Zhang Xiaolin had a dream.

She dreamed that she had become a seed.

But it's the kind of shriveled embryo that doesn't even count as a dead seed.

In a world without soil, rain and dew, and without warmth, it struggles painfully.

She seemed to see that she had stretched out the shoots, and she had worked hard and tried her best, but there seemed to be a big hand in Minmin, which was holding scissors, and easily cut off the shoots that she had so hard to stretch.

It seemed to ask her to look like the other person expected.

Naturally, she couldn't fulfill the other party's wishes, and she pulled out new sprouts again and again.

Then it was cut off, she grew again, and then it was cut off again.

Year after year, time seemed to pass, so long that she realized that she seemed to have lost something precious.

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"Are you really that relieved?"

Inside the palace.

In a palace called Zichen Palace.

Two sorcerers in light robes sat on the Taishi's chair, playing games and talking.

"Didn't Albus also send his most proud disciple too?" The master picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, put it down, and then fell from the chess jar. "If he's not worried, why should I be worried?"

"She's my best student, do you think Xiao Lin is worse than others?"

"Everything in the Divine Grant Tower is unknown to us." Professor Zhang Qingqiu said with worry on his face, "Even Dumbledore can't know everything. Otherwise, the Battle of the Poseidon would not have happened. ”

"I believe her." The Master again played chess and fell.

“.”

Zhang Qingqiu raised his head, his brows furrowed slightly. "Your trust is terrifying."

"The Camelot has been missing for days, the Federation's search team has not found a clue, and we need to prepare for the worst."

"Qingqiu—" The master raised his head and said gently, "Everything in the world, every sip and drink, seems to be doomed in the dark.

But it's all about our choices! ”

In the hall, a three-zhang high bronze tripod furnace is emitting hot smoke, and a fragrance comes to the nose.

It seems to be made of green steel, and its surface is engraved with many strange runes, each of which reveals a vast aura.

The Master calmly continued, "It is our own choice to express our true self, and this is more important than our ability. ”

"Do you know anything?" Professor Zhang Qingqiu asked urgently.

"No—I don't have that talent." A smile filled the Master's face, "But some of those old guys in Chengtian Palace are proficient in the I Ching. ”

"I trust Xiao Lin - it is because of the fate she carries, she has chosen to be herself in the endless reincarnation, as long as she sticks to this belief, she can have the power to defeat the gods."

"You're playing pantomime, and—I hate it the most." Professor Zhang Qingqiu said dissatisfiedly.

"Haha- I know, but you don't, it's so happy." The Master burst out laughing heartlessly.

Professor Zhang Qingqiu, who was watching, had bruises on his forehead.

"Okay—" Seeing that his old partner was about to flare up and lift his chessboard, the master quickly stopped laughing, "The kid will come back safely." I promise you.

Besides, I gave her something as I left.

Those things will protect her. ”

"Really? What did you give? Professor Zhang Qingqiu forcibly held back the twitching of the corners of his mouth, squeezed out a smile, and said gently.

"Me?"

"I-gave her all the Chang'an Taixue!"

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Zhang Xiaolin's dream is intermittent.

The scene jumps quickly.

Many familiar images appeared and disappeared, repeatedly, as if she were watching some kind of remixed video.

A soft, ethereal voice sounded in my ears, like a goddess's cappella.

And then - she opened her eyes.

I saw a sea of lilac.

A swimming fish swam past her.

The scorching golden light cast a faint markings on its ray-like form.

The light outlines the light purple sea with stars, like the remaining lights of a dying world.

Zhang Xiaolin stood up and looked at the sea in front of her.

The swimming fish swung against a tide of nothingness, purple flesh cutting through the water.

It's like cutting through a mirror.

Countless swimming fish jumped to the surface of the water, like sparks shining in front of you.

With a 'poof', he sank into the water again.

The light also dissipated instantly.

The girl was shocked by the beauty of the scenery before her, and suddenly she felt something weigh heavily on her heart.

Countless thoughts swirled through her mind, pushing her to the brink of imminent madness.

Miss Zhang had to close her eyes.

He looked around with his peripheral vision.

High in the sky are false stars, and beneath our feet are endless oceans.

No one else was present but her, not even the remnants of her left hand that belonged to Mr. Basil.

She took a deep breath and turned her heart aside.

It was clear that the other party was coming for her, and she had isolated the others from other places in order to fight her head-on one-on-one.

The girl tightened the folding fan in her hand, fortunately, the wand was still there, and Zhang Xiaolin couldn't help but be happy.

While most spellcasts without a wand have no problem at all with her spell level, casting spells with a wand in hand is always smoother and easier.

At this moment, ripples suddenly rippled in the lilac sea.

The swimming fish began to converge, retract, twist—coalesce and shrink into something more recognizable.

They were reassembled into a single oval sphere that resembled a human head.

Then the body, and finally the limbs.

After a while, two figures fell silently and hung in front of her.

It was the image of two young wizards.

One has short red hair, a boy, and looks younger.

The other had long black hair and was a girl, who was relatively older.

The two men were dressed in delicate and precious ecclesiastical garments. He wears a crown in the shape of a sacred tree, one black and one white, and holds a long sword.

"What's that?" Zhang Xiaolin frowned, put the folding fan in her hand against her chest, and looked at the two in front of her cautiously.

"Absconding—" the two servants said at the same time, "I will put your judgment on you." ”

"Huh?" Miss Zhang frowned, looking at the two divine servants with confused eyes.

"I am in control of life—I am the blade of Ionia."

"I control death—I am Diana's blade."

Servant of the Gods of Life, take the lead in attacking.

His long sword shone brightly, and the color of platinum was like the sun, and a sword slashed like the sun shining.

Miss Zhang just glanced at it, and knew that she would never be able to escape, so she simply didn't escape.

The folding fan slowly opened, and the sea water suddenly rose, erecting dozens of feet thick waves in front of it.

Although light can shine on all things, it cannot illuminate the bottom of the sea.

"The Thunder has beckoned—"

At the moment of resisting the Servant of Life, a dazzling lightning bolt jumped across the water and instantly hit the Servant of Life. The lightning that could tear through the sky struck it in the chest with an irresistible force.

Although the long sword of the Servant of Life could cut through the darkness, it was powerless under the thunder, and he was hit back a few steps by the thunderbolt, and the white-gold sword almost fell out of his hand.

In the next second, the Servant of the God of Death suddenly plunged the black sword into the Sea of Light Purple.

In an instant, countless hideous vines came out of the bottom of the sea, and in an instant, they wrapped around Zhang Xiaolin's legs.

"So fast!" Miss Zhang was startled, and then immediately cast a spell, "Emperor Yan—"

A fire tornado is born from beneath your feet.

Fill her body.

The vines were burned clean.

Then, she swung her folding fan upwards in the air.

In the folding fan, the two Kunpeng immediately spread their wings and soared into the sky.

Zhang Xiaolin stands on top of Kunpeng.

His eyes looked coldly at the two divine servants on the sea.

Those two men—she was somewhat familiar, seemed to have seen them somewhere.

Like a newspaper?

The red hair reminded her of Ron Weasley, who had appeared in the "Chang'an Mansion Newspaper" before.

Black-haired, the American witch named Koyatl?

But after thinking about it for a moment, she felt that she was delusional.

The two men must have been in England, thousands of kilometers away.

This man and woman, one red and one black.

It must be the poor man who fell into the hands of the gods before.

Just like them, they were swallowed up by the maelstrom.

Now, the gods have seized their bodies and fought with themselves.

"In that case, let me free the hero."

Zhang Xiaolin squatted on the forehead of one Kunpeng and controlled the other to lean down to harass the two divine servants.

And she began to accumulate her magic.

Silent magic flowed slowly over her folding fan.

And the Kunpeng, who leaned down, launched an attack on the divine servants.

The wings that are more than a thousand miles away, with a single wave, can incite gusts of hurricanes.

The hurricane was like a series of sword blades, slashing at the male and female servants one after another.

After the two servants lost their minds for a moment, their bodies were cut open by the hurricane, and in the blink of an eye, as if they had been slashed by countless blades, their clothes and their flesh were greatly damaged.

Miss Zhang's eyelids jumped on the other Kunpeng - it won't be that simple!

She thought to herself.

Sure enough, as if to verify her thoughts, after a few breaths, all the injuries on the two divine servants disappeared. It's as if it never existed.

The Servant of Death plunged the black greatsword into the sea again, and then, countless vines emerged from the sea like a ladder, they intertwined, bound and spread, and in an instant bound the bent Kunpeng.

The Servant of the God of Life jumped up the vine ladder and walked quickly.

The sword in his hand lit up with the sun's brilliance again.

The brilliant scorching sun slashed down with a sword.

The sword light went straight into Kunpeng's body for dozens of feet.

"Woo-woo"

The giant beast that covered the sky let out a mournful roar.

It then rapidly decreases at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

The Divine Servant swung two more swords, and the speed of the giant beast shrank even faster.

Eventually, it became the size of a koi fish again.

The bridge of vines was still spreading upward, almost to the height of Kunpeng, where Miss Zhang was.

Seeing this, Miss Zhang's face was solemn, but she was still unmoved.

Even though the Kunpeng beneath her had been battered and had begun to shrink, she was still condensing her magic.

Finally, the servant of God had arrived in front of her.

Miss Zhang immediately jumped directly from the sky without hesitation.

The howling wind roared in her ears.

The moment she fell into the sea, her cold voice suddenly sounded, "Source Stream, Flowing Sea." ”

The folding fan shoots a spell and hits the sea below.

In the next second, the sea roared. Like an enraged beast.

Countless streams of water, seven horizontal and eight vertical, rushed towards the god servant of death like fangs and claws.

The waves more than a dozen feet high turned into chains, embedded in the divine servants over and over again.

This is not a water prison.

The creatures that are bound in the cross-current are always receiving the impact of the water from all directions and directions, which is faster and more ferocious than the water of Niagana Falls, and the wizards who are accused in it will be washed away by the current in ten seconds, just like opening a thick book, uncovering human skin page by page, and finally flesh and blood.

The Servant of Death, the black-haired girl, was even more fragile than Zhang Xiaolin had imagined, although she almost immediately wrapped herself in silent vines, trying to force herself to resist the past, but how could the vines resist the erosion of the sea - in just ten seconds, the vines cracked, and then they were instantly regained, and her body was a pool of blood in a few seconds.

The rest of the servants of the gods of life.

Jump from a high altitude with her.

"Poof" - Zhang Xiaolin fell into the crosscurrent.

In an instant, the current of water became her protective shield, and the sword light that sailed towards her was washed away by the flowing water, and the servant of the god who was immediately following also fell into the crosscurrent.

His fate was not much better than that of his companions.

In the blink of an eye, it was torn into a pool of blood by the stream of water coming from all directions.

"Hmph—this girl doesn't believe that she can be resurrected like this."

Looking at the intricate flow of water in the purple sea, Miss Zhang sneered.

Resurrection? What a resurrection of you!

The bodies of the two divine servants have become one with the sea.

If this could be resurrected, then she would have directly thrown her wand and collapsed on this sea of light purple without fighting.

I surrendered outright.

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Origin Magic, Calamity, Crossing the Sea—lasted a full seven or eight minutes.

After Zhang Xiaolin was sure that the other party would not be resurrected, the magic was terminated.

Fortunately, her magic power far surpassed that of others, otherwise after casting such an exaggerated spell, ordinary people would have fainted with exhaustion.

The sea is calm again.

Miss Cheung stood on the surface of the sea, and for some reason the water was very shallow for her, reaching only her calf.

She gasped and straightened, her eyes looking around for fear something else might happen.

There are no creatures around.

Just as she relaxed a little, suddenly she felt a tightness under her feet.

Then a huge bonith came out of the water, and she was standing on its back.

"Is this going to- where to take me?"

Zhang Xiaolin did not refuse.

No matter what's ahead, it's a big deal anyway - eighteen years later, this girl is a good man again-ah-no-hero!

The bonito slowly flicked its tail and carried Zhang Xiaolin forward on the lilac sea.

She is not the only one on the sea, but also all kinds of monstrous twisted monsters with her, boundless.

Void bonifish travel in schools.

From time to time – some dark-looking creatures will emerge from underwater. Strange eyes. Evil everywhere.

Nowhere is there a complete image, as if the inspiration is lost halfway through. It seems that what it desperately wants is - wholeness!

After about seven minutes of walking.

An island suddenly appeared in the distant sea.

It is said that it is an island, but in fact, it should be called a meteor that falls into the sea.

Shattered meteorites smashed all over the ground.

It's like a reef, densely packed.

If a human sails a sailboat, no matter how good the captain's skills are, he will surely run aground and sink.

Luckily, the bonito wasn't a sailboat, it writhed and deftly dodged the rubble.

Finally, the bonites stopped in front of the largest meteorite on the surface of the sea. Then it sank into the sea.

Zhang Xiaolin raised her head, and from a distance, she saw that there seemed to be an obelisk on the hill-like meteorite.

The black tower wasn't obvious in this dim setting, but she was sure it was an obelisk.

It looked like the one they were digging in Australia.

"Click-"

Suddenly, a flash of blue and white lightning struck from the base of the meteorite.

Miss Zhang's pupils constricted, and she subconsciously raised the folding fan.

"Iron Armor"

After barely fending off the attack, her attention finally fell on the man who had sneaked up on her.

"It's-"

Zhang Xiaolin's eyes widened.

His face was in utter disbelief.

In the distance stood an old man in his sixties and seventies.

His hair was gray and his face was wrinkled.

Dressed in a black wizard's robe, the hem of the robe fluttered gently with his steps, a gray shirt, black pants, and a pair of leather boots.

Looking at his eyes, revealing a kind of uninhibited and wild, a cynical smile hung on the corner of his mouth, as if mockery, as if contempt.

"Grindelwald!"

Zhang Xiaolin's voice trembled a little, and she didn't believe that the real Grindelwald would appear here!

Then the person in front of him must be an impostor.

But why did the gods pretend to be Grindelwald?

Just to scare yourself?

That should become the image of the Master, at least then he will be a little shaken.

As for Grindelwald, although she had heard a lot of stories about the legendary wizard from Winston, she had never seen him in person, only seen his pictures in the newspapers.

Fear is a lie to say that there is none, after all, it is a powerful wizard that has swept Europe, but if you are very afraid, then it is not.

In short, this enemy, his attack method is closer to that of a wizard, which is much more difficult to deal with than the previous two divine servants.

Wait—Servant of God?

So, the images of the two former servants are also fake identities of other people?

So those two little wizards really went on like that?

Zhang Xiaolin shook her head and gathered her scattered thoughts.

"Before you fight, don't you report yourself? A six-eared macaque with someone else's face on top of it. She said in a deep voice.

"Supreme Will - Ionia."

The wizard with Grindelwald's face said with a hideous expression.

"Ionia?" Miss Zhang raised her eyebrows, "What kind of name is this, why does it sound so strange, and this name should be a woman's name, right?" ”

"Forget it." Miss Zhang waved her hand, "So, why are you pretending to be Mr. Grindelwald?" ”

"I—willing!"

(End of chapter)