Rescue Little White Flower

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

"Impossible," Zhao Xingchen interrupted before Shen Qingwei finished her words. "The God Realm has disappeared for tens of thousands of years. There are things in the God Realm that remain in the world, even if there are one or two things that can repair 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 work. Unless—"

Thinking of a possibility, his breathing suddenly rose, staring 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 is a message from A Yue in the sword and the mirror in the moon."

...

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

The long-distance teleportation array, or the teleportation array that spans the world, feels uncomfortable. She seems to be put in a bucket and pushed down from the cliff, and it seems to be thrown into a storm in the sea, letting it go by a huge wave. Devastating,

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

Puff--

Shen Qingwei knelt on the ground on one knee, her complexion flushed red, although she was a divine body, but a body that had never been under such a huge pressure, she instinctively showed resistance.

Fortunately, this is what was expected——

"Ordinary people are not allowed to enter the immortal world at will. In addition to the cultivation base, the more important thing is that the pressure of the immortal world is actually very different from that of the human world. Xingyue Shenjun, it is normal not to notice this kind of pressure, but for ordinary people, even ordinary immortals, this kind of pressure is deadly." The Fujun’s voice sounded in Shen Qingwei’s ears, “If I didn’t guess. If it is wrong, the pressure on the God Realm will only be greater than that of the Immortal Realm. Although you have now achieved the position of God,...In short, if you enter the God Realm, I am afraid that the first time you will suffer is the quenching of divine power. Practice."

Powers completely different from spiritual power poured into her body in a domineering attitude.

The skin, muscles, blood, bones, and human tissues have undergone 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 sutured to grow again, and the bones were broken one by one, but bonded again.

pain.

But in a moment, the sweat on the ground converged into a pool of puddles.

pain.

Her mind was about to be blurred, and the few clarity supported her to remain vigilant.

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

"It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, the gods and demons, I am not talking about the current demons, but the demons of the year. There have been several tragic wars. The battlefield of the gods and demons is where they fought." The knowledgeable Ziwei Xianjun slowly said: "Countless gods and demon gods have fallen on the battlefield of gods and demons. Their spirits are shattered in this place, and their divine power is intertwined with magic power, and their grievances turn into a persistent wind. Even for the Protoss, this is an extremely dangerous place."

After the divine realm disappeared, not many records about the divine realm remain, even in the countless Ziwei Immortal Palace, there are not many records about the battlefield of the gods and demons. Fortunately, Zhao Xingchen used to be with Zhao Xingyue for a period of time, when he was young and ignorant. Everything is full of curiosity. The things that Zhao Xingyue told him about the battlefield of gods and demons are still vivid, "The battlefield of gods and demons may encounter danger everywhere, but it is not completely dead. I almost made a mistake. When breaking into the battlefield of the gods and demons, A sister once told me that the wind in the battlefield of the gods and demons has a certain pattern. As long as you find a shelter when the wind is blowing, there is no way out."

The surrounding area is empty, and when you look around, you can see that there is black sand, and the strong smell of rust seems to permeate the land, coming from all directions.

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

got windy.

A gentle, gentle breeze rounded Shen Qingwei’s hair, bringing up a little dust on the ground, dark 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 his hand, and he staggered to his feet.

Gang wind is coming.

She is looking for a shelter.

However, looking up, there is a flat area everywhere, where can I see any place that can provide shelter.

Even in the middle of the moon, after the power of the gods and demons, there are only a few places left. On the vast battlefield of gods and demons, these places that can provide shelter are like seas. Island.

By the way, the mirror in the middle of the month.

Shen Qingwei suddenly thought that she still has the magical tool of the Moon Mirror. Although the Moon Mirror cannot move after entering, it can at least allow her to avoid the immediate risks.

Flip 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 energy of her body into the moon mirror.

Buzzing--

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 slap-big moon mirror, as the owner fell to the ground, fell to the ground, the sky, the black wind rolling in the black earth, is getting closer and closer, and the whistling wind sends strange and ominous messages. Creeping on the sand, fragile lives are involved.

At this moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the void.

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

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

Regarding Jin Chichi, even the Protoss would smell the Gangfeng that would change her color when she saw it. She obviously didn’t take it seriously. Gangfeng’s forward army could not even pick up one of her hairs. When Sha was full of the sky, her long skirt was still pressed tightly on her body, as if she were in two different worlds from the unconscious person on the ground.

The mirror in the moon was picked up by someone, and the scene in the mirror disappeared, reflecting 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 moon mirror and fell on the person lying on the ground again.

...

When she woke up and found herself lying in the Xingyue Temple, Shen Qingwei breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the mid-month mirror can still be used.

She sat up slowly, trying to summon the Moonlight Mirror to see if the wind outside had passed, but soon she found something wrong.

The Moonlight Mirror can't be summoned anymore.

what happened?

"you're awake?"

A familiar female voice sounded, Shen Qingwei turned her head abruptly, and looked at the person who walked in from outside the hall in disbelief, "Ayue——"

She lifted the quilt on her body, no matter if she was barefoot, she staggered to Zhao Xingyue's face, and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

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

But even in her dream, she wanted to cry, just to meet Zhao Xingyue.

It is said that the day has thoughts and the night has dreams. Since Zhao Xingyue's soul was scattered by the sky thunder, she has hoped to see each other in her dream more than once, but all these are just her illusions.

"Ayue——"

Tears slipped from the woman's eye sockets, drop after drop, like a pearl with a broken thread, falling non-stop.

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

She took a step back, and her habit of disliking contact with others caused her to quickly escape the touch of a woman after she regained her consciousness.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Xingyue's indifferent eyes, for Shen Qingwei, undoubtedly poured over a bucket of ice water.

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

"Why does this lord remember you?"