White Moonlight Rescue System [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Langjun was dressed in Tsing Yi, held a paper fan, and looked at them playfully, and several young men and women beside him also laughed together.

"No, if I lose to my opponent, then I will have to take a detour in embarrassment from now on."

The woman who spoke was petite and sweet-looking, but the words that came out of her mouth were really mean, which did not match her image at all.

Xuan Jing was extremely angry, and just about to speak back, he felt his shoulders sink.

"No." Xuan Hao held his body firmly, shook his head and said.

Seeing Xuan Hao's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't take the words to heart at all, Xuan Jing calmed down a little, but still couldn't help saying: "Brother, do you just let them go like this?"

Xuan Hao's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and after a while, he smiled slowly: "You don't have to worry about it, you just need to take care of yourself."

When Lin Ce heard these words in his arms, he knew that Xuan Hao had murderous intentions, so he couldn't help shivering.

Xuan Hao felt his strangeness, stretched out his hand to caress his head, and smiled slightly: "What are you afraid of?"

Naturally, Lin Ce couldn't answer him, so he could only stare back at him with a pair of round eyes, trying to look innocent and innocent.

Xuan Hao seemed to be a little surprised by his appearance, stretched out his fingers and scratched his chin lightly, Lin Ce felt a little comfortable being scratched, and hummed softly in his throat.

"The door is open!" Suddenly a loud cry broke the silence.

Everyone's complexion changed drastically, and they saw the ruins door in mid-air slowly opened, and the inside was filled with white light, which pierced people's eyes so hard that they could hardly keep their eyes open.

Seeing this scene, someone had already entered with Yujian first, and disappeared into the white light.

Seeing that someone has already entered it, the rest of them can't wait to sacrifice their spiritual weapons and drive into it in twos and threes.

When Xuan Hao saw this, he put Lin Ce into the space pouch. Lin Ce felt his eyes go dark, and then he felt a sense of weightlessness.He must have done it on purpose.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Xuan Hao to let him out, looking at the sleepy hairball in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he seemed to be in a very good mood.

Lin Ce slowed down for a while before he looked around energetically. At this moment, the surroundings were completely silent, only him and Xuan Hao were left, and the rest were gone.

The ground on their feet is a kind of palpitating black. Looking around, the dense blood-red vines are trembling slightly, as if they are afraid of something.

Xuan Hao picked him up and hugged him in his arms, and walked forward, only to see the blood-red vines quickly spread around, making a space for them.

Lin Ce saw countless human heads protruding from the blood-colored vines, different from men, women, and children.

He was so scared that his back shivered. After a closer look, he realized that those heads were not real heads, but just flower buds. Some of the facial features on them were clear, even the nose and eyes could be seen clearly, while others were wrinkled indistinctly. The only thing they have in common is that their expressions are terrified, their mouths are wide open, and they seem to be able to scream at any time.

But Xuan Hao turned a blind eye to these terrifying "human heads" and walked straight forward, as if everything here was not worth his stay.

Not long after they left, two thin figures appeared out of nowhere, and they seemed to be disciples of some unknown sect.

"Brother, is there really a treasure here?" The slightly shorter man looked a little uneasy.

"That's natural. Didn't you hear what Lin Langjun said?" He was hit on the head by someone called senior brother, with an expression of indignation. They overheard Lin Langjun saying that there is a treasure of spiritual grass here, That's why he rushed over to see his junior brother lose the chain at a critical moment, how could he not be angry.

The eyes of the two searched around the ground, for fear of missing something.

The blood-red vines were slowly swimming from behind like ghosts, and the two were still talking unnoticed. Suddenly, the short man felt a stabbing pain in his ankle, and before he could utter an exclamation, he was caught by the blood-red vine. Vines wrap the whole body.

The tall man turned pale with fright, turned around and was about to run back, but when he tasted the delicious vines, where the prey would escape, he scrambled forward to wrap his hands and feet around him, and then dragged him into the vine bushes.

The scalp-numbing chewing sound sounded in the silence. If anyone came here, they would definitely be shocked by the scene in front of them.

After a long time, the blood-red vine seemed to be full, and slowly swam back to its original place, returning to its normal appearance.

And in an invisible place, two flower buds quietly bloomed, and it looked like the two senior brothers, their eyes were wide open, their expressions were terrified, and they still maintained their appearance before death.

Lin Ce is naturally not worth what happened after he left. He is now worrying about the predicament in front of him.

In front of them is a huge black palace, standing quietly on the black desert. The scenery in the ruins is ever-changing. They seem to be in the center now. Many sect disciples are gathered here. It seems that the destination is surprisingly the same.

Lin Langjun and his party were also here, and when they saw Xuan Hao coming alone, they couldn't help smiling.

"Where are your two senior brothers? Why did they die so quickly? You're so ridiculous, it turns out that Han Yunzong disciples are so useless." The petite woman said meanly with sarcasm in her eyes.

"Qianqian, don't talk about other people's sad things again." One of the tall men pretended.

Xuan Hao let them talk on their own, looking straight at the palace, as if waiting for something.

The woman named Qianqian seemed to be still talking, when she suddenly heard a deafening rumbling sound, and everyone looked around, only to see a black tornado coming with a destructive momentum, and everywhere it went was devastated force.

"Run!"

"Hurry up and hide inside!"

People from other sects all ran into the palace in panic, but Xuan Hao was unmoved and stood there straight.

Lin Ce buried his face in his chest, felt his strong heartbeat, and for some reason remembered the young man with long silver hair, and they all made themselves feel at ease.

Xuan Hao's robes fluttered and fluttered in the strong wind, and there was another person who did not dodge or avoid the same self-cultivation.

Lin Langjun put his hands behind his back, and his brows were full of arrogance.

After an unknown amount of time, the violent wind finally stopped. Lin Ce carefully poked his head out of Xuan Hao's arms, staring at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise.

I saw that the palace finally revealed his true colors after the strong wind hit.

—The true temple is not above, but below the sand.

The author has something to say: the master in the temple will know that he has already lost his horse~ and foolishly pretends to be a spiritual pet in front of his apprentice, and the promised benefits will not be forgotten~ and no one really knows Who does this Lingxu belong to? I thought I made it very clear [cover face]