No one can see that in that world, there are millions of light spots, like stars, turning into a brilliant galaxy and falling into Fang Qian's body.

This is the power of faith from the Haotian world.

It is endless and endless.

Especially in this wild temple, the closest place between the two worlds, Fang Qian could clearly feel the magnificence and greatness of this power.

As unpredictable as a god.

Perhaps it is because faith is the power of God.

Fang Qian felt all this silently, and then walked towards the wild temple.

He walked calmly and calmly, so he was discovered before he got close.

After all, this is the temple of the Demon Sect, and no matter what, the existence of the guardian will not be missing.

It was an old man wearing a brown cloak.

He appeared silently, staring at Fang Qian with a cold face, showing deep malice.

"Where did the monk come from? How dare he trespass into the temple!"

His voice was hoarse, but his tone was extremely fierce.

Even before he finished speaking, he had already made a gesture of trying to do something.

Then a dim light, with the color of death, bloomed in the darkness in front of him, and a glass bead as big as a walnut, rose and fell in the light.

In an instant, the surrounding plants withered and died under the light.

Obviously, this is not an ordinary light, and the glass bead is not an ordinary magic weapon either.

This person is naturally not an ordinary monk.

Some people once called him Xuanwu Venerable, and was one of the four saints alongside the Qinglong and Zhuque. But now, he is just a half-destroyed old man guarding the temple.

But even if he is half-dead now, it is absolutely uncommon for him to compete easily.

At least, it is difficult for young disciples from all walks of life to do it.

Xuanwu has such confidence.

Fang Qian, who looked extremely young, was one of the young disciples of these sects in his heart.

Therefore, his attitude is extremely tough and even arrogant.

In his opinion, if Fang Qian is smart, he should have retreated on his own. He has not taken action for many years, and if he is not necessary, he is really unwilling to cause trouble again.

However, Fang Qian just glanced at him lightly, then ignored his warning, ignored the dim yellow glass beads that were ready to go, and continued to walk towards the temple.

Step by step!

Fang Qian's footsteps were clear and stable, without any tendency to stop.

And Xuanwu didn't even move at all.

I just watched Fang Qian approach him, then crossed him, gradually moved away from him, and stepped into the temple step by step.

This scene is so weird and incredible.

But only Xuanwu himself knew how horrible the eyes of Fang Qian just looked at him.

Just one glance, he seemed to have experienced millions of reincarnations and millions of life.

I lost myself almost in an instant.

If Fang Qian hadn't quickly looked away, he would have been afraid that he would never have woken up.

At this moment, his whole body was stiff, his face was sweating, and his eyes were filled with horror.

Because the feeling of losing oneself is too terrifying, even death is not worthy of truth.

But he didn't know that this was actually a negative effect that gathered the power of faith in countless people.

Confused and mixed. If Fang Qian had not isolated his own mind and spirit from him, he would have been deeply trapped in it and could not extricate himself.

Therefore, this scene seems terrifying, but it cannot be used as an ordinary means.

It is for what he is about to do that he does not conquer and filter out these chaotic and complex powers of faith.

After all, he has lost his strength and still needs some means to be able to take the stage.

......

Inside the temple, Fang Qian looked around and looked at everything around him.

The space inside the temple is very large, with fire altars that seem to never-ending from all directions, and in the center of the hall, there are two huge statues of gods.

A man with kind eyes stood with a smile, and his clothes were carved as vivid as the wind blows, a bit like the Buddhist Guanyin Bodhisattva; the other man had a completely different appearance, ferocious, black-faced, ghostly horns, eight-handed and four-headed ones, and even a trace of blood was carved down on his lips, which made people shudder.

It is obviously the gods served by the Demon Sect since ancient times, the King of Heaven and the Holy Mother of the Netherworld.

When Fang Qian saw the statue, he couldn't help but be shocked by the huge power of faith contained in the statue.

With a thought, you can feel the huge belief that is as hard as the deep sea.

This is the accumulation of thousands or even tens of thousands of years of the Demon Cult, far from comparable to the power of faith he has accumulated now.

But this was one of his purpose for coming here.

If there was no such powerful power of faith, how could he forcibly open up the channels between the two realms and make the people of the Haotian World surrender to this world in advance?

He lost his spiritual power and energy, but he improved greatly in his faith.

After all, now he can only have the power of faith.

What's more, the power of faith is strong and the effect is endless.

As early as shortly after he woke up, he was able to communicate with the Haotian World through the power of faith.

Although communication is intermittent and not smooth due to the barriers between the two realms, many information has been communicated.

As early as then, he made a plan to break through the barriers of the two realms and attract help.

This is also his greatest confidence in announcing the establishment of Mingzong.

Even if Tianyin Temple disagrees, he has enough strength to start a new business.

Now, it's time to accomplish all this.

At some point, his eyes were closed. When he opened his eyes again, a dazzling light appeared in his pupils, and even his body gradually filled with bright and fierce white lights.

There seemed to be countless people shouting and praying in the white light. Soon, these sounds echoed in the entire hall like Sanskrit.

The next moment, ten white streams of light suddenly burst out from Fang Qian's body, falling towards the fixed ten directions.

That was the direction of the Ten Abyssal Formations that Fang Qian had placed in the depths of the Death Swamp!

The rewards given to him by the system are certainly only disposable consumables, but as the most critical executor, although it is not possible to replicate them, with his qualifications, it is not difficult to record and understand the some of the principles contained in it.

In the Changsheng Hall, his Buddha's palm that fell from the sky was originally understood by Zitagata's palm.

The time he controlled the Ten Abyssal Formation was even more than that of the Tathagata's palm, and his understanding naturally became a little deeper.

Not to mention, he is also a master of formation in the Haotian World.

And the formation, although there are levels, are still things that are unchanging.

Therefore, he was able to put down this seemingly true and ten ultimate formations with the power of faith at this moment!

His ten absolute formations do not have the power of the real ten absolute formations, nor do he have the power of the real ten absolute formations.

It has only one real power, which is to use his own faith power to communicate with the faith power of Haotian World, and then pull the faith power accumulated by the Demon Cult in this wilderness temple for millions of years to force the barrier between these two realms!

And this can only be achieved by relying on the powerful principles contained in the Ten Abyss.

He has deduced this matter more than ten thousand times, and it is still unknown whether it is success or failure.
Chapter completed!