Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The host's gaze fell on Mu Qingxue, his brows furrowed slightly, and he subconsciously paused.

She could clearly sense the other party's aura; he was a mid-stage Celestial God.

He's a small step below her.

But strangely, she always felt that the aura emanating from the other party was dangerous, unlike what a mid-stage Celestial God could exude.

"Who are you?"

"Mu Qingxue".

The host frowned.

She had never heard of that name before.

But the aura emanating from the other person made her instinctively uneasy.

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

The host's tone turned cold.

"This is between him and me."

"His business is my business."

Mu Qingxue's tone remained calm.

The host's face darkened completely.

Without further ado, she formed hand seals, and her divine power suddenly erupted.

The deep red robe fluttered in the air currents, and her figure expanded rapidly in mid-air, transforming in an instant into a Buddha image of joy and happiness that was tens of feet tall.

The pink body of the Dharma form radiated a dazzling light in the sky, and its bewitching face carried an eerie yet solemn aura, with countless fine runes flowing across its surface.

A hint of disdain flashed in Mu Qingxue's eyes.

She raised her right hand, palm up.

A black lotus slowly bloomed from her palm, its petals unfolding one by one, each radiating a deep blue light.

The black lotus swelled to several meters in size in a very short time, with dense runes flowing across its petals, each rune carrying an extremely strong chill.

Then she pushed the black lotus out.

The black lotus spun and flew toward the image of the Blissful Buddha in mid-air. It was so fast that before the abbot could react, the black lotus had already struck the image's chest.

The black lotus petals exploded upon impact, transforming into countless black petals, each one like a sharp blade, piercing towards the Dharma Image's body.

The abbot's image of the Blissful Buddha trembled violently under the strangulation of the black petals, the runes on its surface shattered layer by layer, and the pink light quickly dimmed.

Her figure broke free from the Dharma image and retreated backward in a disheveled state, her chest already scarred with several deep, bone-revealing wounds from the black lotus petals.

"Who exactly are you?!"

The host's voice finally carried a hint of fear.

Her blissful Buddha-like appearance was her strongest trump card, but it was as fragile as paper in front of that black lotus.

The opponent is only a mid-stage Celestial God, how could he possibly have such strength?

Mu Qingxue did not answer her.

She flashed and appeared in front of the host.

He reached out with his right hand, fingers spread, and precisely gripped the host's neck.

The host's face flushed red in that instant, his breath was cut off, and a muffled hiss came out of his throat.

The other nuns nearby were shocked by what they saw.

Several elders in the late stage of the Celestial God realm transformed into streams of light and rushed towards Mu Qingxue's direction.

They were the most senior members of Huanxi Temple, and when the abbot was subdued, they had no choice but to take action.

The elder at the head of the group wore a dark gray monk's robe, had a gaunt face, and his hands were forming a mudra. The Buddhist light around him condensed into a golden shield in front of him.

Behind her were two elders of the same rank, one holding prayer beads and the other holding a vajra, the three of them flanking her in a triangular formation.

Upon seeing this, Mu Qingxue sneered.

The aura of a god-king emanated from the depths of her dantian, spreading outwards in all directions as if it were a tangible entity.

Wherever the force passed, the air became thick and heavy, the pebbles on the ground were pressed into the soil, and the surrounding bamboo forests were all bent over by the shockwave.

The three elders who rushed over were hit head-on by that aura, and their figures suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.

The golden shield shattered inch by inch under the crushing force, the Buddhist beads exploded in his hand, and the Vajra pestle was knocked out of his grasp.

The three of them fell from mid-air at almost the same time, crashing onto the stone steps in front of the temple and tumbling several times before coming to a stop.

The elders were instantly stunned and stood frozen in place.

They struggled to get up, but their limbs were as soft as waterlogged cotton under the crushing pressure of the god-king's aura.

The remaining disciples in the temple stood far away behind the pillars of the corridors and halls, and no one dared to go forward.

Most of them were at the True God level, and even the Heavenly God level elders were defeated in one move. If they rushed in, they would only be throwing their lives away.

Several young nuns had even begun to retreat deeper into the temple.

Only then did the host realize that the woman in black robes in front of him was actually a god-king, pretending to be weak!

And judging from his aura, he's a high-level God-King!

For a moment, she felt utterly desperate.

"Lin Mo, what should we do?"

She turned her head and looked at Lin Mo in front of the temple.

Lin Mo took a step forward and stood in front of the host, looking down at the face that had once been so arrogant in front of him.

"You have a healing-type alien worm inside you, right?"

Lin Mo spoke, his tone indifferent.

The host's pupils contracted slightly.

"I need that bug."

The host's lips moved, and a series of muffled sounds came out of his throat.

Lin Mo couldn't hear what she was saying, but he didn't care.

He raised his right hand and placed his palm on the presiding monk's dantian.

His immortal power seeped into her meridians, slowly probing around her dantian.

The alien worm inside the host's body seemed to sense the external threat and struggled violently in her dantian. Its bright white body twisted violently, and the patterns on its surface flickered erratically.

As it was completely enveloped by Lin Mo's divine power, the alien insect in the presiding dantian gradually quieted down.

Finally, enveloped by Lin Mo's divine power, it was slowly drawn out of the body.

It was a pure white insect, smaller than any Lin Mo had ever seen before, about the size of a thumbnail.

However, its shape is extremely exquisite, with a translucent milky white body and internal organs that are faintly visible, as if it were carved from the finest mutton fat jade.

The surface is covered with extremely fine and dense patterns, each pattern radiating a gentle and pure light.

That light was completely different from the previous pink insects and dark purple worms. It had no evil aura or aggression, and it made people feel warm inside.

Lin Mo threw the insect directly into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

The insect melted in my mouth, without any chewiness or taste, like a drop of warm water sliding down my throat.

It descended along the esophagus and arrived at Lin Mo's dantian in a very short time.

It swallowed the golden mud ball that was originally in its dantian in one gulp.

The next moment, its body began to change.

It grew to about the size of a fist, and its body was a translucent pinkish-white. The golden and white patterns on its surface were intertwined, and the dark red bead on its head turned into a light gold, emitting a soft and warm light.

Lin Mo focused his inner energy on his dantian, sensing the presence of the new insect.

Its abilities are twofold: bewitching and healing.