I, the deposed prince, signed in the imperial mausoleum for a thousand years

Since the majestic power of faith in these statues is not polluted, there is no problem, and the Falling Star Temple has no way to use it, just let it go to waste here.

It's better to use it a little bit.

Qin Feng planned to use the secret method in the holy scriptures of the temple to let the several powerful spiritual weapons in his hands absorb the power of faith in these statues, so that they could be awakened to display perfect power when needed in the future.

"Crash..."

Qin Feng first took out a large pile of formation scrolls from the system space, and the pile was almost half the height of a person.

The secret technique in the holy scriptures of the temple requires the cooperation of a mysterious and complicated formation.

He intends to combine these formations together and then modify them slightly.

In the following time, with the sound of the shattering of the formation scroll, the power of the formation began to surge here, and the light of the formation patterns lit up, forming mysterious and complicated formation patterns.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

When night fell, the sound of sword cries resounded on the island again. Qin Feng used the sword energy to erase part of the formation pattern and re-draw it, so as to achieve the goal of combining these formations into a large formation.

Because before coming, Qin Feng considered that in the temple, he might use the formations required by the sacred scriptures of the temple, and made preparations in advance, so the speed was very fast.

It wasn't until noon on the second day that Qin Feng had completely arranged a large formation that could allow the spiritual weapon to absorb the power of faith in the statue.

"Boom boom..."

With the operation of the formation, most of the spiritual energy on Fengshen Island gathered towards this place.

A huge aura vortex was formed.

However, because the Falling Star Temple has set up a large formation on the Fengshen Island, and there is a thick fog covering everything, this magnificent scene cannot be seen outside the island at all.

The huge array arranged by Qin Feng also began to operate.

"Om..."

As for Qin Feng, who was at the center of the formation, he spat out awkward and incomprehensible notes, and continued to pinch out seals to penetrate into the two nearest god statues.

Not long after, the two idols erupted with dazzling divine brilliance, and an astonishing power of faith began to flow from the center of their eyebrows, heading towards the formation.

At this moment, a chirping sound suddenly sounded, and then the Great Xia Sparrow, which was wrapped in flames, flew to the center of the formation.

The last time I was on Jianming Island, Daxia Longque had already obtained enough power to wake it up once by absorbing the flames of the Balrog.

But this is a quasi-emperor weapon after all, and the energy that can be stored in it is very terrifying. After entering the formation, it starts to devour the power of faith coming from all directions.

"Om..."

Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng sacrificed the God Burial Casket, the Wanshang Bow...all of them, suspended in different positions of the formation, and absorbed the power of faith emerging from the statue.

"By the way, I don't know if the magic sword can absorb the power of faith..." Qin Feng suddenly remembered the magic sword he got from the Eternal Night Demon Lord.

The weapon can only absorb magic energy or blood essence, and he only has the blood essence of monsters obtained through signing in, which can be absorbed by the magic sword. It is very difficult to make it reach a state where it can be awakened.

So after he got it, he kept it in the system space and hardly used it.

He wondered whether the magic sword could absorb these powers of faith.

"Chong!"

Qin Feng took out the magic sword, and immediately there was a deafening sword cry, as if the unworldly demon finally broke through the seal, and at the same time, a monstrous black sword intent full of evil aura spread out.

A range of dozens of miles, under the cover of this pitch-black sword intent, turned into night in a blink of an eye, with a terrifying aura.

"Shh!"

Under Qin Feng's control, the magic sword flew into the formation.

Facing the power of faith coming from all directions of the formation, the demon sword instinctively resisted, the blade trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword burst out, like the roar of a demon.

"Can't you?" Qin Feng frowned, feeling a little disappointed.

But at this moment, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, who was absorbing the power of faith, suddenly let out a groaning sound, full of anger, as if a strong man who was cultivating had been disturbed by someone.

The magic sword that burst out with the sound of swords was instantly suppressed.

No matter how powerful it is, it is only a sacred weapon that has killed the Emperor Zhun. Compared with the real Emperor Zhun, there is still a big gap.

In addition, the Great Xia Dragonfinch is relatively strong among the Zhundi soldiers, so it cannot compete with the Great Xia Dragonfinch.

"Om..."

Not only that, the magic sword even began to absorb the power of faith from all directions, as if it was afraid of provoking the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow again.

Although it prefers magic energy and blood, it is not unable to absorb the power of faith. This kind of power does not have any attributes, which is different from the aura it hates.

"So cowardly?"

Qin Feng was dumbfounded when he saw this.

However, Devil Sword is willing to absorb these powers of faith, which is a good thing after all, and he is still very satisfied in his heart.

Afterwards, Qin Feng checked the formation that was operating here and found nothing unusual before leaving.

The festival of the Falling Star Temple will start in the next few days, and he can't stay here forever.

....

For the next few days, Qin Feng adjusted his state in the room and did not leave.

As for the status of the weapons on Burial God Island, he could clearly perceive them.

In the Fallen Star Temple, no one noticed the abnormality of the God Burying Island.

After all, for hundreds of years, the deacon who guards there will only rotate once, and no one will go there on weekdays.

A few days later, Yan Ruoxue came to Qin Feng and told him that the ceremony would be held in two days.

"I don't know what kind of god's gift we can get in this festival." Qin Feng was expecting.

The god-bestowed stars he obtained at the last god-blessing ceremony in the Cangwu Temple have greatly improved his psychological expectations.

His current mood for participating in the God-given Festival is somewhat similar to that before signing in for the first time in a special place.

"Those believers' expectations for the god-given ceremony are probably a hundred times higher than mine. No wonder the Falling Star Temple does not have Buddhist scriptures similar to the Buddhist sect that can deepen the soul imprint of believers, but it can still make believers extremely devout." Qin Feng muttered.

In fact, it's not just him, the core members of the temple all want to see what kind of divine gift he can get this time.

At the same time, the Fallen Star Demon Lord did not wait for the news that Qin Feng was assassinated again, and was very puzzled in his heart. With the help of the formation on the chessboard, his avatar reappeared on the God Burying Island.