Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

As he spoke, Wang Xuebin waved his right hand, and a red light shot towards Dumbledore quickly. The terrifying sound of breaking wind made the new leaves in the trembling forest rustle.

In the distance, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with anger, and then he forcibly endured it. With a slight pick of the wand in his hand, the sharp red light disappeared without a sound.

"The od one! I admit that your talent is very good, it can even be said to be rare in history, but unfortunately, you are too young!

What you learned, I also studied hard when I was young, and wanting to defeat me with magic is not something that you can do today!

leave!leave here!I can let it go!Forgive your mistakes! "

Dumbledore's face was flushed, and he was in a trance, holding the hand inlaid with the resurrection stone, trembling uncontrollably.

Embrace me...Get the truth that transcends life and death...The living can be spared from death...The dead can be resurrected...

The low groan kept echoing, and ripples flashed in the depths of Wang Xuebin's thinking. If it weren't for him, losing himself was more unacceptable than death, perhaps, he would also sink in this groan.

roll!

A huge wave surged in the depths of his mind, completely submerged the flickering ripples, and pressed it towards the place where the murmurs invaded.

"Forgive me? Hahahahaha..."

Wang Xuebin laughed presumptuously, his eyes were sharp, showing a look of contempt.

"Put down the ring in your hand before talking!"

As he said that, Wang Xuebin flicked the wand in his hand, and it turned into a straight-edged narrow knife, stepped lightly on his feet, and the whole person flew towards Dumbledore.

There was no temptation, no feint, and the battle entered a fierce climax as soon as it started!

Dumbledore held up his wand, the ground turned upside down, and threw it at Wang Xuebin. At the same time, the yew trees in the forest also turned into mighty treants, waving sharp branches, blocking Wang Xuebin .

"Ancient One! Get out of here!"

crackling

Dumbledore roared loudly, and the hand holding the Horcrux was also raised high. The crackling electric current made the somewhat dim sky purple.

"The thing you should regret most is imparting your precious knowledge to me without reservation!

Thanks to your help, I was able to get where I am today! "

"So, that's how you repay me!"

Wang Xuebin kept waving the straight knife with his left hand, and the tall trees were cut into Lu Xun by him.

In the end, he simply put away the burden of the magic wand, changed his right hand with the knife, and summoned a monstrous flame with his left hand. With the activation technique, he ignited crazily.

Not far away, Dumbledore, who heard Wang Xuebin's words, struggled for a moment, then looked at the ring inlaid with the resurrection stone on his right hand, and became firm again.

"Forgive me, Gu Yi! I'm not as unfeeling as you imagined. If I leave now, I don't care about your offense!"

"Do you mean the taking of the ring from you?"

Firelight and electric light each illuminated half of the sky and dyed the sky in two colors. The wooden house of Gaunt's old house had already been completely turned into dust under the roar of electric light.

"First, the Merlin magic is nothing more than our transaction. You give me the freedom to collect books and teach at Hogwarts. I promise you this condition, and I will not regret it!"

Said, a stone pillar lifted Wang Xuebin high, condescending, looking down at Dumbledore who was in a state of agitation.

"Second, I have never had any expectations of you, so you don't have to think that I will be disappointed!

As for forgiveness or something, let alone! "

With a wave of his right hand, on the high stone platform, a solemn altar appeared out of thin air, complete with pen, ink, paper, knife, and incense candles!

"Finally, what I want to tell you is that magic has never been my reliance, it is just a means of icing on the cake, and its only function is to enrich my vision!"

With a slanted swing of the straight knife in his right hand, a sword qi slashed across, and the phoenix who wanted to come to help suddenly appeared, was mercilessly chopped into two pieces, turned into a ball of ashes, and fell to the ground.

"Fox!!!"

"As for my reliance, it has always been myself!"

As he said, ignoring Dumbledore's furious expression, he picked up the incense with his left hand, and swiped lightly with his sword fingers with his right hand, and the incense suddenly ignited with green smoke.

As soon as he slapped the table, the gossip mirror rose in response to the sound, refracting the sky's light, passing through the green smoke, and sweeping towards the tomb in the deep forest.

"The sky is clear and the earth is spiritual, and the five directions are dark. Hearing my edict, he will appear quickly..."

"Fiendfire burns!"

Following Wang Xuebin's shouts, in the purple shirt forest, one after another ghosts crawled out of the tombs, and gathered towards the altar with their gloomy figures on their backs.

And in Dumbledore's wand, a blue flame turned into the shape of various beasts and roared towards Wang Xuebin.

On the high platform, seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin's face remained unmoved. He turned the gossip mirror in his hand, and a golden light shot it, which turned into a semicircular golden barrier in front of the roaring Fierce Fire.

"...Since you hear my order, you will respect my life. Now that something is unknown, you must fight against the spirit!"

There were more and more ghosts in the Forbidden Forest. With their eyes wide open, they walked towards Dumbledore lazily. Step by step, frost gradually formed in the forest.

"The soul is not the soul, don't avoid the powerful, God helps to kill, who dares to be!"

Not far away, Dumbledore's hair and beard were also stained with hoarfrost, and he swung his left hand with lightning.

However, Lei Ting, who was incomparably sharp in the past, is now blocked by several resentful souls and submerged in the wave of souls.

There are too many ghosts in this forest...

"Ancient One!!!"

Dumbledore went crazy, waving the wand in his hand, and a bucket-thick pale green spell hit straight towards the high platform where Wang Xuebin was.

"Do you really have to fight against me!!!"

The turbulent soul wave was punched out by this terrible spell, and even the various magic weapons on the high platform could not be spared.

The curse passed through the altar and the flames, and flew toward the boundless sky, breaking up the dark clouds in the sky. Residents who were several kilometers away from here could clearly see the terrifying gloomy light.

It's the breath of death...

"I'm sorry...Dumbledore, it's not that I want to fight against you, but that you are overwhelmed by desire..."

A figure whose breath merged with those tide-like ghosts quietly appeared behind Dumbledore, with his right hand and sword pointing, he tapped on his sleeping hole forcefully.

"...now, go to sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be fine!"

Chapter 572 The Last Battle·Inevitable