Chapter 931: Overlapping figures

The hideous faces of the Seven Lords of Hell slowly disappeared, and Voldemort's hideous and terrifying face also drifted away with the wind. See 1 Mao 2 Line 3 Chinese Net

The golem of the Seven Lords of Hell floating behind Voldemort also slowly disappeared. Losing the golem of the Seven Lords of Hell, the gate of Hell also stopped and began to close slowly.

Voldemort shook his head feebly, and stretched out his palm to try to stop the closing of the gates of hell. It was just a little bit, the gates of **** were almost opened successfully, and he was almost the ruler of the world!

However, the line of sight gradually blurred, and the shadow of the gate of **** had turned into a handsome young man with high-spirited blond hair.

The blond youth in front of him was praised by countless people for his genius, and he possessed amazing strength at a young age.

But Voldemort felt that he was so far apart from him, as if they were completely different people.

The blond figure gradually overlaps with the black hair figure in front of him, the same genius, the same young, and the same strong. Tom Marvolo Riddle and Yunye in the past are so similar, and the degree of similarity is even far greater. The self now.

"Where did it go wrong..."

Voldemort stared at himself in the past, and then at the present himself. He suddenly recalled the first formal meeting with Yun Ye-at the starting point he and Yun Ye had experienced, the journey leading to Hogwarts every year. Enter the Hogwarts Express.

Voldemort couldn't help howling loudly: "Damn ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

In the distance, Norwaymanche and Rabbi Paul also saw the door of **** slowly closing, and couldn't help but jump up and hug each other. Look. Wool. Line. Chinese. Text. Net

"Mr. Yunye really did it, he saved us!"

Norwaymanche was ecstatic, and grabbed Rabbi Paul tightly, trying to convey his ecstasy to others.

At this time, Rabbi Paul was no better than Norwaymanche, and he was as happy as a child who got a toy, and he almost jumped to celebrate.

The other Israeli Ministry of Magic elites and soldiers also looked the same, hugging each other, laughing loudly, and celebrating their escape.

Voldemort's lips were extremely dry, and he wanted to say something, but the constant pain from his body made Voldemort unable to speak at all. He could only float in the air, looking like a defeated dog.

Yun Ye appeared in front of Voldemort, his face still indifferent, as if defeating Voldemort was nothing to him.

Voldemort looked at Yun Ye's face, even if he saw a little Yun Ye's other expressions, Voldemort felt that his mood would be better.

However, Yun Ye's expressionless face made Voldemort extremely uncomfortable, even psychologically more uncomfortable than physical pain.

Yun Ye exhaled and said lightly: "It's over, Voldemort...no, Tom."

Voldemort's body trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was trembled because of the severe pain in his body, or because he was trembled when he heard Yun Ye's words.

Yun Ye grasped the golden holy sword inserted in Voldemort's heart, and the golden holy sword burst into dazzling light, melting Voldemort's body like a flame.

Voldemort's expression was unspeakably painful, and he stared at Yunye, and the dazzling flames rushed up suddenly, surrounding Voldemort's whole person, and Voldemort was burned by the bright flames.

"I hate it, Yunye, I hate it!"

The voice of Voldemort's resentment came from the flames. Voldemort's body slowly melted and finally turned into nothing. The bright flames also slowly disappeared, leaving Yunye alone in the high sky.

Yun Ye raised his head thoughtfully, and squeezed his hand in one direction. A soul that was so weak that people could not be found was pinched by Yun Ye. It was Voldemort's soul!

Voldemort's soul seemed very panicked, his twisted face reflected on the soul, and he struggled desperately in Yunye's hands, as if he wanted to break free from Yunye's hands, but how could Yunye let Voldemort go?

"Yun Ye, I was wrong, you let me go, I won't make trouble again, really, I won't be your enemy again, as long as you are willing to let me go!"

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Voldemort's soul yelled in panic, his voice filled with fear and fear.

Yun Ye smiled and said: "If I were defeated by you, would you let me go?"

Voldemort's soul was taken aback for a moment. If he defeated Yun Ye, how could he let Yun Ye live? He would definitely let Yun Ye suffer all the torture in the world, and then let Yun Ye die in pain.

Yun Ye slowly shook his head, surging magic power slowly emerged in his palm, and said: "You will not let me go, and I will not let you go. You should understand this in your heart."

Voldemort's soul became restless, and he shouted angrily: "Yun Ye, you have to die, you will go to hell..."

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Yun Ye sighed, his palms pressed slightly, and the magic power moved, the soul in his hands was instantly annihilated, and Voldemort's voice also stopped abruptly.

ended.

Yun Ye waved his hand, and Voldemort's soul had been wiped out by Yun Yemin just now. Voldemort was finally dead, but Yun Ye knew that Voldemort's Horcruxes still exist all over the world.

Although he wiped out Voldemort's soul, Voldemort did not have his main soul, but as long as Voldemort's Horcrux still exists, Voldemort still has a chance to resurrect.

However, these were not kept in Yunye's heart. The remnant of Voldemort's soul in the Horcrux was just a sliver of soul fragments. Even Voldemort himself had defeated them, and these soul fragments could not turn a big storm.

Yun Ye sighed, Voldemort was finally solved by himself, recalling what happened between him and Voldemort, Yun Ye couldn't help but sigh.

At that time, he was so weak that even Voldemort's soul was not an opponent. Who knew that he would solve Voldemort with his own hands now, thinking about it, I really sigh.

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