This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Valley of Souls.

The palace is gloomy, behind the tall stone arches, endless waves of blood are surging, the backyard is dead silent, the golden throne has turned into bones, and thousands of pale human bones are piled up under it, stacking ten feet high.

Countless demons howled and howled, mixed in the wind, the giant bones in the abyss were dyed a glaring blood red, the blood pool was bubbling, and the white mist spread all over, covering the figure on the throne.

Hidden behind the boundless darkness, the endless waves of the blood pool stopped abruptly.The man played with the wine glass in his hand, raised his head and took a sip. The crimson liquid slid down the gap between the corners of his lips and the cup, and landed on the veins of his neck. His clothes were wide open, revealing a large area of ​​pale skin. The thin muscle lines fell, the clothes were wet, and the chest was wet.

Covered in a white mist, the man in red gulped down cup after cup, his eyes were scarlet and filled with chills.

Feng Wujing twirled the cup in his palm, cast his gaze down somewhat inexplicably, and stared sharply at the few blurred figures standing outside the white awning.

Blocking the line of sight, several people hesitated to go forward, stood tremblingly on the edge of a pile of skulls, and whispered to Lord Dao Wuque.

Surrounded by dense demonic energy, sticky and cold fresh blood clings to the skull and seeps into the depths of the bone marrow.Suddenly, a red light pierced through and dispelled the thick fog, and a hoarse voice came out from the depths of the fog: "Come in."

The women subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped on piles of terrifying human skulls to the side of the throne.

The man was lying on the skull flamboyantly, letting his white hair hang down freely, and the bones coexisted, a scene like hell.

In this dead silence, the hearts of the girls who had just let go were suddenly raised again. The bloody red light emitted by Lord Mozun was all reflected on his deep, knife-like cheeks, and reflected from the corner of his forehead into his eyes. Yingyingchaochao's pupils were in disarray, and his lower body was already hidden in the deep and endless darkness. Anyone could see that Master Wuque was in a very strange mood at this moment.

The women stood in fear, the red-clothed demon gave a low "um" and took another mouthful of liquid, then slowly turned his sharp and terrifying pupils to the place where the figure was standing.

He didn't even turn his head.

The girls didn't dare to breathe, the Mozun just sat like that, and suddenly laughed on the spot.

"come over."

There was a maniacal smile in his eyes, and he raised his chin towards them. Those women hurried forward, one walked behind Lord Mozun, rubbed his shoulders for him, and the other went to the side to get some wine. Pot, come over and fill wine for Lord Mozun.

Lord Mozun lazily stretched out the hand holding the wine cup, and the dense devilish energy gathered at his white fingertips, glowing a faintly glaring red glow.

Red wine dripping.

The liquid was red and black, Feng Wujing swirled the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The corners of the lips were still wet with red liquid, and occasionally a few drops flowed down the chin to the tip of the hair, soaking in the white hair.

The woman pouring the wine tremblingly stretched out her hand to give Mo Zun another glass.

"Oh!"

The wine glass was suddenly swung down by the man's palm, and it shattered onto piles of skulls, sending out flying ash in the air.

The woman only felt a huge force lift her collar, pulling her whole body off.In a trance, she had already met Lord Mozun's dark eyes, and heard Lord Mozun's heavy breathing.

Those eyes stared at her without any scruples, their eyes were obscure, filled with complicated emotions that she couldn't understand.

It was a frighteningly deep, fiery and complex hotness.

To be honest, she was looking forward to it.

So, the woman stretched out her hand tentatively, reaching towards the Mozun.

Suddenly, I couldn't stretch anymore.

The woman looked down in surprise, only to see that her wrist was tightly bound by the Mozun, and suddenly goose bumps all over her body.

Mozun looked at her gloomyly, and then slowly raised the corners of his lips under the latter's terrified gaze: "So did Su Feng ask you to come here?"

The woman opened her mouth, but before she could say a word, suddenly, a huge force rushed out and threw her away fiercely!

She flew a few feet away, and there was still the scorching heat from the demon king on her wrist.

The oppression of demons on demons.

The woman trembled and thought, it was so terrifying, her actions just now were really insane.

On the other side, the women who came with her were also in the same situation as hers. They were all thrown out of the mist mercilessly. Looking at it now, one can only see a smear of misty red in a daze.

A few days ago, Demon Lord Wuque returned to the Demon Realm, and drank here alone without saying a word. Demon Lord Youming was very worried, stopped all recent activities in the Demon Realm, and asked them to come and check on the situation.

Everyone knows the many affairs of Demon Lord Wuque in the past. After learning about this, their fears and expectations are mixed in their hearts, but they can't imagine... Demon Lord Wuque actually threw them out like this?

Several women looked at each other and got up from the ground. A muffled "roll" came from the white mist, which scared them away in a hurry.

Several people glanced at the throne of bones piled up in the white mist from the corner of their eyes at the same time, and there was only one thought in their minds, they were still alive, fortunately they were still alive.

Finally seeing off the crowd, Feng Wujing lowered his eyes, exhaled, and cast a spell to hand the wine jug not far away to his eyes.

One cup after another, the wine tasted so hot that it hurt.

That's all.The red-clothed Demon Venerable thought about it, and then slightly closed his eyes.

Let him be alone.

It's just that the silence didn't last long, the sound of footsteps blown by a gust of wind awakened Feng Wujing's tired nerves.

He was so tired that he didn't want to open his eyes, he listened quietly, waiting for the voice to approach, until the footsteps stopped precisely not far away, he moved his fingers and said in a hoarse voice: "No matter who you are, No matter who told you to come, now, get the hell out of here."

There was a long silence, so long that Feng Wujing almost forgot that there was a person waiting outside.

Just when he was about to go back to sleep, the man suddenly said, "My lord, it's me."

Listening to the voice, Feng Wujing slowly opened his eyes. His eyeballs rolled in their sockets for a few weeks, then he raised the corners of his lips and looked towards the source of the voice: "You come in."

Piercing through layers of fog, what the red-clothed Demon Venerable saw was a familiar figure.

He slowly looked at the young man from top to bottom, then lowered his head, "Why are you here?"

The visitor was wearing a green robe, with obvious fear on his face. He looked at Feng Wujing, his body trembling involuntarily.

But even so, he still said, "I...I'm worried about you."

Worried about him?

Feng Wujing thought it was funny, everyone in the world was afraid of him, who would really care about him?

Disdainful in his heart, he looked away and opened his pale lips: "For the sake of my former love when I saw you, I won't kill you or beat you, you go out by yourself."

Yu Yin's flushed face, which had been holding back for a long time, suddenly paused, and he quickly shook his head: "I won't go, my lord, I'll stay here with you."

Feng Wujing was very irritable in his heart, he frowned, silently recited a pretentious sentence, and looked up.

The young man's eyes are crystal clear, as deep as a pool of green pools, pure and bright.

...It seems that it is not hypocrisy.

He felt better for no reason, and looked into Yu Yin's eyes coldly.

Yu Yin stood there at a loss, and was finally stared at by Feng Wujing. He hurriedly looked away and lowered his head: "Master, what do you want, I will help you get it."

Seeing people look away, Feng Wujing stared blankly, he scoffed, didn't speak, turned around quietly, turned his back to Yu Yin, and said again: "Get out of here. "

Yu Yin paused, looking at the demon's back, trying to take a step forward: "My lord... ah!"

A violent weightlessness engulfed his whole body, and Yu Yin's butt hit the ground, excruciatingly painful.

He gasped and stood up, rubbed his butt, and heard Feng Wujing's voice: "Get out, live with your little Taoist companion, don't bother me."

After saying this, Feng Wujing closed his eyes again.

"My lord, I won't go!"

Yu Yin's voice was resolute and decisive, Feng Wujing clicked his tongue, opened his eyes again, and used his spiritual sense to look out of the smoke.

The man stepped onto the bones step by step, with an extremely cautious and fearful expression on his face, as if he was terribly afraid of these scary things.

But he was still walking up step by step, towards Feng Wujing's throne.

Seeing this, Feng Wujing hooked his fingers expressionlessly, only to hear a "bang", and Yu Yin fell to the ground again.

The Yin wind screams, and in the depths of the Valley of Thousand Souls, the bones of thousands of people are buried, covered by resentment and malice. Ordinary people will feel physically and mentally uncomfortable and weak if they stay here for a while, as if being eaten by ghosts. In this way, pure demon physique can enjoy the atmosphere of staying here.

After all, gloomy and weird, this should belong to the Demon Lord,

It was too bright up there and he didn't want to move.

Suddenly, there was a subtle sound that Feng Wujing was keenly aware of.

Fingernails dug on the surface of the bone, Yu Yin was suspended and let out a cry.

He just fell down and grabbed the bone to prevent himself from falling, but now, he still intends to move on.

The red-clothed demon became angry for no reason.

Why, no matter who it is, have to fight against him? !

It's fine for Gu Langqing to lie to him, now even a little Yu Yin dares not to obey his orders? !

Disobeying his orders several times—

The magic power in Feng Wujing's body surged violently and hit his chest violently. With a low growl, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the man in Tsing Yi who had climbed Baigu Mountain for the third time.

Mozun's eyes were covered with scarlet, and Yu Yin was so frightened that he dared not move. After a while, he hesitated and stepped forward: "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Wujing's eyes were fierce and fierce, and he stared fiercely into Yu Yin's eyes. The dark red light fell on his cheeks. Feng Wujing was dressed in red, as if he was covered in blood.

Yu Yin suppressed the fear in his heart, and said again: "You saved my life... What can I do for you?"

Having been by Feng Wujing's side for decades, Yu Yin couldn't be more clear about when to say something, when to leave, and when to approach.

After all, Feng Wujing was his savior, if Feng Wujing hadn't protected him for decades, he would have died long ago.

So, he forced himself to calm down, looked at Feng Wujing's abnormally red eyes: "My lord, I am very worried about you."

Feng Wujing took a deep breath, his chest heaved and heaved, the redness in his eyes seemed to dissipate a little.

Yu Yin tried again and said, "My lord..."

Yu Yin was ruthlessly thrown on the throne by Feng Wujing!

His back was pressed against the white bones, and he was trembling with fear.

Feng Wujing suddenly showed a playful smile, and walked towards the throne step by step.

Yu Yin watched the Mozun walking towards him, his half-open collar exposed his strong chest, as if he could feel the scorching air just lying down.

The heat wave brushed over his body, and the whispers of thousands of evil spirits below him lingered in his mind, forcing him to become unconscious.

Feng Wujing stood in front of Yu Yin, looking down at Yu Yin condescendingly.

"Since you are here, you should know what this seat will do with you."

"I...I." Yu Yin spit out words uncomfortably, feeling his whole body tingling.

"Huh? You regretted it." Feng Wujing bent down in an unclear manner, looking at Yu Yin who was clinging to the wraith.

"I……"

Feng Wujing suddenly lost his patience,

He picked up Yu Yin who was lying down, and the man's collar was messed up by him under the huge pulling force, revealing the white, tender and delicate skin inside.

He ripped his clothes and violently raised the man's jaw.

Suddenly, he saw that Yu Yin's watery eyes were filled with tears, and the tip of his nose was flushed red.

...Yes, Yu Yin has a Taoist companion.

Feng Wujing hung his hand in the air, thought for a while, cursed angrily, and cast a formula to send him out of the demon world.

he thought through gritted teeth.

Why, when he ripped off Yu Yin's clothes just now, all he could think about was Gu Langqing.