This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

"Traitor, do you want to kill your master?"

The quiet voice enveloped the figure, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Wujing's five fingers tightly grasped the restless white jade wrist bone!

There was a playful killing intent in the eyes of the boy in red.

Seeing this, Gu Langqing stared calmly at his strangled wrist, and the tip of his other finger nimbly twirled the jade flute for a circle, reaching the place where the pulse of Feng Wujing's wrist was beating.

The white-clothed immortal sighed leisurely: "Yan An, you have always had a bad temper. After all these years, you still haven't changed at all."

Taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, Feng Wujing turned his wrist and grabbed the jade flute that was threatening him.The Yingrun jade flute instantly became the link between the two of them. Feng Wujing pulled the tail of the flute, exerted all his strength towards his bosom, and raised his hand to grab Gu Langqing's neat and high collar.

Half of the jade flute rested on Feng Wujing's chest, and the other half fell into Gu Langqing's palm. The young man in red was so forcefully oppressing the white-clothed master who was half a head taller than him, stretched his neck and breathed in the ear: "I It's called Feng Wujing, not your Gu Yanan."

Gu Langqing narrowed his eyes, looked down at the person, and did not break free.

"You have been hurt by the demons in the past. You are originally from the fairy world."

Still lying to him.

The conceited Mozun has always only believed in his own memory.

What's more, the lies they wove for him were full of loopholes.

"Really?" Feng Wujing sneered, his eyes fell on his slender swan neck covered under the collar, and said, "Fu Li—that is, the dog you raised, how do you explain it?"

Gu Langqing finally felt displeased with the current situation, and said softly: "Yan An, don't talk to your teacher like that. Those who taught you before, respect the teacher."

The collar was completely wrinkled, and the beautiful scenery of Gu Langqing's neck down was looming in Feng Wujing's field of vision, Feng Wujing found it interesting.

Every time he saw the body of this white-clothed master, Feng Wujing felt that the pores all over his body were clamoring to drink blood, to defile and ruthlessly trample everything clean.

The hand he was holding onto the jade flute increased his strength, while the other hand went up along the white collar, and under Gu Langqing's obedience, he tightly grabbed his delicate mandible.

Feng Wujing's voice was low and hoarse with joy, and he looked up at the person's slightly squinted eyes under the glare of the sun.

If it was a little higher - it would be great.

Thinking of this, Feng Wujing ambiguously returned to the topic just now: "Explain."

The white cranes folded their wings and stood on the bank of the water to preen their feathers.

Elegant and luxurious.

Gu Langqing's jaw was in pain from being pinched, and the five bright red fingerprints on the wrist bone just now were still hot and lingering for a long time.

He raised the corner of his lips slightly.

"Junior Brother! Let go!"

Two figures came from the other side of Wuwang Peak, and they immediately saw the movements of the two restricting each other, and hurriedly exclaimed to stop them.

Feng Wujing thought for a while, then slowly suppressed the interested smile on his face, and let go of his hands.

After such a toss, he seemed to have changed his mind again.

At this moment, Fu Li, who was neglected and abandoned by Feng Wujing, jumped three feet from the ground at this moment, and slammed into Yuan Yin's arms as swiftly and violently as the wind.

The dingy little dog, sticking out the tip of its scarlet tongue, panted in the air.

Feng Wujing looked at the scene with cold eyes, folded his arms, narrowed his pupils in a funny way, and said in a loose tone, "This seat is the Demon Lord. If any shameless person comes to provoke him, I will definitely tear him into pieces."

After saying this, he noticed Gu Langqing's eyes beside him, and said more and more wildly: "My seat, you must do what you say."

interesting.

Compared to going back to the Demon Realm, he actually found it more interesting to deal with Gu Langqing intrigues.

The wind was getting stronger, and the banners standing on the top of the peak were messed up by the manic wind, making a striking sound.

The two figures standing not far away heard his words clearly, looked at each other in surprise, and ran towards them.

Guan Zhou is tall and tall, while Yuan Yin, who is thin and thin, is out of breath just after running a few steps, which makes people doubt whether he is a cultivator or not.

Guan Zhou asked in disbelief: "Junior brother, what did you say?"

Feng Wujing waved his hand indifferently: "As you can see."

Yuan Yin's face blushed after a strenuous exercise, and said: "Little brother! What are you talking about, when you were young, you liked to play make-up games with your brother the most. How could you be a member of the devil world!"

Gu Langqing stood beside him without saying a word, Feng Wujing noticed a gaze cast on his back without meaning, and narrowed his eyes.

As for what the so-called "Second Senior Brother" said before him, Feng Wujing just wanted to refute with a "sissy".

Makeover game?Did Lord Mozun have such a pure and innocent childhood?

Guanzhou Geng said bluntly: "Junior Brother, you were born here, and a few days ago you were captured by the people of the Demon Realm to the Demon Realm. After you came back, you became seriously ill, and you don't remember us when you wake up."

Feng Wujing glanced at his sincere expression, his eyes moved.

Guan Zhou said loudly: "Ah Hua really grew up on our Wangyou Peak since she was a child! Maybe that group of evil cultivators forcibly tampered with your memory, which confused your memory. Damn it, I'll kill him The whole family!"

The corners of Feng Wujing's lips rose, and Yuan Yin said again: "That's right, don't worry, Junior Brother, Senior Brother Guan and I will definitely protect you well and won't let you be wronged again."

Broken pot, broken, made up such a lame reason?

Feng Wujing naturally didn't believe it.

Gu Langqing seemed to be about to speak.

Feng Wujing cut off the conversation before he could speak, tilted his head slightly, tapped his head lightly with his knuckles, and asked innocently: "But how do I know you're not lying to me?"

The wind blows, the clouds surge.

An arc of light blue spiritual power stretched from behind Gu Langqing, and the white-clothed immortal stretched out his hand forward, and in the palm of his hand, there was a small silver bell tied with a bright red silk thread at the end.

Feng Wujing's eyes fell to that thing, and a fire seemed to be ignited suddenly in the dark eyes.

The silver bells jingled, and the floating clouds in the sky covered the fluttering leaves, casting golden scaly shadows on Gu Langqing's plain white clothes.

It wasn't until he received the bell from Gu Langqing that Feng Wujing suddenly came back to his senses, showing a rather sinister smile, and the gleam in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Lord Mozun, who always tabooed physical contact, squeezed the silver bell in his palm at this moment, leaned towards Gu Langqing, and hugged Gu Langqing's slender waist affectionately: "I was joking just now, of course I will believe you."

Gu Langqing's back waist was brushed by the hot palm through the clothes, causing a layer of shudder, and Feng Wujing called out in a deep voice: "My master will not lie to me, will he?"

Gu Langqing felt a strong and urgent sense of oppression from Feng Wujing's body, bent his elbow sideways, and took the initiative to avoid the extremely dangerous distance between the two, his eyes brightened slightly: "Yan An, do you understand?"

"I want to go home with you."

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The heaven and earth are divided into six realms, named ghosts, demons, demons, humans, immortals, and gods.

The ancient Xunqing said: "At the beginning of human beings, nature is evil." Among the six realms, the human realm is neutral, and the general public is born of human beings, mediocre, without merit or fault.

Among the other five realms, the two realms of immortals and gods are good, and the three realms of ghosts, demons, and demons are evil.

Evil is greater than good.

At the beginning of human beings, nature is inherently evil.

At the beginning of the creation of the world, nature was inherently evil.

This is the order of heaven.

At the beginning of heaven and earth, the number of creatures in the six realms is equal.Cross-boundary practice is going against the sky, so the six realms are not interoperable.

The two camps of good and evil are born to restrain each other, and the two worlds of immortals and demons are old enemies arranged by heaven.

As a demon, if one forcibly practiced immortal arts, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, among the six realms, there are always some common basic breath-adjusting methods, which are intended to strengthen the body, and everyone can practice them.

The library pavilion of Wangyou Peak is the place where Gu Langqing taught the three disciples the magic techniques on weekdays.

I have been "practicing" like this for quite a while, and I am tired of hearing how to sink the qi into the dantian, soothe the tendons and activate the blood.Feng Wujing skipped school directly, and shuttled around the Zangshu Pavilion boringly.

The library is divided into three floors. The lower two floors are filled with books from the fairy world. Only the iron door on the top floor is closed, which he cannot break through.

Standing outside the door, Feng Wujing tentatively pressed his palm against the pig iron door. After careful perception, the young man's brows were deeply furrowed, and it took a long time for him to relax slowly. The corners of his lips raised an arc of unknown meaning.

Although it was hidden behind the deep iron gate, Feng Wujing could still detect the vague maliciousness and demonic nature that he was familiar with.

The boy stood behind the door thinking for a moment, then went downstairs as if nothing had happened.

On the left and right sides of the lower two floors are some magic spells from the fairy world, and he can only take a walk while being alone in it.

Unexpectedly, Gu Langqing did not send anyone out to look for him.

Letting him run around in the Library Pavilion so reassuringly, I'm afraid that as a demon, he is doomed not to be able to secretly learn any high-level fairy arts, right?

Even so, Feng Wujing still meaningfully bypassed the stacked anecdotes, literary classics, and magic methods of the fairy family, and went straight to the high cabinet where the secrets of the fairy family were placed.

Generally speaking, the more important the secret, the higher the release.

Feng Wujing tiptoed and picked up a booklet at random.The red skirt wiped the edge of the cabinet that had not been cleaned for a long time, and a thin layer of dust fell.

He subconsciously brushed his long black hair behind him to prevent it from getting gray.

The pages of the book rustled in his hands, the white flowers were so fast that he couldn't read the words clearly, but Feng Wujing could read ten lines at a glance, and he finished flipping through a book in less than a moment. Seeing that there was no important information, he continued to search.

Feng Wujing was not in a hurry, this was Gu Langqing's territory, he guessed that the man must know what he was doing at this moment, and since he didn't come up to stop him now, it meant that he acquiesced.

Maybe he deliberately wanted him to find something here.

It looks like a blatant calculation, but when has Feng Wujing been afraid.

Here, not only can his curiosity be satisfied, but he can also happily play with the good-looking master in white, day after day, play, and finally see-who will reveal his secrets first?

Who is the final winner.

As for what happens if you lose, that doesn't matter.

And Feng Wujing is confident, he will never lose.

The young man in red sneered, his eyes quickly scanned the unimportant books, put them back in their original positions, and pulled out the next one.

Having not found what he was looking for, Feng Wujing suddenly noticed a string of small characters on the book in his hand, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"Gu Langqing—"

He continued to read it with interest.

"Heavenly Steeds Immortal Gu Xianzun was born to be the darling of heaven. He refined Qi at the age of three, established a foundation at the age of five, formed a golden core at the age of 13, and transformed into a Nascent Soul at the age of 15. There is nothing he can't get. But he has always been merciful, with a bodhisattva heart, and he is willing to save people in distress."

"Now that the out-of-body period is over, the Immortal Venerable will be able to Mahayana in the near future, successfully overcome the tribulation, and protect the Quartet."

"Although he is not a god, he is the god of the fairy world, and he is the belief of the fairy world."

A cold chill permeated Feng Wujing's eyes, a strong displeasure welled up in his heart for no reason, and he chewed those few lines of words many times with tense muscles.

Many, many times.

Knowing the truth, Feng Wujing was not surprised. In the many fights with Gu Langqing, he was basically sure that the opponent's spell level was definitely not low.

Even high.

The supreme being in the fairy world - it is not impossible.

Perhaps Feng Wujing felt so strongly displeased by being deceived by him for a long time and being manipulated by him.

Feng Wujing threw the book in his hands angrily.

But that's more interesting, isn't it?

He is looking forward to the duel between the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Venerable.

The pages of the book crashed onto the bookcase, knocking down a thin book with a blue cover, Feng Wujing squinted his eyes, and walked forward.

Feng Wujing was not at all worried about his whereabouts being found out in the huge Library Pavilion, and he was not worried about his whereabouts being discovered—even now he began to wonder if there was anyone else on this Wangyou Peak besides Gu Langqing and those two idiot senior brothers. other living people.

He had never seen anyone else.

On the cover of the book was "Low-Level Spells in the Immortal World". Feng Wujing originally planned to stuff this useless book back, but out of the strong curiosity in Mozun's nature, he opened the pages.

What is recorded in the book are all low-level fairy arts, the basics are so basic that they can't be more basic, this is no problem.

Outside the window, birds and birds are flying together, and the breath of life is filled outside the Zangshu Pavilion, full of business.

The yellowing sunlight splashed on the writing, and splashed on the back of the hand of the boy in red flipping the book.

But he felt a biting chill.

At that moment, the icy shiver surged from the soles of Feng Wujing's feet to his scalp, the temperature on the young man's body dropped to the extreme, his heart danced in his chest, and Feng Wujing clearly felt that it accelerated under the huge shock, forcing Breathing will become disordered.

Feng Wujing clenched the page tightly with his left hand, and the poor paper was crumpled. He muttered spells in his mouth, and waved his right hand unconsciously based on intuition.

——A gorgeous red light galloped to the ground!

A dark pit was blown out on the ground, and a row of bookcases in the Library Pavilion collapsed, and the neatly stacked books fell tragically all over the ground.

Feng Wujing actually used a low-level fairy art!