Chapter 135 Soul Division

The speed of the long sword was very fast, and it had already crossed hundreds of meters in just one second.

Such a fast speed could not be avoided by a pair of flesh feet even with the wind speed spell. At this critical moment, Mike pointed the wand in his hand at the ground under his feet, and an egg-sized red fireball flew out, hitting the ground and exploding.

"Boom!"

The explosion was not violent because Mike deliberately controlled the power, but because the distance was too close, the impact of the explosion still knocked Mike out.

Fortunately, the armor on Mike's body was still effective, and the explosion did not cause any harm to Mike, but only caused some cracks on the transparent shield on his body.

The long sword passed by Mike with a terrifying sound of breaking wind, and directly inserted into the stone door behind Mike. The sword body was completely immersed, leaving only the hilt outside. A corner of Mike's robe was only slightly touched by the gust of wind brought by the long sword, and instantly turned into rags all over the sky. Mike himself was also blown away by the air wave brought by the long sword.

"Bang!"

Mike hit the stone door behind him heavily, and the transparent shield on his body shattered into pieces, turning into a strand of light powder and disappearing into the air.

The white-haired man in the distance saw that his last blow did not kill Mike, and for the first time in ten thousand years, a regretful expression appeared on his face. He

shook his head slightly, sighed, and disappeared completely. With the disappearance of the white-haired man, the long sword on the stone door also turned into nothingness.

The disappearance of the white-haired man and the long sword seemed to have activated some kind of mechanism. The whole square shook violently, and the huge stone door next to Mike slowly opened in this vibration.

"Cough cough cough!"

When the vibration stopped, Mike struggled to sit up from the ground, only to feel a faint pain in his chest and abdomen, and a sweet and greasy taste in his throat wanted to burst out, so he knew that he had internal injuries.

Although the armor on his body protected him very well, the previous explosion and the collision with the stone door still caused some injuries to his internal organs. You know, the impact caused by blunt impact is something that armor cannot withstand.

Forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit blood, Mike touched his waist.

If the light gate this time really sent him here through some kind of transmission device, instead of testing him through an illusion like the previous times, his bag of traceless stretching spell should still be there.

Mike fumbled around his waist for a while, and when he touched a silk bag, Mike's face showed joy.

Sure enough, he was right. The bag of traceless stretching spell is still there!

With trembling hands, he took out a bottle of light green magic potion from the bag. This is the emerald magic potion that Mike prepared when he was preparing to enter the light gate trial for the first time. It is made of various medicinal materials such as white fresh, wind grass, and centipede. It has a strong healing effect on both external and internal injuries.

The taste of the Emerald Potion was very strange. The Weasley brothers who gave him the potion said that it was like a mixture of elephant booger and rhino urine. Mike didn't know what elephant booger and rhino urine tasted like, but he did understand what the Weasley brothers meant by the very strange taste. He

suppressed the urge to vomit and drank the whole bottle of Emerald Potion. The sweet taste in Mike's throat gradually dissipated.

After a short rest, Mike couldn't help but think of the mirror image just now.

No wonder none of the chosen ones in the past thousands of years could successfully complete the third trial. The strength of the mirror image was too strong.

What made Mike feel most heartbroken was the sword of victory and covenant that disappeared with the mirror image. Now that the hope of destroying the crown has been shattered, do I really have to wear the crown and fight to the death with the main soul of Ravenclaw inside?

Shaking his head to get rid of the distracting thoughts, there is still a Ravenclaw soul that Mike needs to deal with.

After moving his body and feeling that the dull pain in his chest and abdomen had completely disappeared, Mike moved his eyes to the stone door that had been opened.

The stone door that had been opened was completely dark. Unlike the darkness of the night, the darkness inside the stone door seemed to have magic power, and even the light in the square could not shine in.

Seeing this, Mike hesitated whether to go in. Humans are actually phototropic animals, and they have a natural repulsion to darkness. The darkness in the stone door in front of him gave Mike a very ominous feeling.

After hesitating again and again, Mike finally gritted his teeth and rushed into the endless darkness.

As soon as he rushed into the darkness, the scene of pitch-black did not appear as he imagined. What appeared in front of Mike was a familiar blue sea of ​​light.

Not far away, a beautiful woman with a raven on her shoulder was standing.

Mike suddenly felt very bad, because the appearance of this woman was very familiar to Mike, and it was exactly the appearance of Ms. Ravenclaw.

"Is this the soul of Ravenclaw?"

Thinking of this, Mike was ready to wave the wand in his hand to cast a killing curse on her.

But when he waved his hand suddenly, he found that his hand was empty. The blackthorn wood wand had disappeared.

The Ravenclaw soul not far away smiled when he saw this. A slender jade hand gently waved, and Mike was like being slapped hard, rolling and flying out.

The Ravenclaw soul stepped on the sexy cat steps to Mike's side and squatted down and said softly: "There is a road to heaven, but you don't take it. There is no door to hell, but you break in! Do you think I am really afraid of you?" After saying that,

the Ravenclaw soul stretched out her hand towards Mike's head.

Her hand seemed to have no entity and directly penetrated into Mike's brain. She seemed not satisfied, and gradually her whole person turned into a phantom and flew in.

"Buzz!"

Mike only felt his brain buzzing, and completely lost his perception of the outside world. The memories of Ravenclaw received during the first trial kept appearing in front of Mike like slides.

At first, the picture Mike saw was still blurry and incoherent, just like watching a PPT. But as all of Ravenclaw's souls entered his body, the images in front of Mike's eyes became clearer and more coherent. Everything that the little girl named Rowena Ravenclaw experienced in his memory began to overlap with Mike's own memories.

As Mike's own memories and Ravenclaw's memories continued to overlap, Mike couldn't help but question his own existence.

"Am I Rowena Ravenclaw?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Mike shook his head vigorously to deny this terrible idea. At the same time, Mike understood in his heart that if he really thought that he was Ravenclaw just now, his body might have been occupied by Ravenclaw's soul.