This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Not only Feng Wujing, everyone present was stunned.

The red-clothed Demon Lord was a bit messy, he couldn't bear it anymore, he stepped forward and grabbed Gu Langqing's wrist: "Are you a god? Look at me and tell me what's going on."

God?Gu Langqing is a god?How is it possible, how could the gods be here.

The person in front of him looked at him quietly, but his eyes were icy and cold. Feng Wujing's Adam's apple rolled, and the heat waves radiating from his body forced the outsiders to retreat one after another.

After such a stalemate for a moment, Gu Langqing seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, his expression was bewildered, and he directly shook off Feng Wujing's hand.

Gu Langqing's wrist was still icy cold, and Feng Wujing's fingertips still had warm residual heat, he said angrily: "Gu Langqing!"

Tian Dao, who was ignored at the side, spoke up, with a raised tone, and asked Gu Langqing directly, "What did you say?"

Gu Langqing turned his head to look at Tiandao, and repeated again: "I said, I am a god."

"who are you?"

"I am Lord Yunzhong."

Tiandao was stunned for a moment, with incredible words written on his face, and said in his mouth: "What about the divine consciousness? You have violated the way of heaven, and you should be punished."

Gale hunting.

Tiandao lowered his head and saw a black wolf hanging on his lap, and the red-clothed Demon Venerable in front of him held a long whip and greeted him mercilessly.

Tiandao frowned, didn't move, took the two whips, and immediately the clothes on his chest were torn, and his pale skin was ripped apart by the blows, blooming gorgeous blood flowers.Suddenly, another whip hit his face, pulling out a long blood line from the end of the eye to the chin abruptly, the blood beads poured out from the wound one after another, soaked the clothes, and collapsed on the ground. Mottled blood.

This body is the body of an evil god.

Tiandao will not be injured, but he can feel pain, but he is enjoying this feeling very much at this moment. After all, for thousands of years, he has not felt this kind of "alive" for a long time. Tiandao is more like a walking dead .

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the pain in his body and the stimulating touch brought by the hot blood flowing from his body.

Feng Wujing looked at Tiandao's expression in shock: "Are you fucking crazy?"

Feng Wujing knew the weight of drunkenness, most people would be in pain if they were wounded with a whip, and they would cry for their father and mother in pain, which would consume five years of their cultivation.Seeing Tiandao's enjoying expression, Feng Wujing felt extremely absurd.

Bai Qi was also amazed at the scene in front of him, he quickly reacted, and directed the Xianxiu and Moxiu behind him to cast spells and attack towards the heaven.

Thus, a scene that everyone here will never forget appeared.

Tiandao endured all their attacks by himself, without changing his expression, and his eyes were full of enjoyment, until the evil god's body was beaten from head to toe and melted, turning into foam and ashes.

A figure floated in mid-air, and everyone who cast spells towards the shadow would pass through that shadow and could no longer cause any damage.

The real way of heaven is suspended in mid-air, and the tone seems a little regretful: "It's a pity, I can't feel the pain for a while longer."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, no one spoke, and everyone looked dignified. They knew that with this method, they could not hurt Tiandao. Tiandao is so powerful, how can they be Tiandao's opponents?

Feng Wujing looked at Gu Langqing, then at Tiandao, he first hugged the person in front of him tightly, and cursed: "This seat has never seen such Tiandao."

Gu Langqing obediently buried herself in Feng Wujing's arms without saying a word.

"The human world... is out of control."

The voice of this sentence is somewhat familiar, but it is not the words of the people present, but... the voice of Tiandao.

Feng Wujing realized that it was Chi Cang's voice.

Tiandao's expressionless face gradually turned into smoke, leaving only ethereal words: "It's inconvenient without a body, Gu Langqing, please lend me your body next time."

Watching the way of heaven gradually go away, the crowd began to speak sparsely, "It seems that those people sent to the human world have played a role?"

Su Fenggu approached eagerly, looked at Gu Langqing who was being held in Feng Wujing's arms, and asked hesitantly, "Are you all right?"

Gu Langqing half closed his eyes, looking weak.

Feng Wujing put the back of his hand on Gu Langqing's forehead: "How are you?"

Gu Langqing stretched out his hand to grab Feng Wujing's skirt, blue blood vessels could be seen on his snow-white skin, Feng Wujing held Gu Langqing's hand instead, and asked again.

Gu Langqing spoke with a hoarse voice: "I... call me Shizun."

Feng Wujing: "? You have come out of the illusion, Gu Langqing, please be more sober."

Gu Langqing moved her eyelashes slightly, turned her pupils to meet Shang Feng Wujing's gaze, and smiled: "Have you forgotten all the fairy arts I taught you?"

"Forget it and forget it, villain, you were really merciless when you killed me."

Feng Wujing's hands and feet froze, blood poured into his heart, his limbs were numb, and at the same time his heart was beating like it was going to burst out.

How did Gu Langqing know?

The "master" who taught him fairy arts when he was a child.

This is the memory he hides deep in his memory, the last thing he wants to mention.

Baiyi, the immortal, gave him a silver bell, and patiently taught him spells when he was excluded by everyone in the fairy world, but in the end, it was he himself who killed his best master with his own hands.

Feng Wujing has always had a strong affection for the word "shizun". At that time, Gu Langqing pretended to be his master in the illusion. Feng Wujing was actually dissatisfied when he recalled the memory - he only wanted to have a teacher. respect.

Feng Wujing first felt that it was outrageous, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, he just felt that Gu Langqing's grip on him was getting tighter and tighter, his fingers intertwined.

Gu Langqing said leisurely: "Just now, it seems that a very powerful force awakened me, that force was very close to me, and reminded me of some long-lost memories, but it has no effect on the memories of this life. "

Like a kitten, he gently scratched Feng Wujing's palm: "Don't worry, I know you are my Lord Mozun."

"But, you are indeed my apprentice."

Su Feng was stunned as he listened, Feng Wujing's expression became more and more serious.

At the beginning, it was Chi Cang who controlled his consciousness and let him kill the best teacher to him with his own hands. For that matter, he has always held a grudge, hated Chi Cang, and hated himself even more.

For decades, Master has been the best person to him.

Gu Langqing?

They're all white, and besides... they've all touched his bell.

Feng Wujing touched his Qiankun bag, and the silver bell disappeared. He panicked for a moment, thinking that he just landed at Shen Xu's place, and then he calmed down a little.

"You probably know about the past life. You were so red-eyed that you drove the entire mountain as a teacher to extinction... However, I can also see that this is not your intention." Gu Langqing raised his eyes, his eyes closed Watery, "At least it wasn't your intention to kill me, Lord Mozun."

"Your consciousness was controlled at that time. I spent a lot of spiritual energy calling your name and you didn't respond. You ran around with a whip and sang on the top of the mountain. God was talking, the devil's body temperature was high, and the trees on the mountain I was also burned to the ground by you, what a big hatred."

"If you come to kill me in the end, you won't give me any pleasure."

"However, it's thanks to you that I didn't hit hard a few times before. When my consciousness was blurred, I became a god..." Gu Langqing raised his eyebrows, and wiped away the protruding hair on Feng Wujing's forehead with the other hand. "Is it right? Thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't be so easy to become a god."

Feng Wujing's consciousness seemed to return to that night. His consciousness was chaotic, he held a whip on the mountain, recklessly told his own story, and sang loudly - he was himself wantonly, because on weekdays, no one allowed him at all. Be yourself, no one is even willing to listen to him finish a sentence.

He didn't regret killing those little guys, but Chi Cang controlled him and killed his master.

Everyone on the mountain died back then, so no one should know the details of what happened at that time.

But Gu Langqing said it out.

It was the first time that Feng Wujing heard what kind of madness he had that day from someone else's point of view. Although Gu Langqing's tone was soft and he didn't mean to blame him, he still felt that his heart was congested and his palms were sweating uncontrollably. , sticking together sweating profusely.

His forehead was no exception. Beads of sweat fell off as soon as they fell, sticking together with the white hair, making him uncomfortable.

Thinking about it carefully, Master has done countless good deeds in his previous life, so it is reasonable to be able to become a god.

All his thoughts were stopped when Gu Langqing's palms were pressed against his forehead. The temperature of those hands was as cool as jade, which just wiped away all his irritability.

He remembered that his master also had such hands.

All the trivial details that were buried in the dusty memory suddenly burst out in an instant.

Feng Wujing's eyes were red.

His head was burning hot, and he stared at Gu Langqing's face with emptiness in his eyes, as if he saw his former master: "Master...is it really you? Are you not dead?"

Gu Langqing nodded gently: "It's me. Not only did I not die, I became a god. Now, I'm back by your side."

Feng Wujing's emotions were like a flood breaking a levee, and his mind was touched. It seemed that he was no longer that domineering and unreasonable Mozun, but just a child who longed to be loved by his master.

Feng Wujing murmured: "Why? Why are you here?"

Gu Langqing said: "After I became a god, I became the Lord of the Clouds, and the Marriage Commander came to me, saying that I have not yet finished my mortal fate, and there is still a marriage thread involved, and if I don't let this matter go, I will not be considered a complete god. Those who can become gods are all the best in the six realms, and Yun Zhongjun is divided into male and female. When I became a god, I was a female. Similar to my temperament, if you ascend, you will be male, and after ascending, male and female will merge, so we are essentially the same person... Your marriage line is not connected with Gu Langqing, but Yun Zhongjun, that is, us Two people, in fact, Marriage Commander later said that I don't need to personally experience this marriage line, as long as Gu Langqing ends this relationship when he ascends, it can be considered a good relationship."

Gu Langqing blinked: "However, staying in the God Realm was too boring, and I was also shocked at that time. Why did my marriage line lead my apprentice, so I offered to erase the memory to experience this experience. Actually, now The consciousness of the two of us is merged, that is, a complete Yunzhongjun. I figured it out. The Lord Mozun came to kiss me to wake me up that day. In fact, he brought two complete pictures of "Yunzhongjun Tu". This picture looked familiar to me before, but now that I think about it, it’s so.”

After all, Gu Langqing was a little exhausted, and said that his voice became weaker and weaker in the later stage, Feng Wujing was still managing his relationship, and subconsciously hugged the person in his arms tightly.

He is Gu Langqing, he is Lord Yunzhong, his master, and...the person who leads him on the other side of his marriage line.

The marriage line is broken, but it doesn't matter, he still loves him.

Is this... love?