Chapter 367 Fear Never Ends

Ivan was panting on the ground, and Gryffindor looked at him with a smile. ??

"Where's the evil god?" He glanced down, but saw nothing.

Around the platform, countless clouds were rolling, covering everything on the Moon Temple.

A dark cloud drifted past, passing directly through the bodies of Ivan and Gryffindor, their figures were looming, like a dream, and the mist made everything unreal.

"It's gone, you beat it!" said Gryffindor softly.

"But I didn't do anything, my magic didn't work on it, and I haven't destroyed the wooden statue that summoned it." Ivan said puzzled.

"You don't need to do anything, as long as you come here, you have passed the challenge." Gryffindor smiled, took out a bright red stone from his arms and handed it to Ivan, "You are the best I have ever seen Little wizard, catch this Philosopher's Stone, it is yours now!"

Looking at the Philosopher's Stone shining with soft light, a trace of longing flashed across Ivan's face.

He stretched out his hand forward, and stopped suddenly just when his fingertips were about to touch the Philosopher's Stone.

The sudden warning in his heart made him restrain his desire.

Something seemed wrong, and he remembered that Gryffindor had told himself before that Voldemort had left a spell on the Philosopher's Stone.

But he didn't even mention it now, and why did he give himself the Philosopher's Stone in the illusion instead of teleporting him back to the real world? !

In front of him, Gryffindor always had a smile on his face, looking so unnatural.

That smile was not so much the elder's kind smile as a restrained ridicule.

In the cloud and mist, the corners of his mouth raised exaggeratedly to both sides, becoming more and more uncoordinated, as if that appearance was not what a human being should have...

A burst of coolness hit, Ivan swallowed, and subconsciously clenched his wand with his right hand.

"What are you waiting for, catch this Sorcerer's Stone, you will gain unimaginable power, it will help you become the most powerful wizard, believe me..." Obviously close at hand, but Gran Fendo's voice seemed to come from far away.

Ivan heard clearly, these voices echoed in his mind.

When he mentioned strength, Ivan was almost sure that this guy was a fake.

Gryffindor never said these words, he always emphasized that strength is not the most important thing.

The challenge is not over yet, you must destroy the evil god's wooden statue.

The evil god who had turned into Gryffindor was still smiling, but the atmosphere became more and more depressed.

Its laughter sounded in the deepest part of Ivan's heart, getting louder and louder, accompanied by the beating frequency of the heart, boom, boom, boom...

Ai Wen felt that his heart was about to burst from the sound of torture, and some kind of liquid flowed out from his nostrils and eye sockets.

His magic power began to scatter, and all the strength in his body was frantically resisting.

Ivan panted, holding the hard wand, raised his right hand diagonally upwards, and a light green spell of light spewed out, passing through the body of Gryffindor in front of him.

He has no substance, but a phantom phantom.

"Young human wizard, you rejected me and made the most stupid decision."

Gryffindor took a step forward, his face contorted, his mouth opening at an increasing angle.

Countless pieces of green mucus and flesh and blood fell out of it, his body was rapidly expanding, and rotten tentacles emerged, like the most terrifying nightmare.

The tentacles moved forward slowly, as if they wanted to touch Ivan's skin.

"Call God to guard!" Ivan shouted loudly.

The silver patron saint hovered out, and the bright white mist blocked the two of them.

"Young human wizard, you still don't understand the true meaning of magic, you have never suffered the pain of the collapse of the world, you are just the most humble existence in this world."

Gryffindor's face completely turned into the appearance of an evil god, his tentacles swayed and slapped on the light screen, and he said crazy and meaningless words in his mouth, "Sad ants, you are just a puppet in the hands of a puppet. In the face of the strength of the world, I struggle uselessly..."

Aiwen increased the transmission of magic power, and the depressed time passed for a few seconds, or centuries, and then he suddenly realized that he should run.

Regardless of the evil god in front of him, he no longer cared about the surrounding environment, and continued to go up the narrow hollow stairs next to the platform, rushing forward.

Through the thick fog of light, the back of the thick tentacles of the evil god continued to slap, with crazy strength, becoming more and more ruthless and cold, as if to slap Wen's body in half.

Aiwen panted, and on the small table at the top, he saw a dull wooden statue, which was the appearance of the evil god shrunk countless times, like the root of some kind of plant.

Without thinking about it, he waved his wand, and the red spell light flashed past.

Unexpectedly, the wooden statue shattered, turning into little stars and dissipating in the air.

The crazy voice of the evil god gradually faded away, but it still came over clearly, "Sad lamb, you defeated me in the illusion, but you didn't know that you were entering another even more terrifying illusion. The fear is like a shadow, and it will never disappear. It never ends..."

The surrounding gradually quieted down, and when Ivan raised his head, he saw Gryffindor standing in front of him smiling again.

He took a step back in surprise, and raised the wand in his hand vigilantly, but Gryffindor waved his hand indifferently, with a wider smile on his face.

"Don't do this, Ivan!" He said with a smile, "That guy disappeared, and now there are only two of us here."

"How do you guarantee that you are the real Gryffindor, and not that evil god pretending to be?" Ivan asked hesitantly, his whole body was extremely cold.

His heart was beating so hard that he could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality, and he felt that he was about to be driven crazy.

"I can't prove anything, because I never really existed. I'm just a part of this phantom magic, a piece of consciousness left here." Gryffindor said with a smile. recognition. Whether you want to believe it or not, I still want to tell you that you passed the challenge."

The first time I heard this sentence, I was pleasantly surprised, but now it sounds completely terrified.

Gryffindor didn't seem to be surprised by Ivan's performance, he waved his hand, "I know you have a lot of doubts, in fact, the evil god you saw did not exist in real history. Luckier than you, when he rushed to the top of the temple, the evil ritual was not yet completed, and he managed to stop everything."

"Then what just appeared?" Ivan asked panting.

"As you can see, it was conceived and deduced by me, and displayed in front of you with the power of magic." Gryffindor said with a smile, as if explaining a trivial matter, "in the real world , The so-called evil god did not come to the mortal world in the end, it just became angry at the last moment, used all its strength to break through the void, and split the magic stone I left in two, that's all." (To be continued.)