Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

This place is undoubtedly quite familiar to Zhao Xingyue.

Every inch of land under her feet seemed to be cheering for her arrival. The moonlight lingered gently on her body, coating her with a layer of silver-white wrapping, and her black hair shone brightly under the moonlight.

She is obviously wearing a green shirt, but she looks like a fairy under the moon.

"Release the bloodthirsty sword."

Shen Qingwei followed his words and released the bloodthirsty sword.

The bloodthirsty sword was undoubtedly very excited. The sword body, which was trembling non-stop when it was sent in, was given freedom, and even ignored the owner's side, and immediately rushed to the sky and circled before returning to the two people's sides.

It rubbed against Shen Qingwei's body in a very humane way, and then touched Zhao Xingyue carefully. Seeing that she had no objection, it pointed the direction to the two of them contentedly.

Shen Qingwei jumped onto the sword and stretched out her hand to Zhao Xingyue, "Senior."

Zhao Xingyue leaped for life, landed behind her, put his arms around her waist, took a deep breath from her neck, and said, "Let's go."

No one knows how big the Demon Realm is, not even the Demon Lord who tried to explore this place.

There are only a few effective information that Shen Qingwei can extract from the news about Demon Realm circulating outside, true and false, mixed together——

The Demon Realm is boundless, but the surrounding area of ​​the Demon Realm seems to be an ancient battlefield, and the wind is raging above it. Not to mention the Nascent Soul Stage and the Fusion Stage, monks in the Mahayana Stage will not be able to please them.

And the most important point, Yujian is not allowed to fly in the Demon Realm.

But at this time, I and Zhao Xingyue...

Shen Qingwei looked in the direction of flying forward and suppressed the doubts in her heart.

There were not a few people who fell in the forest like them. Although they had only entered the forest not long ago, some people had already encountered the strange beasts in the Demon Realm or the players who had entered the Demon Realm together and started fighting.

In this place, no matter what kind of cultivator it is, its strength will be greatly restricted. In addition to being unable to fly, its cultivation will be suppressed to a level near the foundation building stage, and many methods cannot be used. This is why every Most of the participants in this year's Battle of the Demon City were concentrated in the Nascent Soul stage. After all, no matter how high the cultivation base is, it would be ruined if they were killed by those with low cultivation bases, and the spiritual power reserves with low cultivation bases are completely different from others On a certain level, even if the combat power of the Foundation Establishment Stage is at the same time, the Nascent Soul Stage monks can grind to death many Gold Core Stages.

I don't know what method Zhao Xingyue used, the two of them flew all the way, but no one noticed their existence.

Until they settled under a mountain peak.

The palace, which was completely invisible in the distance, suddenly showed its huge figure when it got close.

The palace standing high on the top of the mountain looks like an extension of the mountain, and a crescent moon hangs high on the top of the palace, looking lonely and deserted.

"It's here."

Before dropping the flying sword, Shen Qingwei was suddenly pulled by Zhao Xingyue and hid in the woods beside her.

She searched for the sound, only to find that where the two of them were going to stay, there were two men standing there at some point.

A man holds a long knife with a stern expression, and a man dressed like a scholar is holding something in his hand, which seems to be a map.

It was the person holding the map who spoke.

"Are you sure it's here?"

The man with the long knife looked around, with a suspicious expression on his face.

"You don't have to believe me," the man dressed as a scholar chuckled, shaking the things in his hand, "Anyway, I wasted the Demon Lord's time, and I'm not the only one who can't explain it."

Annoyance flashed across the face of the man with the long knife, "I don't believe you, I just want you to think carefully, so as not to make mistakes."

These two people... look familiar.

Immediately, Zhao Xingyue remembered where he had seen the two of them.

At the same time, the voice of Shen Qingwei's reminder also rang in her ears, "Li Xuanqu, the master of Mad Saber Hall, Song Zhihui, the demon doctor with poisonous hands."

Two of the four hall masters under Mozun's seat came.

What are they going to do?

Shen Qingwei is very sure that when she came in, she remembered the faces of all the contestants in her mind. Unlike Zhao Xingyue, she always burns after reading unimportant people. If she participates in the same competition, it may affect When it came to her competitors in the follow-up plan, Shen Qingwei still did a lot of research.

In addition to some of the information provided by the Mad City Lord for free, she also collected a lot of information during the period before the start of the competition.

Therefore, these two hall masters are definitely not among the candidates for the competition.

That is to say, they are very likely to have disguised themselves as someone else and came in under the name of the contestants.

The crux of the matter is, what are they going to do?

Or another way of asking—what is the Demon Lord planning to do.

Shen Qingwei didn't know.

She didn't know, but it didn't mean Zhao Xingyue didn't know.

She closed her eyes and asked, "Do you want to kill the demon?"

Shen Qingwei looked at her, not daring to say anything: "But senior——"

Zhao Xingyue told her very clearly that he would not help her in the matter of revenge.

Shen Qingwei never thought of handing over the matter of killing enemies to others.

"Hands have reached out to my territory, what can I do if I don't cut it off."

……

Following Zhao Xingyue up the mountain from the secret passage, Shen Qingwei finally understood what it means to reach out to my territory.

"This demon realm is actually a space in a mirror. You can call this mirror the moon in the mirror or the mirror in the moon. In short, you just need to know that this space is actually the reflection of the real world outside."

"The real world I'm talking about is the God Realm."

Shen Qingwei suddenly felt that she seemed to know something extraordinary.

"It's just that the God Realm belongs to everyone, but Yue Zhongjing," Zhao Xingyue had a very light smile on his face, as if he was proud of it, but also like a disdain for taking the world into his palm, "It belongs to me."

When she turned her head, Shen Qingwei was in a trance, feeling as if she and the person in front of her were separated by thousands of feet.

But in the next moment, her hand was grabbed, and her heart also settled down.

Memories surged, and countless pictures were scrolled. Zhao Xingyue had a lot to say, but her chest heaved in pain several times, and what she finally vomited was only something related to the current matter.

"There are some things that I can't tell you right now. What I can tell you is that what the Demon Lord wants, if I'm not wrong, should be this mirror in the moon."

Shen Qingwei frowned: "But this mirror in the moon, isn't it yours?"

"It's mine," Zhao Xingyue paused, "It's not mine."

She pushed open the door in front of her, "Now it's yours."

At the end of the dark passage is a black stone door.

Following Zhao Xingyue's push, the heavy stone door slowly swung open, revealing the scene inside.

Before opening the door, Shen Qingwei didn't think about what kind of picture would be inside the door, but no matter what, she never thought it would be like this——

There are galaxies on all sides, above the head and under the feet. They are obviously stepping on the ground, but they seem to be stepping on the air. The stars seem to be within reach, but they are far away. A small mirror the size of a palm is placed not far away.

Her eyes fell on the mirror at a glance.

No matter how simple the silver mirror is, with a slender handle and an oval mirror body, it seems that you can still see the slender jade hand holding on to the handle and looking after the mirror.

"This is the moon mirror?"

Shen Qingwei couldn't believe that it was such a small mirror that carried the entire God Realm.

Although exquisite and beautiful, it does not look much different from the mirror outside.

The bloodthirsty sword in her body buzzed, and Shen Qingwei simply released it.

As soon as the bloodthirsty sword came out, it stabbed straight at Yue Zhongjing.

There was no scene where the sword pierced through the mirror, and the bloodthirsty sword passed straight through the mirror as if piercing through a phantom.

The next moment, the phantom pierced by the bloodthirsty sword suddenly disappeared, and the moon mirror that appeared out of thin air hit the hilt of the bloodthirsty sword fiercely.

Shen Qingwei: "..."

How does it feel like watching two brats fight.

She turned her head to look at Zhao Xingyue, only to see a smile on the corner of the other's lips, a smile full of nostalgia and familiarity, as if she had already gotten used to the scene in front of her.

Time waits for no one, Zhao Xingyue didn't let One Sword and One Mirror play for a long time, and then softly reprimanded: "Okay, stop making trouble, there is still business."

The bloodthirsty sword flew over and stuck to the back of Shen Qingwei's shoulder, poking out the hilt to look out, like a child picking on a parent.

Yue Zhongjing flew in front of Zhao Xingyue. After seeing its movements, he paused for a moment, seemed to be stunned, and then rushed over frantically.

A slender hand grabbed her in midair.

"Don't make trouble."

Yue Zhongjing trembled non-stop, and the bloodthirsty sword hid behind Shen Qingwei, sending her grievances and incomprehensible emotions.

Shen Qingwei had a realization in her heart.

The Bloodthirsty Sword and Yue Zhongjing should have belonged to Zhao Xingyue in the past. Now that Yue Zhongjing sees that he has become the owner of the Bloodthirsty Sword, he will definitely think that the Bloodthirsty Sword has betrayed its master. No wonder it looks so angry.

"I'm here for business, I want you to recognize Qingwei as the master."

Yue Zhongjing seemed to be unable to believe what he heard, and suddenly flew in front of Shen Qingwei. Before Shen Qingwei had time to see her own reflection in the mirror, Yue Zhongjing flew away and rushed to Zhao Xingyue again, buzzing Buzzing non-stop, as if arguing about something.

Zhao Xingyue sighed, pulled her over, and said to Yue Zhongjing, "She's Qingwei, don't you recognize her?"

This Qingwei is not that Qingwei.

Shen Qingwei suddenly realized this.

She suddenly found the reason why Zhao Xingyue treated her so well in the first place.

Because... Qingwei?

She didn't speak, her heart was at a loss, and her eyes were a little sour.

"She is the reincarnation of Qingwei, I finally found her."

There was a roar in her mind, and Shen Qingwei couldn't hear what Zhao Xingyue said anymore.