Chapter 137 Misty Illusions and Hidden Souls
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John flew out.
Just before he touched Nagini, his heart skipped a beat.
Immediately afterwards, he was hit by a force, and the person flew out.
Rolling out on the ground for a few laps, John adjusted his body and stopped.
Looking up, a figure appeared in the blurred illusion.
The moment he saw that face, John's pupils shrank.
Even more handsome with pallor and age, the eyes occasionally flash red.
A plain suit with a cold smile on his face.
John was too familiar with this face.
Gritting his teeth, he read the three words: "Voldemort."
Voldemort, this Voldemort looked much older than when he was a student, and he was also much handsomer.
John stood up, and the other party didn't take the wand, but looked at John indifferently.
"It turned out that you broke into my world."
Speaking, Voldemort had a hint of disdain.
John laughed angrily, and said coldly: "Your? Voldemort, it seems that you made Nagini into a Horcrux."
It is not only the Blood Curse that is entangled in Nagini, but also Voldemort's soul.
What John should have thought of, Nagini was Voldemort's Horcrux in the original plot.
Cutting his soul into Nagini, Voldemort was ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself.
Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, John felt that his body was hurt.
The soul is the most important part of a person. When the soul is injured and dies, the same will happen to the body.
Nagini wanted to help, and Voldemort reached out straight away.
Nagini's neck was pinched by an invisible hand, and he flew up.
Voldemort overbearingly declared his sovereignty, "Nagini, you are mine."
"John." Nagini spoke with difficulty.
John made a move.
The moment he raised his hand, Voldemort's body flew out, Nagini's feeling of being caught disappeared, and she fell to the ground.
John said coldly: "You are not the only one who knows these magics."
Voldemort was a little surprised, he stabilized his body in the air and fell slowly.
He smiled, looked at John with bloodthirsty eyes, and said sinisterly: "A weak soul dares to do something in the illusion."
John frowned, and looked at his left hand, the silvery white light on his fingers dissipated.
His heart sank, the use of magic here actually consumes the soul.
He murmured: "No wonder, the soul needs to be used to cut the soul."
At this time, he was in trouble, without the support of magic power, it was simply impossible for John to defeat Voldemort here.
Glancing at Nagini, John knew that once he left, Nagini would be finished.
Voldemort was watching from the side, and John couldn't back down.
That being the case.
Then fight!
Acting first, John waved his hand, and the blurry illusion without anything ignited flames.
At the same time, John's soul loss accelerated.
A pinch of flame ignites in the right hand, and then becomes a huge fireball.
Voldemort's face was gloomy, and he probably didn't expect John to know ancient magic.
A water snake appeared in front of him, and when the flames touched the water, a large cloud of mist was produced in the Misty Illusionary Territory.
John took the opportunity to blow out a breath, and the mist blew around Voldemort.
The fog generated by the collision of souls cannot be seen through, and John took the opportunity to enter the fog.
His left hand brushed against his right hand, and a dagger made of soul appeared in John's hand.
The price for this is that the right hand illusion is almost transparent.
There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.
magic?
Don't forget, I am proficient in short weapons at level 7!
In the mist, John is the ubiquitous Nightcrawler.
Voldemort was not in a hurry when he was shrouded in fog, he exuded a terrifying aura.
Immediately, the green light penetrated the fog and hit the place where John was originally.
With a blow full of confidence, Voldemort didn't see John, and he frowned.
Immediately afterwards, a desperate feeling came into his heart, his eyebrows twitched wildly, and Voldemort turned around at his limit.
In just one second, seven blood holes instantly appeared on the back of the body.
Voldemort's face changed, and John appeared like a ghost.
"Crucio"
The red lightning hit John, and John let out a muffled grunt, and a big hole was burned out of the dagger on his chest.
Without hesitation, he threw the dagger, and then used the object spell to control the dagger.
The dagger was as fast as lightning, and Voldemort condensed into a defensive shield similar to the Iron Armor Charm.
The moment it touched it, the dagger fragilely shattered into countless bubbles.
Voldemort was taken aback, and John stepped forward.
His eyes turned into vertical pupils, and his left hand tore off his right hand, turning into a sword with silver light shining.
Dragon language roared: "I am a fire dragon."
The blade ignited flames, John screamed because of the pain, stabbed hard, and the blade pierced Voldemort's body.
The flames exploded into a sea of flames, and Voldemort could no longer maintain his original expression.
He grabbed the blade with his hands, and his angry eyes almost spewed fire.
With a grin, he said, "You can't leave, Awada..."
As expected of Voldemort, he exchanged injuries for lives.
The green light was aimed at John's face, and the moment he was about to touch it, John's mind went blank.
He made a mistake, thinking that he could kill with one blow, or underestimated Voldemort.
Just when the green light was about to hit, a woman jumped out, and her almost broken body hit Voldemort.
The green light veered off course, brushing John's cheek away.
Voldemort angrily grabbed Nagini by the neck and threw her out.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light rushed towards Nagini.
Nagini closed her eyes in relief, she thought it would be good if she could save John.
Time seemed to pause.
The green light became extremely slow in front of his eyes, and Nagini's determination and Voldemort's ferociousness were all very clear in his eyes.
John let go of the hand holding the sword, and stretched it slowly towards Nagini, his lips and teeth parted.
"Return of the soul."
Green light illuminates the entire space.
...
Nagini opened her eyes again, and in the dim dungeon, she looked around in confusion.
There were two people in front of her, one was a bald old man whose jaw dropped in shock, and the other was...
"John!"
John closed his eyes tightly, his body gradually graying.
Nagini only felt that her heart was being pulled hard. She wanted to go over, but she passed through John's body.
Looking at her now silver-white and transparent body, she looked behind her, where her recovered body was lying there quietly.
"No, don't!" Another person appeared in my mind, the one I didn't catch.
Nagini never panicked in the face of death, like a little girl at a loss.
Damo Alex finally came back to his senses, he said with difficulty: "Is this a success?"
Regardless of joy, Dharma Alex ran over, just now John used the ghost spell to draw out Nagini's soul.
"Where is John, what happened!" Damo Alex lost his composure, and he yelled at Nagini ferociously.
John's face darkened, Damo Alex took out the potion, forcibly pried open John's mouth and poured it in.
...
Misty illusion.
The expression on Voldemort's face froze, and Nagini disappeared out of thin air.
He was confused for a moment, and John smiled.
"It seems that you don't know much about these."
John chuckled lowly, and Voldemort was furious.
"Where did you get Nagini!"
He yelled angrily, and John was hit on the body by his wave, and his illusory body was like a candle in the wind.
Voldemort turned into black smoke and came to John, strangled him and lifted him up.
The silver sword on his chest shattered, and John's eyes darkened, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Want to know? Then you go ask."
He looked behind Voldemort. Voldemort was startled and turned his head to look.
Nothing...?
Realizing he was being tricked, Voldemort turned quickly.
"Avada Kedavra"
This is the first time John has used the Killing Curse, and he is still in the state of casting without a wand.
The green light hit the front door, and shatter marks appeared on Voldemort's handsome face.
He yelled in terror, not even paying attention to John.
Covering his face and screaming crazily, it's a pity that this is a death curse.
Unforgivable curse.
Amidst the screams, Voldemort's face was shattered, and his body was shattered inch by inch, emitting green light from the inside out.
The fragment of Voldemort's Horcrux died.
John sat on the ground, looking in the direction Voldemort was looking at just now.
He wasn't lying.
In that direction, the man in the black cloak couldn't see his face clearly, but John could feel it, and he looked at this side quietly.
John's soul became more transparent, as if it was about to disperse.
"Can you make me understand."
John spread his hands, stared at the black cloak and asked, "Are you another soul, or the god of death?"
The blurred illusion was quiet, and John felt that the black cloak was laughing.
"Interesting, you're the funniest person I've ever met."
The black cloak approached John.
John couldn't do anything now, just watched the black cloak come to him.
Just standing there, the black cloak exudes a suffocating dead silence.
And he also revealed his identity.
"You call me..."
"grim Reaper."
Just before he touched Nagini, his heart skipped a beat.
Immediately afterwards, he was hit by a force, and the person flew out.
Rolling out on the ground for a few laps, John adjusted his body and stopped.
Looking up, a figure appeared in the blurred illusion.
The moment he saw that face, John's pupils shrank.
Even more handsome with pallor and age, the eyes occasionally flash red.
A plain suit with a cold smile on his face.
John was too familiar with this face.
Gritting his teeth, he read the three words: "Voldemort."
Voldemort, this Voldemort looked much older than when he was a student, and he was also much handsomer.
John stood up, and the other party didn't take the wand, but looked at John indifferently.
"It turned out that you broke into my world."
Speaking, Voldemort had a hint of disdain.
John laughed angrily, and said coldly: "Your? Voldemort, it seems that you made Nagini into a Horcrux."
It is not only the Blood Curse that is entangled in Nagini, but also Voldemort's soul.
What John should have thought of, Nagini was Voldemort's Horcrux in the original plot.
Cutting his soul into Nagini, Voldemort was ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself.
Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, John felt that his body was hurt.
The soul is the most important part of a person. When the soul is injured and dies, the same will happen to the body.
Nagini wanted to help, and Voldemort reached out straight away.
Nagini's neck was pinched by an invisible hand, and he flew up.
Voldemort overbearingly declared his sovereignty, "Nagini, you are mine."
"John." Nagini spoke with difficulty.
John made a move.
The moment he raised his hand, Voldemort's body flew out, Nagini's feeling of being caught disappeared, and she fell to the ground.
John said coldly: "You are not the only one who knows these magics."
Voldemort was a little surprised, he stabilized his body in the air and fell slowly.
He smiled, looked at John with bloodthirsty eyes, and said sinisterly: "A weak soul dares to do something in the illusion."
John frowned, and looked at his left hand, the silvery white light on his fingers dissipated.
His heart sank, the use of magic here actually consumes the soul.
He murmured: "No wonder, the soul needs to be used to cut the soul."
At this time, he was in trouble, without the support of magic power, it was simply impossible for John to defeat Voldemort here.
Glancing at Nagini, John knew that once he left, Nagini would be finished.
Voldemort was watching from the side, and John couldn't back down.
That being the case.
Then fight!
Acting first, John waved his hand, and the blurry illusion without anything ignited flames.
At the same time, John's soul loss accelerated.
A pinch of flame ignites in the right hand, and then becomes a huge fireball.
Voldemort's face was gloomy, and he probably didn't expect John to know ancient magic.
A water snake appeared in front of him, and when the flames touched the water, a large cloud of mist was produced in the Misty Illusionary Territory.
John took the opportunity to blow out a breath, and the mist blew around Voldemort.
The fog generated by the collision of souls cannot be seen through, and John took the opportunity to enter the fog.
His left hand brushed against his right hand, and a dagger made of soul appeared in John's hand.
The price for this is that the right hand illusion is almost transparent.
There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.
magic?
Don't forget, I am proficient in short weapons at level 7!
In the mist, John is the ubiquitous Nightcrawler.
Voldemort was not in a hurry when he was shrouded in fog, he exuded a terrifying aura.
Immediately, the green light penetrated the fog and hit the place where John was originally.
With a blow full of confidence, Voldemort didn't see John, and he frowned.
Immediately afterwards, a desperate feeling came into his heart, his eyebrows twitched wildly, and Voldemort turned around at his limit.
In just one second, seven blood holes instantly appeared on the back of the body.
Voldemort's face changed, and John appeared like a ghost.
"Crucio"
The red lightning hit John, and John let out a muffled grunt, and a big hole was burned out of the dagger on his chest.
Without hesitation, he threw the dagger, and then used the object spell to control the dagger.
The dagger was as fast as lightning, and Voldemort condensed into a defensive shield similar to the Iron Armor Charm.
The moment it touched it, the dagger fragilely shattered into countless bubbles.
Voldemort was taken aback, and John stepped forward.
His eyes turned into vertical pupils, and his left hand tore off his right hand, turning into a sword with silver light shining.
Dragon language roared: "I am a fire dragon."
The blade ignited flames, John screamed because of the pain, stabbed hard, and the blade pierced Voldemort's body.
The flames exploded into a sea of flames, and Voldemort could no longer maintain his original expression.
He grabbed the blade with his hands, and his angry eyes almost spewed fire.
With a grin, he said, "You can't leave, Awada..."
As expected of Voldemort, he exchanged injuries for lives.
The green light was aimed at John's face, and the moment he was about to touch it, John's mind went blank.
He made a mistake, thinking that he could kill with one blow, or underestimated Voldemort.
Just when the green light was about to hit, a woman jumped out, and her almost broken body hit Voldemort.
The green light veered off course, brushing John's cheek away.
Voldemort angrily grabbed Nagini by the neck and threw her out.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light rushed towards Nagini.
Nagini closed her eyes in relief, she thought it would be good if she could save John.
Time seemed to pause.
The green light became extremely slow in front of his eyes, and Nagini's determination and Voldemort's ferociousness were all very clear in his eyes.
John let go of the hand holding the sword, and stretched it slowly towards Nagini, his lips and teeth parted.
"Return of the soul."
Green light illuminates the entire space.
...
Nagini opened her eyes again, and in the dim dungeon, she looked around in confusion.
There were two people in front of her, one was a bald old man whose jaw dropped in shock, and the other was...
"John!"
John closed his eyes tightly, his body gradually graying.
Nagini only felt that her heart was being pulled hard. She wanted to go over, but she passed through John's body.
Looking at her now silver-white and transparent body, she looked behind her, where her recovered body was lying there quietly.
"No, don't!" Another person appeared in my mind, the one I didn't catch.
Nagini never panicked in the face of death, like a little girl at a loss.
Damo Alex finally came back to his senses, he said with difficulty: "Is this a success?"
Regardless of joy, Dharma Alex ran over, just now John used the ghost spell to draw out Nagini's soul.
"Where is John, what happened!" Damo Alex lost his composure, and he yelled at Nagini ferociously.
John's face darkened, Damo Alex took out the potion, forcibly pried open John's mouth and poured it in.
...
Misty illusion.
The expression on Voldemort's face froze, and Nagini disappeared out of thin air.
He was confused for a moment, and John smiled.
"It seems that you don't know much about these."
John chuckled lowly, and Voldemort was furious.
"Where did you get Nagini!"
He yelled angrily, and John was hit on the body by his wave, and his illusory body was like a candle in the wind.
Voldemort turned into black smoke and came to John, strangled him and lifted him up.
The silver sword on his chest shattered, and John's eyes darkened, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Want to know? Then you go ask."
He looked behind Voldemort. Voldemort was startled and turned his head to look.
Nothing...?
Realizing he was being tricked, Voldemort turned quickly.
"Avada Kedavra"
This is the first time John has used the Killing Curse, and he is still in the state of casting without a wand.
The green light hit the front door, and shatter marks appeared on Voldemort's handsome face.
He yelled in terror, not even paying attention to John.
Covering his face and screaming crazily, it's a pity that this is a death curse.
Unforgivable curse.
Amidst the screams, Voldemort's face was shattered, and his body was shattered inch by inch, emitting green light from the inside out.
The fragment of Voldemort's Horcrux died.
John sat on the ground, looking in the direction Voldemort was looking at just now.
He wasn't lying.
In that direction, the man in the black cloak couldn't see his face clearly, but John could feel it, and he looked at this side quietly.
John's soul became more transparent, as if it was about to disperse.
"Can you make me understand."
John spread his hands, stared at the black cloak and asked, "Are you another soul, or the god of death?"
The blurred illusion was quiet, and John felt that the black cloak was laughing.
"Interesting, you're the funniest person I've ever met."
The black cloak approached John.
John couldn't do anything now, just watched the black cloak come to him.
Just standing there, the black cloak exudes a suffocating dead silence.
And he also revealed his identity.
"You call me..."
"grim Reaper."
