremely terrifying.

But this burning...

In fact, Feng Wujing's situation at this time is not very good.

For some reason, he suddenly suffered from a splitting headache. He tried his best to cast the spell, and he could feel the weakness of his body more clearly.

But he couldn't show it, he didn't know how many people in this place were looking forward to his death and seeing his jokes.

Suddenly, a burst of coolness permeated the air around Moxiu, the pain in his body decreased sharply, the magic power of restraint disappeared, he fell off the ground, and his whole body was soaked.

Looking up again, his companion also fell to the ground, just as embarrassed as him.

The two magicians gasped heavily and raised their heads together.

Not far away, in the Demon Palace just now, the white-clothed immortal standing next to Youming Demon Venerable was staring at them.

Realizing that it was him who saved them, the two demon cultivators were immediately overjoyed, but they didn't dare to say anything, and carefully looked up at Demon Lord Wuque in front of them.

——I saw that Feng Wujing seemed to be exhausted, his red pupils staring at them were empty and loose, and his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was in extreme pain.

He fell down behind him, and the two demon cultivators were so frightened that they didn't know what to do and didn't move.

But just when Feng Wujing's head was about to hit the ground, suddenly there was a beam of light, and the figure in white suddenly teleported to him, firmly hugging him in his arms.

Then there was a white light that was stronger and more dazzling than before, and the two disappeared together.