Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

"I don't know where she is, and I don't know how to find her, but I know that if I want to restore her soul, there is only one place to find the way."

"Impossible," before Shen Qingwei finished speaking, Zhao Xingchen interrupted her, "The God Realm has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, and even if there are one or two things that can restore the soul, and Not to mention whether we can get it, we may not be able to use it if we get it, and it will be effective. Unless—”

Thinking of a possibility, his breath suddenly became short of breath, and he stared at Shen Qingwei and asked, "The temple, what's in the temple?"

"There is nothing in the temple," Shen Qingwei's words made Zhao Xingchen take a breath, "but there are messages left by Ah Yue in the Moon-chasing Sword and the Moon Mirror."

……

After a violent jolt, Shen Qingwei finally felt down-to-earth.

The long-distance teleportation array, or the teleportation array that crosses the world, feels uncomfortable. She seems to be put into a bucket and pushed down from the cliff, or thrown into a storm in the sea, letting the huge waves devastated,

The strong smell of blood and heavy pressure hit her almost at the same time as her toes stepped on the ground.

puff-

Shen Qingwei knelt on the ground with one knee, her face flushed. Although she was a divine body, her body, which had never been subjected to such a huge pressure, instinctively showed resistance.

Fortunately, this is what was expected——

"Ordinary people are not allowed to enter the fairy world at will. In addition to cultivation, what's more important is that the pressure in the fairy world is actually very different from that in the human world. The higher the pressure is, the greater the pressure is. One of you is Ziwei Xianjun, and the other is Lord Xingyue, it's normal not to notice this kind of pressure, but for ordinary people, even ordinary immortals, this kind of pressure is enough to be fatal." Fujun's voice rang in Shen Qingwei's ear, "If I didn't guess If you are wrong, the pressure in the God Realm will only be greater than that in the Immortal Realm. Although you have achieved the position of God, but... In short, if you enter the God Realm, I am afraid that the first thing you will suffer is the quenching of divine power Refining."

Power completely different from spiritual power poured into her body in a domineering manner.

The skin, muscles, blood, bones, and tissues of the human body undergo earth-shaking changes under the washing of these new forces.

Shen Qingwei only felt that the blood in her whole body seemed to boil in an instant, the muscles were torn apart inch by inch, and then stitched up again, and the bones were broken piece by piece, but bonded together again.

pain.

After a while, the sweat on the ground gathered into a pool of puddles.

pain.

Her consciousness was about to blur, but the few lucidity supported her to maintain vigilance.

Shen Qingwei still hasn't forgotten where she was teleported from - the battlefield of gods and demons.

"It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, the gods and the demons, I am not talking about the current demons, but the demon gods back then. Several tragic wars broke out. The battlefield of gods and demons is where they fought." The knowledgeable Ziwei Xianjun slowly said the ancient records in Ziwei Immortal Palace: "Countless gods and demon gods fell on the battlefield of gods and demons. Their souls were broken in this place. Divine power and magic power intertwined. Even for the protoss, this is an extremely dangerous place."

After the disappearance of the God Realm, there are not many records about the God Realm, even in the Ziwei Immortal Palace, which has countless books, there are not many records about the battlefield of gods and demons. Everything is full of curiosity. What Zhao Xingyue told him about the battlefield of gods and demons back then is still vivid. Into the battlefield of gods and demons, my sister once told me that the wind in the battlefield of gods and demons has certain rules, as long as you find a shelter when the wind blows, it is not impossible to survive."

The surrounding area was empty, and as far as the eye could see, there was black sand and soil, and the strong rust smell seemed to permeate the land, coming from all directions.

It is said that every inch of land on the battlefield of gods and demons was once stained with the blood of gods or demons.

got windy.

A light, gentle breeze passed around Shen Qingwei's hair, bringing up a little dust on the ground, black eyes that looked a little gloomy because of the severe pain, after staring at the rolled up dust for a while, the dust on the ground A blood-red long sword suddenly appeared in the man's hand, and he staggered to his feet.

The wind is coming.

She is looking for a shelter.

However, looking up, there is a flat area everywhere, and there is no place that can provide shelter.

Even in the mirror in the moon, after being swept away by the power of the gods and demons, there are only a few places that can be left. On the vast battlefield of gods and demons, these places that can provide shelter are like seas. isolated island.

By the way, Moon Mirror.

Shen Qingwei suddenly thought that she still had the artifact of the Moon Mirror. Although the Moon Mirror could not move after entering, it could at least allow her to avoid the immediate danger.

With a flip of her hand, the unpretentious moon mirror appeared in her palm.

The pain made it difficult for Shen Qingwei to concentrate. At a critical juncture, she restrained the trembling of her palms and injected the new divine power in her body into the Moon Mirror.

buzz-

The moon mirror made a strange hum, and at the same time, the reflection of the gods appeared in the moon mirror.

Shen Qingwei breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and then fell to the ground.

However, after she lost consciousness, she did not enter the moon mirror as she imagined.

The palm-sized moon mirror fell to the ground as its owner fell to the ground. On the horizon, the wind that rolled the black soil was getting closer and closer. The whistling wind sent strange and ominous messages. Creeping on the sand, fragile life involved.

At this time, a figure suddenly came out from the void.

She glanced at the surrounding environment, and then her eyes fell on Shen Qingwei who was lying on the ground.

Or to be more precise, it was on the moon mirror she was holding in her hand.

She obviously didn't pay attention to Gang Feng, who was so close that even the protoss would turn pale when they saw it. Gang Feng's vanguard couldn't even lift a strand of her hair, When the sand was all over the sky, her long skirt was still pressed tightly against her body, as if she was in two different worlds from the unconscious person on the ground.

The moon mirror was picked up by someone, and the scene in the mirror disappeared, revealing a beautiful face.

The corners of the lips of the person in the mirror curled up when she saw her own image, and her gaze moved away from the mirror in the moon, and landed on the person lying on the ground again.

……

When she woke up and found herself lying in the Xingyue Temple, Shen Qingwei was relieved.

Fortunately, the moon mirror can still be used.

She sat up slowly, trying to summon the mirror in the moon to see if the gale outside had passed, but soon, she discovered something was wrong.

The moon mirror can't be summoned.

what happened?

"you're awake?"

A familiar female voice sounded, Shen Qingwei turned her head suddenly, and looked at the person who walked in from outside the palace door in disbelief, "Ah Yue—"

She lifted the quilt off her body, and ran to Zhao Xingyue staggeringly, regardless of her bare feet, and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

She felt that she must be dreaming, otherwise how could she dream of Ah Yue.

But even in her dream, she wanted to shed tears just for meeting Zhao Xingyue.

It is said that there are thoughts in the day and dreams in the night. Ever since Zhao Xingyue lost her soul under the thunderstorm, she had hoped to see him in her dreams more than once, but all these were just her illusions.

"Ah Yue—"

Tears slid down from the woman's eyes, one drop after another, like pearls with a broken string, falling non-stop.

Zhao Xingyue was only stunned for a moment, and the other party's hand had already touched her cheek.

She took a step back, the habit of not liking contact with others made her quickly avoid the woman's touch after recovering.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Xingyue's indifferent eyes, to Shen Qingwei, were undoubtedly like a bucket of ice water pouring over her head.

It took her a while to find her voice, "Ah Yue, you...you don't remember me?"

"Why should I remember you?"