"Gao Zixuan" held the holy statue in his hand, his blood-red vertical eyes hung high in the ceiling, stepped out of the sacred house, scanned the four directions, and where his gaze passed, the pious passengers were in an uproar, they recited the teachings of the Miaomu Holy Venerable, and did the most pious prostration.

As the object of worship, "Gao Zixuan"'s cold face was not moved in the slightest, his eyes scanned back and forth at both ends of the carriage, and the blood-red vertical eyes on the top of his head also turned.

"What about people? Where can he go? ”

The expected figure did not appear, "Gao Zixuan" frowned, abandoned the chaos in his hand, and slowly moved away with the hand holding the icon, the icon floated in front of her chest, and she raised her hands slightly, about to form a magic seal to attract the power of the icon again.

At this moment, the shadow behind Gao Zixuan suddenly distorted, and a white fist, with the momentum of ten thousand pounds, without the slightest sound, hit the back of "Gao Zixuan's" head.

Li Qing's figure, as if outlined by a pencil, quickly appeared behind Gao Zixuan, his face full of determination.

In a short period of time, he has been unable to perform the golden cicada shelling technique again, and the way to the carriage of Phnom Penh and Wang Yanming is full of believers who have been affected by the Miaomu Holy Venerable, and there are chasing soldiers in the back, and there are interceptions in front, in this case, the probability of successfully escaping to the place where Jin and Wang are located is almost zero.

Besides, even if they find Phnom Penh and Wang Yanming, not to mention whether they have been affected by the statue of the Miaomu Holy Venerable Wooden Buddha, even if they are in their heyday, in the face of "Gao Zixuan", I am afraid that they will be more than lucky.

Therefore, this punch, a blow to break the concealment, is unsuccessful, and it becomes a benevolent.

"Gao Zixuan", who was selected as the temporary host, although her physical body was weak, but her spiritual acuity was still above Li Qing, who was blessed by darkness, the moment the fist appeared, she had already realized that the crisis was coming, and when she turned her head suddenly, she saw Li Qing's white fist quickly enlarged in front of her eyes.

Somehow, at this critical juncture, "Gao Zixuan" was distracted for a moment, and a trace of struggle flashed in his cold eyes, although it returned to normal in an instant, but it was too late.

It was this moment of distraction that made her, who could have avoided the blow, take this punch firmly, and because she turned her head, the fist that should have hit her in the back of the head rushed directly to her jaw.

This punch, Li Qing used all his strength, he was in the divine house, with the double blessing of darkness and darkness, it was already the strongest blow he could play now.

The blow on the jawbone came from his fist, and the figure of "Gao Zixuan" flew out upside down like a spinning top, slamming on the opposite car door.

At the moment of flying out, "Gao Zixuan" grabbed the statue of the Miaomu Holy Venerable Wooden Buddha in the air.

"Gao Zixuan" seemed to be beaten and struggled to get up, but in this case, her five fingers still clasped the statue in her hand and refused to let go.

Her body is just a temporary selection of the residual consciousness of the Miaomu Shengzun in the statue, although her spirit has been greatly enhanced by the residual consciousness of the Shengzun, it is a kind of spiritual essence of the transformation, if Li Qing's current spiritual power is compared to iron, then the spiritual power of the ancient gods is diamond, and the two are not at the same level at all, and it is precisely because of this that "Gao Zixuan" can easily recognize Li Qing's body.

But corresponding to the strong spirit, it is the body of "Gao Zixuan" that has hardly been strengthened, firstly, it is only the recovery of residual consciousness, and it has not gathered too much strength, and secondly, because in the residual consciousness of this ancient god, he never thought that he would be fisted, so naturally there is no need to waste his strength on strengthening the body of the host.

Seeing that "Gao Zixuan" was still struggling, Li Qing would not be afraid of any gods or gods, so he rushed forward in two or three steps, and punched and kicked "Gao Zixuan" at all, which would not give her the opportunity to regather her consciousness and use all kinds of strange methods.

"Gao Zixuan"'s eyes were dyed with a thick color of resentment, and a pair of eyes stared at Li Qing deadly, as if he wanted to poke two holes in his body with his eyes, but what came out of his mouth was a tone that Li Qing had never heard before.

This is your life-and-death struggle, and he is not allowed to have the slightest pity for the jade, Li Qing snorted coldly, stomped on the wrist of "Gao Zixuan", and after a miserable scream, the holy statue suddenly came out of his hand and rolled to the side.

This Buddha statue carved from wood is the key to everything.

The vertical eyes of the icon's eyebrows slowly opened, but no more red rays shot out, the fluctuations of essentia dissipated, and the icon returned to calm, like an ordinary wooden sculpture, lying quietly on the ground.

The passengers at the two ends of the carriage, still on their knees, their heads touching the ground, raised their heads again and again, straightened up, and sat back in their seats as if nothing had happened.

The icon took off her hand, and Gao Zixuan, who was still humming quietly, immediately stopped moving, Li Qing looked at her complicatedly, knowing that if it weren't for her self-conscious struggle and her own internal and external cooperation, it would be important to say whether that punch would be effective or not.

Whether it was because of the repeated mention of this conductor lady in the translation, or because of her meritorious contribution to defeating the Saint Venerable's disability, or even because of her own personal charm, Li Qing had no reason to see her die and not save her.

The conductor is in a very bad state now, and after picking up the icon, Li Qing picked up Gao Zixuan, returned to the divine house, and kicked the door with his foot.

As the power of the icon dissipated, the original futon in the sacred house was also gone, leaving only the large red futon in the middle, which was lonely in front of the empty altar.

Li Qing put Gao Zixuan flat on the ground, first reached out to probe her snort, and saw that she was still breathing, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The reason why Gao Zixuan is unconscious now is half because of the punch in his jaw, and the other half is because of the chaos in the spiritual world, the power of the holy icon has dissipated, and the residual consciousness of the Holy Venerable has completely dissipated between heaven and earth, but in Gao Zixuan's spirit, there is still a residual power of the Miaomu Holy Venerable.

Li Qing is the first time to see the power of the ancient gods, although the level of this power is high, but in the final analysis, the essence is still essentia, the so-called power brought by the advent of residual consciousness, in essence, is also carried out through the fusion of spirit and essentia.

Right now, although the remnants of the Miaomu Saint Venerable have dissipated, those essentia have been fused with Gao Zixuan's spirit, and they will not all die out with the dissipation of the remnants of that ancient god, and if Gao Zixuan wants to regain consciousness, she must strip these remnants of the essence of the gods from her spirit.

This matter is similar to the treatment of Wu Yuqian's "madness" at the beginning, but the difference is that it is only Zheng Yongwen's essentia that pollutes Wu Yuqian, and it can never be compared with the divine essentia that infected Gao Zixuan, and with Gao Zixuan's current state, his spirit is so fragile that he really can't withstand any wind and waves, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, even if he is cured, he will inevitably become a stupid person.

Although he knew that this was a trial realm, subconsciously, Li Qing still didn't want Gao Zixuan to end up with such a tragic ending.

After thinking for a while, when Li Qing's eyes touched the holy statue on the side, an idea gradually sprouted in his heart.

This icon has carried the consciousness of the Miaomu Holy Venerable, and perhaps, this holy image can be used as a medium to separate the essence of the gods from Gao Zixuan's spiritual world.

After the residual consciousness dissipates, the essentia remaining in Gao Zixuan's spirit is like a headless fly, with a little guidance, it will naturally move closer to this "close thing", since this statue can carry the remnants of the gods, it is naturally not a problem to carry some of the essence of the gods.

I can do it when I think of it, and Gao Zixuan's current state can't be delayed, Li Qing took the big red futon, used it as a pillow, put it under Gao Zixuan's head, and put the holy icon next to her head.

Thinking back to Song Qiu's teachings and taking a deep breath, Li Qingxian crossed his essentia to the icon, and with the input of essentia, a layer of misty gray mist gradually floated on the icon.

As a pioneer, Li Qing gave a name to the essentia corresponding to the "assassin" sequence: Void Essentia.

In the outside world, that is, in the real world, the Void Source Essence presents a faint silver color, while in the Trial Realm, the Void Source Essence is gray, and the Weapon Source Essence corresponding to the Gunner sequence is a color system, but it does not have a metallic feeling, but it gives people an ethereal and difficult to find feeling, which is why Li Qing named it the word "Void", as the name of the sixth essentia in this heaven and earth.

Seeing that layer of gray mist, Li Qing's mind calmed down for a moment, and carefully guided the Void Essence, using the holy image as a medium to strip out the Divine Essence in Gao Zixuan's spirit like a magnet.

It's a slow process, and it's slow, not fast.

After about half an hour, fine sweat began to ooze from Li Qing's forehead, which was a precise manipulation of essentia, as if he was performing an operation with extremely high precision requirements, he raised his hand and wiped it on his forehead, instead of relaxing, he became more and more cautious.

Gradually, the black-red flocculent substance was precipitated from Gao Zixuan's body, these flocculent substances were as thin as hair, as if consciously, and they were wound around the body of the holy icon.

In his ears, the whispers and murmurs sounded again, and in the close contact between the Void Source and the Divine Essence, Li Qing inevitably had an alternative dialogue with the ancient god with the nickname Miaomu.

His spirit is like a lonely boat in the sea, allowing the babbling and whispering of the tide to slap in all directions, but he can always keep a ray of clarity.

When the icon was completely occupied by the black-red flocculent substance, a heartfelt smile couldn't help but float on Li Qing's face.

Strip away the essence of the gods, and you're done.

Li Qing snatched back a human life from the hands of the ancient gods.