Chapter 224 Astral Mutation
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 224 Astral Mutation
Just when Xie Lin was worrying and struggling, whether he would travel to the world of Naruto, the world of pirates, or the MCU universe——
What Schelling feared did not happen.
Xie Lin was not sucked into a black hole like the protagonists in a large number of Zhutianliu novels in his previous life, and then started a new adventure and a new life.
Instead, traces of special energy escaping from the black hole, like tiny threads, slowly rushed towards Xie Lin and wrapped him up.
Schelling was immersed in a very strange state. His consciousness seemed to have been separated from this world and this space, and he had glimpsed a higher-dimensional vision.In the eyes of outsiders, his pupils shone with a green edge that was sharper than thunder, and there was a figure of a six-pointed star looming.
This situation lasted for two full hours.
When Xie Lin came back to his senses, the vortex black hole had disappeared.
But he was very clear that what happened just now was definitely not his illusion, and he really felt that there was an inexplicable and unknown power in him.
He pondered for a while, then used the illusion spell to transform a small sparrow, and then concentrated his mind on the sparrow, and the sparrow suddenly disappeared into a black shadow, just like it was under the disappearing spell.
Three feet away, a faint light flashed, and the little sparrow suddenly appeared.
Xie Lin lifted the illusion spell, and the little sparrow disappeared.
It was just a small experiment by Schelling.The little sparrow itself is not an entity, but an illusion made out of nothing by magic power.Explanation of the experimental results——
Magic power can be transferred through space magic!
Mastering the ability to manipulate "ether" is equivalent to mastering the ability to travel through space!
Perhaps Schelling's manipulation of the fifth element is still rough and not refined enough, but as long as he is given enough time, he is fully confident that he can control "ether" like other elements.
"Being able to transfer magic power means that you can transfer magic spells. If it is done properly, the methods of transferring magic spells that Batty taught a few days ago are all rubbish...Whether it's safe guarding or armor protection, how can it be as good as this magical event?" Many inspirations and ideas on how to use this ability in actual combat flowed through the bottom of Xie Lin's heart. He looked up at the ceiling of the Slytherin chamber and let out a long breath. Move' it!"
[Space Magic Mystery-"Moon Turns Star Shift" Acquisition! 】
Originally thought that Xie Lin should have been full of excitement and longing for suddenly obtaining such a powerful magic, but his heart was at peace at the moment, and his eyes were full of emotions that had gone through vicissitudes, as if he had been possessed by an old man over a hundred years old.
"Harry, Harry," Schelling said softly to himself, "Since I was reborn, you have been a hurdle in my heart. I have been planning and strategizing in every possible way. For so many nights, I have been thinking about how to take away your fame, your fortune, and even your luck..."
"This world only needs one savior..." Xie Lin squinted his eyes halfway, and he was already intoxicated in the self-talk at the moment. "This world has as many magics as the sands of the Ganges River, but among the known magics, there is only one magic that can resist or even rebound the Killing Curse, and that is the 'Guardian of Love' on you, so everyone in the world recognizes you as the savior. Even Dumbledore pins all his hopes on you..."
"But, now, from today..." Xie Lin's half-closed eyes revealed a faint light, "In addition to your 'Guardian of Love', there is another 'Moon Turning Star Shift' exclusively for me..."
"Then..." The corner of Xie Lin's mouth twitched into an evil arc, "In this new world, you and I, who is the 'son of luck' favored by fate? Who is the 'savior' who will finally appear? Who is the real protagonist of this world?"
Schelling's eyes were finally closed completely.
A strange feeling emerged in his heart.
That is blankness, that is calmness, that is the tranquility of everything in the palm, for a moment, without any confusion or hesitation.
What he didn't know was that the Tianlong star in the distant starry sky was shining brilliantly at this moment.
Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts Castle, in the headmaster's office on the eighth floor.
Dumbledore, wearing a purple-backed golden wizard robe, was sitting at his desk, eating with relish the struggling brown cockroaches, while flipping through the confidential intelligence documents sent to him by his long-established intelligence network.Around him, the portraits of previous headmasters were talking loudly and making all kinds of noisy voices, but Dumbledore seemed to be used to this, and he was still intoxicated in his own affairs as if he had never heard of it.
Suddenly, the silver instrument on the small table not far away made a light "ding".The surrounding portraits fell into absolute silence at the same time.
A sharp light flashed in Dumbledore's calm blue pupils, and he walked quickly to the silver instrument, moved the instrument to the desk, sat down again, then drew out his wand, and tapped it lightly with the tip of the wand.
The instrument started to run immediately, making a rhythmic jingle sound, and the small silver tube at the top spewed out wisps of light green smoke, which gathered and lingered in the air... Dumbledore looked at the smoke intently, his brows furrowed.Seconds later, the few wisps of smoke turned into a steady puff, thicker and thicker, hovering in the air...
The top of the smoke turned into a snake head with its mouth open.
Dumbledore watched this scene calmly, as if he had expected it in his heart, and at the same time, some new confusion arose in his heart. He said to himself: "Naturally, naturally, but is there nothing else?"
The smoke snake suddenly twisted a bit, as if being forcibly twisted together, and then the shape of the snake slowly mutated, first it grew four claws, then a pair of fleshy wings, and finally a sharp horn gradually protruded from the snake's head... The change of the smoke stopped at the eyes, making the eyes blurred, as if they were being blinded, and the whole looked like a sleeping fire dragon...
Dumbledore's face became extremely serious, and he murmured, "Don't disturb the Sleeping Dragon?"
Austrian Alps, Nurmengard Tower, cell on top of the tower.
It was a very simple room, the window was a very narrow gap in the black stone, and there was a stone bed and a tattered thin blanket on it. In addition, there were some strange magic runes engraved on the ceiling, somewhat similar to Guruni magic runes, but not exactly like them.
An old man in his dying years was lying on a stone bed with his back against the wall, staring at the window in a daze with his lost eyes.
Suddenly, the old man seemed to sense something, and looked up at the ceiling. On the ceiling was engraved the last gift from his old friend, the only pastime he could pass the time for the rest of his long life.
The runes on the ceiling seemed to come to life, turning into small balls, moving with some strange rules.
The old man seemed to notice something.
An imperceptible light flashed in the old man's cloudy pupils, and he grinned, showing a mouthful of teeth that had almost fallen out, "Ah, there is a new change in the astral anomaly..."
"Draco is rising, Phoenix is suppressed, Serpent is dim..."
"Hahahahaha..." The old man laughed a little excitedly, and even couldn't help coughing a few times while clutching his chest, "Tyco Dodonas is sincerely not lying to me..."
"Things have changed, stars have changed, stars have reversed, 50 years ago, when you defeated me, you thought you defeated fate, but you don't know that fate is changeable. I thought my life was dead, but now..." The old man glowed with a look that a dying old man should not have. "Since fate has changed again, maybe my second chance will come!"
The old man stood up, and his hunched body suddenly returned to being straight and straight. Although his thin body, which looked like a skeleton, seemed to have lost half of his strength, it exuded a majestic aura that looked down on the world.
Tyco Dodonus is the author of the collection of poems "The Prophecy of Tyco Dodonus". Most wizards only regard this book as a collection of poems, and only a small number of wizards regard it as a real prophecy.This book is equivalent to China's Tuibei map. There are more than 20 poems in it, and each poem corresponds to a prophecy of a major event that can affect the world. For example, in 1927, many wizards deduced from No.20 poem that Credence the Obscure was the lost blood of Lestrange, France.
(End of this chapter)
Just when Xie Lin was worrying and struggling, whether he would travel to the world of Naruto, the world of pirates, or the MCU universe——
What Schelling feared did not happen.
Xie Lin was not sucked into a black hole like the protagonists in a large number of Zhutianliu novels in his previous life, and then started a new adventure and a new life.
Instead, traces of special energy escaping from the black hole, like tiny threads, slowly rushed towards Xie Lin and wrapped him up.
Schelling was immersed in a very strange state. His consciousness seemed to have been separated from this world and this space, and he had glimpsed a higher-dimensional vision.In the eyes of outsiders, his pupils shone with a green edge that was sharper than thunder, and there was a figure of a six-pointed star looming.
This situation lasted for two full hours.
When Xie Lin came back to his senses, the vortex black hole had disappeared.
But he was very clear that what happened just now was definitely not his illusion, and he really felt that there was an inexplicable and unknown power in him.
He pondered for a while, then used the illusion spell to transform a small sparrow, and then concentrated his mind on the sparrow, and the sparrow suddenly disappeared into a black shadow, just like it was under the disappearing spell.
Three feet away, a faint light flashed, and the little sparrow suddenly appeared.
Xie Lin lifted the illusion spell, and the little sparrow disappeared.
It was just a small experiment by Schelling.The little sparrow itself is not an entity, but an illusion made out of nothing by magic power.Explanation of the experimental results——
Magic power can be transferred through space magic!
Mastering the ability to manipulate "ether" is equivalent to mastering the ability to travel through space!
Perhaps Schelling's manipulation of the fifth element is still rough and not refined enough, but as long as he is given enough time, he is fully confident that he can control "ether" like other elements.
"Being able to transfer magic power means that you can transfer magic spells. If it is done properly, the methods of transferring magic spells that Batty taught a few days ago are all rubbish...Whether it's safe guarding or armor protection, how can it be as good as this magical event?" Many inspirations and ideas on how to use this ability in actual combat flowed through the bottom of Xie Lin's heart. He looked up at the ceiling of the Slytherin chamber and let out a long breath. Move' it!"
[Space Magic Mystery-"Moon Turns Star Shift" Acquisition! 】
Originally thought that Xie Lin should have been full of excitement and longing for suddenly obtaining such a powerful magic, but his heart was at peace at the moment, and his eyes were full of emotions that had gone through vicissitudes, as if he had been possessed by an old man over a hundred years old.
"Harry, Harry," Schelling said softly to himself, "Since I was reborn, you have been a hurdle in my heart. I have been planning and strategizing in every possible way. For so many nights, I have been thinking about how to take away your fame, your fortune, and even your luck..."
"This world only needs one savior..." Xie Lin squinted his eyes halfway, and he was already intoxicated in the self-talk at the moment. "This world has as many magics as the sands of the Ganges River, but among the known magics, there is only one magic that can resist or even rebound the Killing Curse, and that is the 'Guardian of Love' on you, so everyone in the world recognizes you as the savior. Even Dumbledore pins all his hopes on you..."
"But, now, from today..." Xie Lin's half-closed eyes revealed a faint light, "In addition to your 'Guardian of Love', there is another 'Moon Turning Star Shift' exclusively for me..."
"Then..." The corner of Xie Lin's mouth twitched into an evil arc, "In this new world, you and I, who is the 'son of luck' favored by fate? Who is the 'savior' who will finally appear? Who is the real protagonist of this world?"
Schelling's eyes were finally closed completely.
A strange feeling emerged in his heart.
That is blankness, that is calmness, that is the tranquility of everything in the palm, for a moment, without any confusion or hesitation.
What he didn't know was that the Tianlong star in the distant starry sky was shining brilliantly at this moment.
Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts Castle, in the headmaster's office on the eighth floor.
Dumbledore, wearing a purple-backed golden wizard robe, was sitting at his desk, eating with relish the struggling brown cockroaches, while flipping through the confidential intelligence documents sent to him by his long-established intelligence network.Around him, the portraits of previous headmasters were talking loudly and making all kinds of noisy voices, but Dumbledore seemed to be used to this, and he was still intoxicated in his own affairs as if he had never heard of it.
Suddenly, the silver instrument on the small table not far away made a light "ding".The surrounding portraits fell into absolute silence at the same time.
A sharp light flashed in Dumbledore's calm blue pupils, and he walked quickly to the silver instrument, moved the instrument to the desk, sat down again, then drew out his wand, and tapped it lightly with the tip of the wand.
The instrument started to run immediately, making a rhythmic jingle sound, and the small silver tube at the top spewed out wisps of light green smoke, which gathered and lingered in the air... Dumbledore looked at the smoke intently, his brows furrowed.Seconds later, the few wisps of smoke turned into a steady puff, thicker and thicker, hovering in the air...
The top of the smoke turned into a snake head with its mouth open.
Dumbledore watched this scene calmly, as if he had expected it in his heart, and at the same time, some new confusion arose in his heart. He said to himself: "Naturally, naturally, but is there nothing else?"
The smoke snake suddenly twisted a bit, as if being forcibly twisted together, and then the shape of the snake slowly mutated, first it grew four claws, then a pair of fleshy wings, and finally a sharp horn gradually protruded from the snake's head... The change of the smoke stopped at the eyes, making the eyes blurred, as if they were being blinded, and the whole looked like a sleeping fire dragon...
Dumbledore's face became extremely serious, and he murmured, "Don't disturb the Sleeping Dragon?"
Austrian Alps, Nurmengard Tower, cell on top of the tower.
It was a very simple room, the window was a very narrow gap in the black stone, and there was a stone bed and a tattered thin blanket on it. In addition, there were some strange magic runes engraved on the ceiling, somewhat similar to Guruni magic runes, but not exactly like them.
An old man in his dying years was lying on a stone bed with his back against the wall, staring at the window in a daze with his lost eyes.
Suddenly, the old man seemed to sense something, and looked up at the ceiling. On the ceiling was engraved the last gift from his old friend, the only pastime he could pass the time for the rest of his long life.
The runes on the ceiling seemed to come to life, turning into small balls, moving with some strange rules.
The old man seemed to notice something.
An imperceptible light flashed in the old man's cloudy pupils, and he grinned, showing a mouthful of teeth that had almost fallen out, "Ah, there is a new change in the astral anomaly..."
"Draco is rising, Phoenix is suppressed, Serpent is dim..."
"Hahahahaha..." The old man laughed a little excitedly, and even couldn't help coughing a few times while clutching his chest, "Tyco Dodonas is sincerely not lying to me..."
"Things have changed, stars have changed, stars have reversed, 50 years ago, when you defeated me, you thought you defeated fate, but you don't know that fate is changeable. I thought my life was dead, but now..." The old man glowed with a look that a dying old man should not have. "Since fate has changed again, maybe my second chance will come!"
The old man stood up, and his hunched body suddenly returned to being straight and straight. Although his thin body, which looked like a skeleton, seemed to have lost half of his strength, it exuded a majestic aura that looked down on the world.
Tyco Dodonus is the author of the collection of poems "The Prophecy of Tyco Dodonus". Most wizards only regard this book as a collection of poems, and only a small number of wizards regard it as a real prophecy.This book is equivalent to China's Tuibei map. There are more than 20 poems in it, and each poem corresponds to a prophecy of a major event that can affect the world. For example, in 1927, many wizards deduced from No.20 poem that Credence the Obscure was the lost blood of Lestrange, France.
(End of this chapter)
