Chapter Nine Hundred and Twentieth My Belief Is Always the Same (Eight)

"It seems that the spiritual power emitted by this angel statue just now made the angel Wuhan move again."

Wang Feng came back to his senses and felt everything in his body.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the golden body of the mysterious angel's other half lit up slightly, and the seven golden wings on the back also lit up.

At the same time, the seven blood-gold patterns, one of which, the golden side, also completely lit up.

And the black side, forming an opposite posture.

As if activated!

Seeing this, Wang Feng was overjoyed.

Sure enough, it seems to be working.

Another purpose of his coming to this angelic fantasy world is to awaken the mysterious angel who has undergone evolution and mutation, as well as the seven blood-gold lines.

For now, the purpose appears to have been successful.

A smile appeared on Wang Feng's face.

These seven statues, exactly one-to-one correspondence?

Staring at the first angel statue, the light from the holy sword in the opponent's hand seemed a little dim.

Wang Feng also seemed to understand the mysterious runes on the holy sword.

At the same time, Wang Feng walked to the next angel statue.

The majestic and holy spiritual power, from the eyes of the statue, once again impacted Wang Feng's soul and spirit.

The mysterious angel in the sea of ​​consciousness swayed, as if he would be turned to ashes at any time under the impact of this spiritual power.

Wang Feng is still secretive before his luck, resisting this huge mental shock, and still washing away.

Under this impact, his figure became more and more solid.

This kind of spiritual shock is a kind of painful torment and suffering to the soul.

The stalwart power contained in that spiritual power seems to be able to wash people's souls clean.

I can't say it's bad, but Wang Feng doesn't want to be swayed.

He can only resist the impact of this spiritual power through the secret techniques of soul cultivation such as the former word secret, and see if he can reach the limit of breaking through the spiritual power.

This is a danger and an opportunity.

Wang Feng knew that if he grasped it, his strength would be improved.

Soon, Wang Feng took over the second statue.

He sat there, resting.

With the strength of his current spiritual power, it is difficult to resist the spiritual shock emanating from this angel statue.

But fortunately there is a former word secret, otherwise, it may not be able to resist.

The second angel statue, after Wang Feng supported it, the angel martial soul lit up a second golden wing, corresponding to the huge black wings on the other side.

The second blood-gold pattern also lit up again.

Wang Feng took a deep breath and rested for a while.

I also had some guesses about these seven statues in my heart.

But he still felt very doubtful about his angelic spirit.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Feng walked to the third angel statue.

This time, it was slightly different.

The holy sword in the hand of the angel statue lit up, and the statue seemed to be alive. Holding the holy sword directly, the sword slashed towards Wang Feng!

Wang Feng was shocked.

I just feel that the holy sword seems to contain the power to slay all evil in the world!

Under the sword, Wang Feng's original solid figure actually became a little blurred.

The jelly mental power that had just recovered to a semi-solid state was instantly dissipated!

Wang Feng's soul shook violently!

I knew that this time, it was much stronger than the last two!

As if his soul was about to be torn apart, Wang Feng's mind trembled, his entire body phantom, as if it would be directly destroyed by the spiritual power contained in this sword.

At the juncture of crisis, Wang Feng is still very calm and unpredictable.

As a healing holy method, in addition to restoring the physical body, the secret of the word is also instantly restored to the soul of the primordial spirit. Although Wang Feng has not cultivated to the top, he can only recover slowly.

But enough.

In this place, he himself is in a state of soul, and he can't even use his martial soul.

With this sword cut, Wang Feng's figure was much emptier.

After a long time, Wang Feng slowly recovered. This place is temporarily useless even with Meteor Tears.

Because of this angelic fantasy, all attacks are only aimed at the spiritual attack of the soul.

"It should be more and more difficult later. Every angel statue... is not easy."

Wang Feng muttered.

After the third angel statue passed.

His angelic spirit and blood-gold patterns also changed.

Obviously, it is necessary to completely pass through these seven statues, I am afraid that the blood gold pattern can be fully activated, or the angel martial arts?

Wang Feng thought so, but he didn't know what it was.

After resting and recovering, Wang Feng's face sank and he walked towards the fourth statue.

But the strange thing is that the mental shock of the fourth statue seems to be very soft.

Not in a hurry, not too slow, like a golden ocean, covering it up towards him.

Wang Feng frowned slightly, knowing that this is definitely not easy.

It seems that it is not as strong as the previous three kinds of impact, but this kind of pressure exists all the time.

Every moment, it is impacting his own spiritual soul.

until a zero point is reached.

Wang Feng snorted, as if he had returned to Seagod Island, where the ring was still thousands of meters below the seabed.

The spiritual power of the fourth angel statue is like this, soft, but slowly condensed.

It is a limit test for Wang Feng's willpower and endurance.

I don't know how long it took before Wang Feng felt that the mental pressure like the ocean slowly receded.

The fourth blood-gold pattern lights up.

Two kinds of secret techniques, running one after another, while recovering the wounds of the soul, while seeing if they can cultivate spiritual power...

Fortunately, Wang Feng was not disappointed.

After these four shocks, the broken and shattered mental power changed from a jelly-like semi-solid to a soft dough.

Spiritual strength, take a step forward again.

Wang Feng secretly said that it was dangerous. After four attacks, he finally made a breakthrough in his spiritual power.

He didn't know what level his spiritual power was at. But even the demigod-level Bibi Dong from before would definitely surpass it.

After a rest, Wang Feng walked to the fifth angel statue.

This angel statue is different from the previous ones.

Majestic, solemn.

At the moment of facing, what Wang Feng felt was not a mental shock.

It was a coercion, a coercion that came from his own beliefs. At this moment, Wang Feng seemed to have doubts about his countless beliefs.

Doubt that what you insist on is right, and doubt that if you go on like this, there will be no results? Doubt there is a meaning to living in this world? Doubt this will all be true? Could it be just a dream?

I wonder if I really like big...

Um? Wait, how could I possibly suspect this?

It was this last consistent belief that allowed Wang Feng to persevere.

Wang Feng couldn't help but smile.

The endless pressure of belief dissipated in an instant.

"My belief is always the same."

Wang Feng thought.

The fifth angel statue stared at Wang Feng. Although there was no words, Wang Feng could feel the silence of the statue.

Then, Wang Feng walked to the sixth angel statue.