Zhao Zihan gasped and covered his mouth with both hands, looking incredulous.

She originally thought that Li Qing asked everyone to pray to use the power of the idol to resist the calamity, but she didn't expect that he would do something to the idol first.

"Tiny mortal, you're looking for death!"

The existence hidden in the idol seemed to be stunned by this sudden blow, and after the knife pierced the heart of the idol, the angry roar came a little late, and the five-colored light flowed around the idol, accompanied by a tsunami-like roar, and the hall was full of light to wash away the darkness in the temple, opening up a bright and colorful realm.

Dao cracks climbed up the face of the idol, and half of the dirt covering the face had been peeled off, and five-colored brilliance erupted from the peeling place, making Li Qingyao in front of the idol unable to open his eyes.

The statue erupted with a huge repulsive force, the dust piled up on the altar was blown around, and the figure of the person sitting cross-legged and praying flew out upside down, hitting the walls around the small temple, and the fog accumulated at the door seemed to be punched by someone, and it scattered in all directions, shattering into a flocculent fog stream, mixed with the blood and water that flew up, and in the temple, there were countless blood mist flying in an instant.

In the midst of the chaos, there is one thing and one person, rooted like a pine, immovable.

The offering table, the candlestick, the little blue flame seemed to exist in another space, and it didn't shake even a minute when the wind blew around it.

Li Qing stepped like a bow, his feet stepped on two small pits on the stone platform, two lines of blood and tears poured out of his eyes, and two dazzling blood stains flowed out of his face, and the fierce wind passed through both sides of his body, disturbing the hem of his clothes to swing, but he himself did not move at all.

From the moment he stepped into the temple, Li Qing had a thought for this statue, and he had learned the lesson on the Shangqing, so he would not make the same mistake again, and give these ancient gods a chance to awaken through the way of the statue.

'Gods are nothing but powerful transcendents. ’

No matter how powerful these ancient gods were in the ancient Xia period, if they want to interfere with the real world now, they must use some kind of medium that exists in the world to make their power manifest in the real world.

Piercing into the arm of the idol, the cyan veins bulged one by one, as strong as a dragon, and the boiling void source was rushing in Li Qing's body, with a loud shout, the five fingers of the palm inserted into the idol's heart contracted inward together, and a cold feeling came down the belly of his fingers, he held the coldness firmly in the palm of his hand, clenched it tightly, and then pulled out his palm violently.

As the palm of the hand was withdrawn, a fist-sized hole immediately appeared in the heart of the idol, and in this hole, a tubular object the thickness of a little thumb and shaped like a blood vessel could be seen.

"How dare you blaspheme the gods, lowly one!? Buried with me......"

The sound of cursing in the idol stopped abruptly, and beams of brilliant light bloomed in the hole in the idol's heart, and Li Qing, who couldn't dodge, bore the brunt, from head to toe, and his entire body was enveloped in these beams of light.

It was like hitting a red-hot iron gun head-on, the blazing pain and the tearing sensation of the body being pierced made Li Qingzhi want to die, he wanted to shout, but his throat had already lost his voice, it turned out that his throat had already been pierced by these beams, and at this moment, he couldn't make any sound at all.

Even if he was already a second-order transcendent, he was still as small as an ant in front of the remnants of the power of the ancient gods.

"Li Qing!"

Zhao Zihan's eyes widened, and in her clear eyes, what was reflected was the scene of Li Qing being pierced through her body by countless beams of light, she subconsciously wanted to come to the rescue, but she was pushed away by a greater force than before, and slammed into the wall of the small temple, she snorted, and spit out a mouthful of blood, next to her, there was a corpse that had been pierced through the heart by chains, and the corpse curled up at a very unnatural angle and collapsed to the ground.

After turning Li Qing into a hedgehog, the light that bloomed from the heart of the statue continued unabated, rushing out of the gate of the small temple and shooting into the courtyard.

The beam of light that was shot out fell until it fell on the incense burner with three wisps of smoke before stopping, and under the illumination of these rays, the blood belonging to the mortals on the furnace body quickly evaporated, as if it had been re-polished and polished, and the bronze patterns on the furnace body became more and more vivid.

On the altar, in front of the statue, in the chaos, the broken body is no longer enough to contain Li Qing's spiritual power, these spiritual powers are huddled in the spiritual world, once this place is breached, it means that his existence has been completely erased from the world.

And outside his spiritual world, he can already see a large area of dazzling light, the power of the ancient gods, not only to destroy the body, but also to destroy the soul, the divine light that burned Li Qing's body pursued, and he was determined to shatter Li Qing's soul before he stopped.

The fragment of the holy scripture that had been waiting quietly in Li Qing's spiritual world, the page containing the three ancient characters of "The Crossing of the World" suddenly turned blue, and countless cyan rays appeared around the page, and after these gods appeared, they rose to the sky, condensing a round of incomplete cyan moon in the sky above the spiritual world.

The blue moon is in the sky, fixed in the dark spiritual world.

For a moment, Li Qing seemed to see mountains, rivers, insects, fish, flowers and plants, and even a certain obelisk in his spiritual world, everything seemed to exist in it, driven by his mind, and rose and fell with his thoughts.

When a thought arises, thousands of rivers and mountains, a thought disappears, and the vicissitudes of life.

At the moment when Qingyue appeared, the five-colored divine light that came from the siege seemed to be spiritual, as if it was confused, and it seemed to be hesitating.

It was a kind of mysterious realm, but unfortunately, the current situation did not allow him to understand it carefully, and the appearance of thousands of meteorologies was only in an instant, and the next moment, a feeling of numbness hit, and his consciousness told him that the divine light that burned his body was actually reshaping his body for him, how painful the previous destruction was, how cool the remodeling was now, the feeling of being reborn and reborn, made Li Qing can't help but moan.

In the small temple, Zhao Zihan, whose face was bloodless, had a look of grief in his eyes, the body of the stargazer was not strong, and he was swept away by two forces one after another, Zhao Zihan's body was already overwhelmed, and he had the heart to step forward, but he was unable to move.

"Lee Kyung-......"

Don't wait for Zhao Zihan to be sad and sad, the next moment, the divine light thrown into the courtyard turned back, and the five-colored light reunited on the altar, and between the changes, a familiar outline was gradually outlined, as the light and shadow settled, the outline gradually became full, and after seeing the face clearly, Zhao Zihan's already dim eyes burst out with a strong brilliance, and the little heart almost stopped beating.

Li Qing is still alive! He didn't die!

From extinction to reappearance, it is too late, but in fact it is just a few breaths, although Zhao Zihan does not know what happened in the meantime, but seeing that Li Qing is intact, she is happy from the bottom of her heart, if it is not for physical limitations, it is not impossible to jump up and hug Li Qing directly.

As the pearl of the Zhao family, from the time Speaker Zhao took her fourteen-year-old to make her debut in the upper class of Xiangling, Zhao Zihan naturally became the core figure in her circle, whether it was to maintain the image of the Zhao family or out of personal insight and cultivation, Zhao Zihan has always given the impression of being elegant and decent, calm and generous, if the young heroes who admired her in Xiangling knew Zhao Zihan's current thoughts, I was afraid that my eyes would fall to the ground.

Li Qing, who had been closed by the ghost gate and was now a heavy trample, subconsciously shook his palm, and after feeling the real touch, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and then he twisted his waist and swung his arms violently.

Bang!

A punch was thrown, the head of the idol shattered in response, and most of the mud tire covering the face of the idol had already peeled off, and the face of the god was about to reappear, but now, with Li Qing's domineering punch, everything became empty talk.

This time, there was no cursing, there was no five-colored divine light, the skull was shattered, and the five-colored light that shone on the temple dimmed together, and one after another like a poisonous snake-like black filthy aura shot out, about to drill into Li Qing's body, the moment these filthy qi touched Li Qing's body, Li Qing's body suddenly gave birth to a burst of dark light, and the invading filthy aura was bounced away one by one.

But it was only a bounce away, and the next moment, the filthy qi condensed again, and just before they pounced again, the cyan flame on the candlestick that had not reacted soared, and the waves swept away, burning all the filthy qi.

After burning out the filth, the cyan flame changed back to its original appearance, and the statue on the altar exploded, but fortunately, Li Qingxin had an early warning and jumped off the altar early, so as to avoid the embarrassment of being splashed with dirt.

Zhao Zihan reminded loudly: "The fog, the fog has not dispersed. ”

The statue of the god has been broken, but the crisis is still there, in the courtyard outside the temple, the five-colored divine light has been lost, and the smoke of the collapse has regathered, and the slightest trace of blood and gas is sandwiched in it, adding a suffocating blood red to the gray smoke.

The prohibitions in the small temple had been destroyed, and there was nothing to help them resist the invasion of the mist.

Li Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, he first carefully put away the crystal that was taken out of the heart of the statue, then turned around, turned his back to the incense burner in the courtyard, and stretched out his hand to the candlestick on the offering table.

The candlestick shook slightly, and even the cyan candle flame the size of a thumb began to sway from side to side, as if resisting Li Qing.

Li Qing snorted coldly, a burst of dark light erupted in the palm of his hand, and regardless of the resistance of the candlestick, he grabbed the neck of the lamp and held the candlestick in his hand.

Only then did he slowly turn around, look at the foggy courtyard, and say:

"Brother Fu, until now, don't you want to show up?"

Zhao Zihan blinked, but she didn't know why, she turned her head to look at the courtyard, only to see a vast fog, but where was there half a figure?

The next moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the fog.

"God makes the eye, it is the Fulou Banmen who has an axe."

Fu Lou's figure appeared in the door frame of the small temple, and I saw this man of the Floating Dragon Clan make a strange posture and said:

"The Floating Dragon Clan's worship son Fulou has seen two divine envoys."