HP Magic Biography

"This is what we want to capture?" Sirius pointed to the golden light that was firmly bound by the chain. The ice-blue chains and the golden light reflected each other, giving people a gorgeous feeling.

"Don't touch it." Dumbledore reached out his hand to stop Sirius' death.

"What's the matter?" Sirius was puzzled. After the priest lifted the blockade of space, Sirius seemed to come back to life.

"There are defensive measures on this, can it be lifted?" Dumbledore asked. He was really asking Fanlin, even he was not sure.

"I can only trap it." Fanlin said, "I feel that this thing has no substance."

Speaking of Fanlin as if to prove it, the chain shrank slightly and sank into the golden light.

"I think, I can try." The priest walked over slowly, his hand still holding the staff that had not faded away, and the whole person looked very sacred.

Fanlin felt that the power in the sacrificial body was unprecedentedly strong, but he seemed very sluggish in spirit.

"This is a spell. He can transform the slate into a port key that can travel through different spaces."

"You mean, this is really just a space node, but I feel a dangerous atmosphere on it."

"Some defensive methods." Said the sacrifice, "Since it is a seal, there must be some defensive measures."

"What should I do, do I want to release it?" Fanlin said, the ice crystal chain made a rattling sound, and the golden **** pattern on it faintly exuded brilliance.

"You still need to maintain it." The priest said, and then he whispered to the two clergy nearby.

A devotee nodded respectfully, and the magic array presided over by the sacrifice left an indelible impression on those devotees who had never seen miracles.

This is naturally good, stronger faith and yearning for gods, and at the same time, there is more a sense of awe for this two-hundred-year-old sacrificial priest.

After a while, a devotee came over with his hands touching a slate.

"Move it to the top of the stone slab." Said the sacrifice slowly, seemingly exhausting, and Fanlin saw that the sacrifice was flushed.

"Okay." Fanlin nodded. Although the chain is very magical, with the support of the magic stone, this is not difficult for Fanlin.

His arm shook slightly, and the chain moved with the arm of the person, like an extension of the arm. Fanlin had no repulsion at all for the chain that had been integrated into him.

The chain shook slightly, and then Fanlin twitched gently, and the chain sank into her body.

As soon as Jin Guang got rid of the control of the chains, he was beating uneasy as if going crazy.

"Quiet." The priest said softly, but there was an irresistible power in his words.

Of course, this is only for people.

The uneasy beating of the golden light seemed to annoy the sacrifice, and the priest snorted softly. He stretched out his finger and the golden light was fixed in the space as before.

The sacrifice was not wrinkled, he bit the tip of his tongue gently, and then a blood sword spurted out of the sacrifice's mouth.

Fanlin's blood was mixed with some golden blood, but the blood that was forced out by the sacrifice completely showed a platinum color.

The sacrifice seems to have received a lot of damage, no surprise, this blood has gathered a lot of essence.

"Mr. Sacrifice." Fanlin said anxiously, for sacrificing such aging humans, such a mouthful of blood is undoubtedly very life-saving.

Even for young people, such a bite has to pay a great price.

Fanlin wanted to say that using his blood, he felt that the golden glow in his blood was far more suitable than the blood of the sacrificial offering.

The priest shook his head, his fingers trembled a little, and with a light touch, the blood poured slowly onto the golden ball of light.

As if ice water was poured on the flames, Fanlin heard a slight sound.

These golden rays of light seemed to be melted, and Fanlin saw it as if the hot metal was extinguished, and some dark golden **** patterns gradually emerged from the golden light ball.

When Fanlin saw these **** patterns, they were all surviving chapters, and Fanlin knew why these broken patterns appeared around the slate.

The dark golden runes drifted slowly into the slate, reminding of the natural generality, these incomplete runes perfectly combined with the incompleteness of the slate.

Gradually, a layer of misty golden light appeared on the top of the slate, and Fanlin saw that the writing slab began to melt, and all the **** patterns began to spread outward.

A person looked at everything in front of him in surprise, and these methods obviously exceeded everyone's imagination.

Fanlin felt that he was really eye-opening, surpassing Nicholas Lemay's alchemy, and the divine pattern of the theme of separation was still incomplete, and it could be stored in space for such a long time.

"The power of the gods." Dumbledore said, he was amazed and everything in front of him was beyond her ability.

The fusion and reorganization seemed to be coming to an end, a burst of divine golden light flashed, and all the brilliance was submerged in a weak scepter.

Fanlin saw that the priest was a little weak to grasp the scepter. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the chain quickly fixed the scepter.

After learning the previous lesson, Fanlin was afraid that this thing was flying out.

"Don't be nervous." The priest said, his figure was a little shaky.

"My old friend, you are all right," Dumbledore said, and he held the sacrifice with one hand.

"It's not as bad as I imagined~www.wuxiaspot.com~ These powers have given me some feedback, and my loss is not as serious as I imagined." The priest said, some golden light began to feed back from the scepter.

"This is, Port Key?" Fanlin asked, he was very puzzled, he felt a powerful force on this, the power of faith and the mixture of divinity.

"Ah, to be precise, this is the key to the second world, which is much stronger than the port key."

"Together with the Second Realm?" Fanlin wondered, "Parthenon is not in this world?"

"This world is not enough to hold, the real Parthenon is on a larger dark plane, the battlefield of the gods."

"Battlefield of the gods?" Several people said, which seemed surprising.

First, the gods and the enemies of the gods, and then the Book of Abraham and the World Tree, and then to Greece. This year seems to be a little too fulfilling. If you are not careful, legends like Dumbledore will be destroyed. Weili.

"I can choose not to go, Mr. Sacrifice."