Pinching the metal heraldic and shaking it, the dialect felt as if something was missing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info frowned and thought for a moment, then he suddenly pulled out a piece of leftover scraps from the dust bag that he had used to make witchcraft.

Laugh at!

An orange-red flame abruptly appeared in the palm of the dialect's hand.

However, it seems that the temperature is not enough, and this piece of leftover material left by unknown metal has not even changed a trace under the burning of the flame.

The dialect face is not different, as if it had been expected to be so. As soon as his mind moved, the surrounding fire elemental particles were immediately extracted by his spiritual power.

This place itself is a desert area, and the concentration of fire elemental particles is almost ten times higher than the concentration of other elemental particles, so the spiritual power of the dialect has just been adjusted, and the surrounding fire elemental particles are surging towards him.

And with the convergence of a large number of fire elemental particles, the color of the flame in the palm of the dialect's hand also began to change.

Pure Orange ...... Golden Orange ...... Golden...... It wasn't until the color of the flame in his palm changed to white with a hint of blue that Fang Yan stopped moving.

"1,500 degrees Celsius should be enough."

The dialect muttered.

Sure enough, when the color of the flame in Fang Yan's hand turned blue-white, the scrap he held in his palm quickly melted.

After a few minutes, Fang Yan gripped a belt made entirely of metal threads.

Click!

He took the metal crest and fastened it to the buckle of his belt, which looked like it was just the right fit.

"Whew~"

Fastening his belt and pulling his backpack tight, Fang Yan exhaled deeply and walked in the direction of the temple with a determined look in his eyes.

……

Click, click,

The sound of muffled footsteps resounded in the empty environment.

In front of the temple square, in the middle of the corridor of tall stone pillars, Fang Yan walked slowly and vigilantly observed his surroundings.

From the first step into the temple confines, the dialect faintly sensed that something seemed to be watching him with his eyes.

This feeling made Fang Yan feel furious for a while, but even if he turned his perception to the maximum, he still didn't find any other life around him except himself.

In the same way, he did not encounter any danger along the way.

But just because you don't encounter danger doesn't mean you don't have it!

Fang Yan looked around with a serious expression, and used his mental strength to try to soothe the shivering Elume in her backpack.

The dangers or magic that may exist in the temple have too much impact on the magical beasts of Elume. Almost every time he took a step closer to the depths of the temple, Fang Yan could feel the uneasiness and fear in Elume's heart, which was even heavier than before!

This also puts a lot of pressure on the dialect's heart.

The unknown is always more disturbing than the known fear.

The dialect is actually a revisit, but when he walked out of here, it was far less weird than it is now. I don't know what happened here in the years since he left the world of Harry Potter.

Either way, the goal of the dialect is clear, and that is the stone chamber hidden behind the idol of the main temple of the temple!

Walking slowly down the aisles of the temple square, where the dialect came into view, there were towering buildings made of black boulders everywhere, and even the bricks and stones under his feet were also made of the same material.

There is not a single trace of greenery and no signs of animal presence here.

Although the entire temple complex looks brand new, it gives a sense of lifeless silence.

Suddenly, Fang Yan's footsteps stopped, and his eyes were drawn to a piece of broken masonry a few meters in front of him. In the surroundings of a brand new environment, an inexplicable piece of broken masonry looks extremely dazzling.

What's more, when he left the temple, there was no rubble here.

Fang Yan pondered for a moment, but still walked over with his feet raised, but the vigilance in his heart had already been mentioned to the highest. Even his slightly curled palm was faintly glowing with a black sorcery glow.

After a few steps in front of the gravel, and after repeatedly making sure that there was no danger around, Fang Yan bent down to pick up a piece of gravel and held it in his hand to observe.

The stone looks ordinary, the same material as the surrounding buildings, but the dialect shows something unusual about it.

"It's a good ...... of negative energy"

Fang Yan frowned, and tentatively pinched the stone, only to find that the stone, which should have been extremely hard, was now as fragile as if it had been eroded over millions of years.

Letting go of his palm, a fine stream of black stone dust quietly fell to the ground.

The expression on Fang Yan's face became serious again, and he seemed to have guessed what it was just now, and then looked at him with his gaze.

……

Half an hour later, Fang Yan finally reached the door of the main hall of the temple. Just as he remembered, two wide stone doors, almost ten meters high, were half-hidden at the entrance to the main hall.

Without further hesitation, Fang Yan raised his feet and stepped directly through the threshold. But the faint flickering aura of various protective witchcraft on his body showed the importance he attached to this place in his heart.

It turns out that there is nothing wrong with the caution of the tongue!

Burst!!

As soon as he stepped into the hall of the main hall, his expression changed drastically, because the protective witchcraft on his body was shattered in an instant.

This means that in just that moment, the dialect has been attacked twice.

"What people!!" Fang Yan jerked his head back, trying to see what had attacked him.

But before he could see who was behind him, a dull pressure hit his back hard.

Rumble!!!

Fang Yan only felt a huge shock all over his body, his back was numb, and the whole person was hit hard by a strong force. It felt like being hit by a car on the highway.

Boom!!

He was directly knocked into the air for more than ten meters, and slid out of the distance with a hiss.

"Damn!!"

Fang Yan hurriedly got up, he didn't suffer any damage on his body, although he was powerful just now, there were really enough protective witchcraft attached to his body, and it had not reached the level of threatening his life.

But being attacked by the enemy several times in a row, he didn't even see the shadow of the enemy, which couldn't help but make Fang Yan's heart angry, and his eyes looked fiercely at the place where he had just stood.

"Uh...... No one? ”

Fang Yan's face was a little stunned, but near the place where he had just stood, there was no trace of any living existence. Except for the two stone statues of the guards who have been guarding the entrance of the main hall...... Stone?

As if thinking of something, Fang Yan's face couldn't help but become strange, and his eyes were fixed on the two guard statues.