Chapter 918： Im not at a loss? (six) (2/2)

Qian Daoliu actually agreed with the first half sentence, because the angel **** seemed to value this kid somewhat.

But what does the last sentence mean?

What do you mean? Let you inherit the throne, you lose a lot?

Qian Daoliu really wanted to put up the angel's holy sword, and slashed this kid's head with a sword.

”Stop talking nonsense, the angelic fantasy world is very dangerous. Are you going to go?”

Qian Daoliu's beard trembled slightly.

”Go, of course I have to go.” Wang Feng nodded and said, ”When the time comes, I will find Tian Zhizhi's heart, and I will force Qian Renxue to install it directly.”

Qian Daoliu did not speak.

With a light wave of his palm, the Angel Sword appeared in his hand.

In the next moment, Qian Daoliu held the Angel's Holy Sword, causing it to bloom with extremely dazzling light.

Then Qian Daoliu pierced the holy sword directly into a sword seat under the statue of the angel.

In an instant, the eyes of the angel statue suddenly shot a white light, hitting the void.

Form a faint white light curtain.

”By perceiving the white light curtain with mental power, you can enter the angelic fantasy world.”

Qian Daoliu's face was pale, and his whole body was a big man, as if the sword just inserted casually had already made him unbearable.

Wang Feng frowned slightly and looked at the light curtain, his mental energy rushing into the tide.

At the moment of touching the light curtain, a horrible suction force was drawn from the light curtain, and Wang Feng's mental power was directly sucked in in an instant.

Wang Feng only felt that the sea was shocked, and he passed out and fell under his feet.

Qian Daoliu looked at the fallen Wang Feng and sighed lightly:

”Hope your kid can succeed...”

After that, Qian Daoliu lifted Wang Feng's body and placed him next to Qian Renxue, a strange light flashed in his eyes...

——

Light.

Endless light.

Wang Feng only felt that this world seemed to be a world of light.

Then the light dissipated, and Wang Feng stared at the angelic fantasy world in front of him.

This fantasy world seems to be in mid-air.

Surrounded by vast clouds and blue sky.

The place where Wang Feng is located is on a floating staircase flowing with gold.

There is nothing under the stairs~~ If it is tens of thousands of meters in the sky, there is an endless abyss below?

It seems very permeating.

In the front, there are still many golden stairs floating, if it is a single round of golden, it looks pretty good.

”this place?”

Wang Feng looked around, looking towards the endless distance of the floating stairs.

That place exudes an extreme light, shining like the whole world.

At the end of the ladder, there is endless light.

Then he looked at himself, only to see the phantom that was not solid.

”Where is Qian Renxue?”

Wang Feng looked around, but did not find a half figure.

His state at this time seemed to be the state of soul, formed with mental power.