Chapter 920

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

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

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

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

It formed an opposing stance with the black side.

It seemed to have been activated!

Seeing this, Wang Fengxin was delighted.

Sure enough, it seemed to be effective.

His other purpose in coming to the Angel Fantasy Realm was to awaken the mysterious angel that had evolved and mutated, as well as the seven blood-gold patterns.

Now it seemed that his goal had been successful.

Wang Feng revealed a smile on his face.

These seven statues just happened to correspond to each other?

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

Wang Feng seemed to have understood some of the mysterious runes on the holy sword.

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

Majestic and holy mental power, from the eyes of the statue, once again attacked Wang Feng's soul and mind.

The mysterious angel in his sea of consciousness swayed, as if it would turn to ashes at any time under the impact of this mental power.

Wang Feng still used the Anterior Secret Art to resist this huge mental attack and continue to wash.

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

This kind of mental attack was a painful torment to the soul.

The majestic power contained in the mental power seemed to be able to cleanse one's soul.

It wasn't bad, but Wang Feng didn't want to be controlled.

He could only use a soul cultivation secret art like the Front Secret Word to try and resist the mental attack. He wanted to see if he could break through the limits of his mental power.

This was a danger, but also an opportunity.

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

Soon, Wang Feng endured the second statue.

He sat on the spot and rested.

Even with his current mental power, it was difficult to resist the mental attack emitted by this angel statue.

Fortunately, he had the Anterior Secret Art. Otherwise, he might not be able to resist.

After Wang Feng endured the second angel statue, the angel martial soul lit up a second golden wing, corresponding to the large black wing on the other side.

The second blood-gold pattern also lit up again.

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

In his heart, he had some guesses about these seven statues.

However, he was still very confused about his Angel Martial Soul.

Then, Wang Feng walked to the third angel statue.

This time, it was slightly different.

The Holy Sword in the angel statue's hand lit up. The statue seemed to come alive. It held the Holy Sword and slashed down at Wang Feng!

Wang Fengxin was shocked.

He felt as if the sacred sword contained a power that could slay all evil in the world!

Under this sword, Wang Feng's originally solid figure actually became somewhat illusory.

The jelly spiritual power that had just returned to its semi-solid state was instantly shattered!

Wang Feng's soul violently shook!

He knew that this time, it was much stronger than the previous two times!

Wang Fengxin felt as if his soul was about to be torn apart. His entire illusory body was about to be destroyed by the spiritual power contained in this sword.

At the critical moment, Wang Feng was still extremely calm as he circulated his Secret Art of Front and Secret Art of Being.

The Secret Art of Being was a healing sacred art. In addition to restoring the physical body, it also had the effect of instantly restoring the primordial spirit and soul. Although Wang Feng had not cultivated it to the greater success stage, he could only slowly recover.

However, it was enough.

In this place, he was in a spiritual state. He could not even use his Martial Soul.

After this sword slash, Wang Feng's figure became much more illusory.

After a long time, Wang Feng slowly recovered. Even the Meteoric Tear was temporarily useless in this place.

This was because all the attacks in the Angel's Illusion were targeted at the soul.

"It should be more difficult later. Every angel statue … is not simple. "

Wang Feng murmured.

After the third angel statue.

His Angel Martial Soul and blood-gold pattern also changed.

Obviously, he had to completely pass through these seven statues to fully activate the blood-gold pattern or the Angel Martial Soul.

Wang Feng thought so, but he did not know the specifics.

After resting and recovering, Wang Feng's face darkened as he walked toward the fourth statue.

However, the strange thing was that the spiritual attack of the fourth statue seemed to be very gentle.

It was neither fast nor slow. It was like a golden sea that covered him.

Wang Feng frowned slightly. He knew that this was not simple.

It didn't seem as strong as the previous three impacts, but the pressure was constantly present.

At every moment, it was attacking his spirit and soul.

Until it reached a boundary point.

Wang Feng groaned. It was as if he had returned to the Sea God's Island, when the ring was still thousands of meters under the sea.

The spiritual power of the fourth angel statue was just like this. It was gentle, but it was slowly condensing.

It was a test of Wang Feng's willpower and endurance.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Feng finally felt that the spiritual pressure that was like a vast ocean slowly recede.

The fourth blood-gold pattern lit up.

He used the two secret techniques to heal the damage to his soul. At the same time, he wanted to see if he could cultivate his spiritual power.

Fortunately, Wang Feng was not disappointed.

After these four impacts, the spiritual power that had been shattered had turned from a jelly-like semi-solid to a soft dough.

His spiritual power took another step forward.

Wang Feng felt that it was a close call. After four attacks, his spiritual power finally made a breakthrough.

He did not know what level his spiritual power was at. However, it was definitely better than the demigod Bibidon.

After resting for a while, Wang Feng walked to the fifth angel statue.

This was a statue of an angel, and it was different from the previous ones.

It was majestic and solemn.

The moment Wang Feng faced it, he did not feel the impact of spiritual power.

Instead, it was a pressure, a pressure that came from his own beliefs. At this moment, Wang Feng seemed to be doubting his countless beliefs.

He doubted whether what he insisted on was right. He doubted that there would be no result if he continued to walk like this. Was there any meaning in living in this world? Doubt that all of this could be true? Was it just a dream?

He doubted whether he really liked the big one.

Hmm? Wait, how can I doubt this?

It was this unwavering belief that allowed Wang Feng to persevere until now.

Wang Fengxin could not help but smile.

The endless pressure of belief dissipated in an instant.

"My beliefs have always been the same."

Wang Fengxin said.

The fifth angel statue stared at Wang Feng. Although it did not say anything, Wang Feng could feel the speechlessness of the statue.

After that, Wang Feng walked to the sixth angel statue.