章節 428: v2 Chapter 427： The magical dream of the evil spirit
Sandwiched between the two most evil dark monsters, Ai Wen feels very bad.
What he wants to do, even if it is a spell.
However, the arm is too heavy to lift.
He felt his magic, the magic stone floating in front of his chest, and the magic stone light that was placed on the altar not far away, slowly blending.
It was because of the existence of the red haze that he did not die in the hands of the evil spirits and Voldemort.
undefined"As long as you can get the half of the Sorcerer's Stone" and look at the half of the magic stone on the altar, Aiwen's mind emerged such a thought.
As long as he can fuse the Sorcerer's Stone, he can use his powerful magic to break the curse on his body and solve the evil spirits and Voldemort.
Thinking of this, he struggled to raise his wand and aim at the magic stone on the altar.
The action that is usually very easy to complete, at this moment, Ai Wen feels very difficult, time seems to be as long as a few centuries.
"Sorcerer Stone is flying!" he shouted, exhausting his strength.
This is a flying spell that can summon objects.
In a few seconds, Ai Wen looked at the magic stone with hope.
But it didn't actually move in the same way. In the fierce confrontation between Voldemort and the evil spirits, all the magic powers were lost and the magic was not working.
Under the curse of the curse, the weak magic of Ai Wen could not summon the magic stone.
In front of him, two monsters are battling for the Sorcerer's Stone on his chest, and powerful forces are fighting, colliding, and erupting around him, completely ignoring his life and death.
In the twisted magical vortex, Ai Wen's consciousness is getting weaker and weaker.
He can't use magic anymore, his eyes are black and his headaches are getting stronger.
Now, he can only hear the whispers of the evil spirits and the terrible roar of Voldemort.
Ai Wen knows that everything is over, so it ends.
He is about to hold on, whether physically or mentally.
No matter who Voldemort and the evil gods achieved the final victory, they have nothing to do with him.
In the blur, Ai Wen saw a figure suddenly appear in the secret room, appearing in the focus of the vampire and the monster, the long silver hair with a long waist flashed silver.
It is Dumbledore! ! !
He finally came, and Avon was delighted and became awake.
Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled with icy light, which was heart-rending.
Ai Wen has never seen him like this, with anger in his cold eyes.
Dumbledore looked around and raised his wand high.
The magical light of white spreads rapidly around him, like the waves on the water, removing the black flames of Voldemort and the cursing whispers of evil spirits.
With the intervention of Dumbledore, the evil spirits and Voldemort dispersed the forces around Evan and the altars not far away, and they tried their best to compete.
The two monsters seem to be determined to solve everything quickly.
In the magical powers, Ai Wen feels that his soul is leaving his body.
He floated up, through the thick rock, and floated over the remains of the horse.
There, he once again saw the exquisite Ma Rencheng city, seeing the beautiful land that only appeared in the dream, just at his feet.
The battle between the evil spirit and Voldemort seems to be a long time ago.
Looking at the white clouds slowly drifting around him, Ai Wen thought about why he would appear here.
But there was a blank inside his head, just like the gray color of the world.
"Is this the feeling of death?" He muttered to himself, looking at the body without weight. "I have become a ghost, stay here forever!"
咚, 咚, 咚, loud drums suddenly sounded!
Following the sudden sound, Ai Wen slowly floated down, and he saw many fallen horses concentrated in front of the river ferry.
In the real world, because the river is dry, there is only a lot of sand left.
Now, this is indeed a river flowing down the mountain, running straight through the Ma Tribe and extending deep into the Albanian woods.
Many of the fallen ancestors came out of the ruins and gathered there. Like Avon, they were all milky white translucent bodies.
Following the footsteps of the Ma people, Ai Wen also drifted over to that.
It was a very large ship on the ferry, which was shocking.
The hull is so long that it is longer than all the boats I have seen.
The sculptural and intricate patterns are painted with purple and dark green paint, with a strange exotic style.
Ai Wen descended to the ferry and looked at the big ship curiously.
On the top, there is a monster with a white skull shape that is knocking on the drum, and it seems to hold the bones of the magic creature in the hand.
The place where the monster's head is long is a pink tentacle with no eyes.
Ai Wen looked at this monster and didn't feel scared.
On the contrary, he has a kind of eccentric feeling.
In the drums, the horsemen who had gone up were beckoning to him, indicating that he also followed.
Without the anticipated attacks, these horses look very friendly.
The state of the whole space is strange and strange, obviously not normal, but there is a peaceful everywhere, as if everything in the world should have been like this.
Aiwen hesitated for a while and followed him to the boat.
Because he felt something attracting himself, he was very curious about what was happening in front of him, and wanted to see what it was like to see the bottom.
The big ship started slowly, and the horses stopped speaking.
They kept Ai Wen tightly in the middle, and then Ai Wen saw it.
In front of their voyage, it is no longer a dense forest, but a horrible evil **** that has just emerged.
The sky began to tickle the raindrops, dark red rain.
Like the sights seen in the illusion, wherever the rain is, there is a lot of blood-colored foam on the ground, on the river, on the trees, everywhere.
This is followed by a layer of green film that looks disgusting.
They are like green moss or algae that suddenly grow several times higher. The patches appear and cover, and the weird plants that do not belong to the earth begin to emerge.
In the deep red blood rain, rapid growth.
The creeping tentacles of the evil spirits are like the roots of huge trees. The huge mouth full of fangs and **** eyes is aimed at the direction of the vessel where Ai Wen is located.
It is necessary to change the direction of the front, and this will eventually be swallowed up by the evil spirits.
A cold wind blew, and Ai Wen woke up.
In a flash, the strange feeling that has been around his own peace disappeared. He saw that there were countless horses who were cold and cold like the undead.
Not far away, the strange creature that beats the drums is not as gracious as before.
It now looks so weird, with a lot of pink tentacles on the head, full of tiny fangs.
The souls of the fallen horses around are rapidly dissipating and swallowed by it mercilessly. (To be continued.) Mobile users please browse and read, a better reading experience.
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