v2 Chapter 1121： Being smashed

In a flash, the scenery in front of me is like a dream, and the beauty is the ultimate.

Numerous magical particle weaving meets and shines like a jewel.

They are scattered in the air, giving the surrounding everything a sinuous color.

As you breathe, the magic enters the body, moisturizing from the inside out, and the body is full of energy.

This feeling is like no matter how much magic is used, don't worry about the magic of the body is not enough, because it will be added at any time.

"Stand up here, put your hand on the locket." Riddle said, indicating that Ai Wen stood in front of the altar.

"Come on, Ivan!" Elaine whispered, lying on the floor, staring at Evan.

"We believe in you!" Hermione hugged Ai Wen.

Dumbledore and Carresis did not speak, but they all looked at Avon and watched him walk to the top of the altar.

Ai Wen put his right hand on the locket box, the strange feeling poured into the body from the right hand, filled with magic in the blink of an eye.

Undoubtedly, the feeling of this momentary power is very beautiful at first.

Endless magic to listen to his own command, seems to hold everything.

But more and more magical influx, pressure is getting bigger and bigger, so that Ai Wen has a sense of expansion.

"What should I do next?" He looked to Riddle next to him.

"Tell me a spell!" Riddle said, his mouth wide open and his voice groaning.

"Wait, I don't understand what you are saying." Ai Wen interrupted the other party. "Does this spell have to use a snake?"

"I think that using the snake cavity is the minimum respect for Slytherin," Riddle said. "If you can't really read it, there is no problem with normal speech. In this magic, the spell is not the most important, important. Let his statue feel your mind."

"idea?"

"Slytherin left some of his will in the statue, and you can feel what you are thinking through the lock box." Riddle said impatiently, "Just let him know that you want to destroy the evil spirits inside, he stays The magic below is activated."

"Then let's talk." Ai Wen said.

"Hey, I’m starting to praise Slytherin with me. He is the greatest wizard of all time. He is..."

"This is also a must-do?" Ai Wen interrupted him again. "You just said that you can start the magic by letting the statue feel that I want to destroy the evil spirits. What does it mean to praise Slytherin?!"

"This is respect for the great wizards," Riddle said. "If you don't want to do this, then come on your own."

He stopped talking and sneered at Evan.

Ai Wen blinked and tried to destroy the evil spirits.

This gave him a strange feeling of entering a religious place such as a church and praying for the blessing of the gods.

After ten seconds passed, there was no reaction. Obviously, this "Slytherin" God did not hear his prayers.

Or, the other person feels that he is not so pious, or that he does not praise it like Riddle.

Seeing this situation, Riddle standing in front of Ai Wen obviously became proud.

Ai Wen didn't care about this guy. He had touched this magic before in the eyeball monster. According to Riddle, just let Slytherin's will to feel his thoughts and know that he wants to destroy the terrible monster.

He tried to think back to the feeling at the time, the terrible eyeball monster kept talking to him, it was going to eat him...

The ground is shaking, there are a lot of cracks on the rock wall, the sky is cracked, and the surrounding murals are broken and falling off.

The loud rumbling of the rumble and the rumble came from the deepest part of the earth, and the slender pupils were torn apart, and the huge eyeballs split open from the middle.

Like the fiercest monster, it has a sultry momentum. The gap between the two huge eyeballs is covered with long, sharp fangs, with a row of dense barbs on the inside and dark purple on the inside. The folds, mucous membranes and endless darkness.

The deep darkness will never be seen at the end, and you will only lose it.

The eyeball swayed and fell off the rock wall of the ceiling.

They floated in the air, opened their **** mouths, and flew over to Avon, who lost all his resistance.

Ai Wen tried to recall this feeling and further associate the terrible evil body that he had just seen.

The twisted and huge body, the bodies of the most horrible monsters, were brought to him with unimaginable power.

In the face of the terrible evil spirits, human beings are undoubtedly small, and the power to master and strengthen is also useless.

Ai Wen doesn't know how to resist. In the face of this monster that is beyond understanding and common sense, any spell will not help.

Closing his eyes and waiting for death may be the only option, but he is not reconciled. He wants to resist.

Revolt!

Close to everything you can beat each other, for your own protection.

Suddenly, the magic of Ai Wen’s body poured out and followed the right hand to the top of the pendant.

The emeralds set in the Slytherin Pendant Box glowed intensely, and the surrounding inscriptions began to glow in dark gold.

Against such a color, the emblem of the Slytherin family is like a living snake.

It detached from the lock box, floated slowly, and floated on the chest of Ai Wen.

"Successful!" Riddle said wildly, "Great Salazar Slytherin!"

The statue shook a little and gradually glowed white.

The magic particles floating in the air quickly converge and are absorbed again by the magic in the statue.

They are like fish that migrate in the deep blue sea, spinning down at an extremely fast speed, and all the magic in the space is drawn.

Silver-white, light-green, gold-red light clusters gather around Slytherin's statue and Ai Wen, blending with the green haze of the pendant box, and they gradually merge to form, Sarah Slytherin himself The illusion appeared in front of Ai Wen.

The outline of the phantom is not clear, the light is distorted, and his face is not visible.

Ai Wen now has no intention to see Slytherin, he feels that he is about to be exploding by magic!

Just now, the influx of magic made him filled with magic, and there was an unusually full sense of collision;

Now, more and more magic around the body and around the body, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger, has reached the limit of Ai Wen's body.

Just a little more, Ai Wen will be exploding with magic, like a balloon.

But the magic of saving for thousands of years is still flowing in, far beyond imagination and control.

With a slamming sound, Avon heard a sound like a balloon explosion in his body...

Something seems to burst, and Avon is not sure if it is his own body.