Chapter 409

Sylby's calm words were heard in Hoffman, but could not be conveyed to his heart. Because other noises are so terrible, they are not only louder than ever, more exaggerated, but also more arrogant and domineering.

In the past, he was just the voice of tens of thousands of sober wizards. This time, he was the voice of hundreds of millions of irrational dream makers.

The collective will is so strong that it almost drowns Hoffa's rationality.

He was writhing and crawling, drooling like an Alzheimer's patient. Like epilepsy, twitching like a roasted lobster, the whole person twisted indescribable. It seems that it's not sylby who's cursed by Slytherin at the moment, it's him.

Sylby came to Hoffa and pressed his neck.

"Kill... Kill... He...!" Hoffa grabs out ten bloodstains on the ground and unconsciously repeats: "kill... Kill... Kill him..."

"Now you see," said Silby, sitting down beside Hoffa, as if to himself, "how painful it is that I have been able to hear the voices of these people since I was a child. I have spent every day for a thousand years like this."

In the huge voice of despair, Hoffa struggles to look up at Silby, who has almost four fuzzy figures. He tried his best to hear his hazy voice clearly: "let's go. Now it's time to leave. Fifty years later, your adventure is over. If you want to go, just nod your head, and I'll let the God of dreams send you back, just as you did when you came back. "

"Kill... Him..."

Hoffa groaned bitterly, suddenly reached out and grabbed Silby's cheek. His sharp nails were deeply embedded in his skin and made him scratch flesh and blood. He didn't know why he wanted to hold on to Silby, as if it could pass his pain on to him, so as to alleviate his own pain.

Silby was not moved. He took Hoffa's hand away and continued: "you can look down on the foolish beings. You can choose to live in seclusion after you know the essence of all things, or you can stay..."

PA!!

Sylby's words were suddenly interrupted by a violent blow. Hit him on the nose, hit him off guard, tilted his head, turned to the ground.

Hoffa stumbled up from the ground, his confused eyes twinkling with a clear vision. In extreme pain, he retreated away from Silby's bewitching words.

Yes, countless adventures made his nerves very strong, and countless wandering on the edge of life and death made him experienced and sophisticated. Hoffa understood that he could not fight against this force alone, and he had to get help from others to offset this extremely crazy irrational attack. At this moment, his tough nature almost moved Selby.

He retreated and meditated in his heart,

I need help... I need help... I need help...

with the meditation in his heart, the heart flow mantra instantly transmitted his voice to the mind of every sober wizard on the planet.

Those witches, who had been favored by Hoffa in the rebellion of sleepwalkers, were willing to believe that he was the Savior and listen to him.

...

underground in London.

Yinduo, the goblin, is reading the account book obsessively. Suddenly, he wakes up, looks at the believers who have received the money and asks, "do you hear his voice?"

"I hear you! I hear you The wizard who was counting money for the goblin got excited one by one. They cried out, "I hear you. He needs help!"

Then they ran around like headless flies, anxiously saying, "how can we help him? He has helped us so much!"

"Wait!" Indor clapped the table and called out to the agitated wizard, "I have a way!"

The restless witches stopped one after another and looked at Endor with puzzled eyes. The goblin coughed and said seriously, "let's transfer money!"

For a moment.

"Ah! You're kidding, Goblin A wizard angrily questioned him. He held up a pile of gold gallon in his hand. "How can we give him gold? Besides, the market has collapsed. What's the use of asking for money?"

Other sorcerers thought so, they agreed with the Sorcerer's point of view, and believed that the goblin had fallen into the money's eye and was out of his mind.

"Shut up

The goblin gave a big drink, and his small body even showed the courage of a financial tycoon. He kicked away the gold around him and scolded: "stupid, in the turbulent times, only credit is the only currency! So we just have to trust him. "

With that, the greedy goblin was pious and prayed. An invisible heart line immediately links between Hoffa and the goblin.

...

in the colony of Calcutta, India.

ADBE goshak was talking about the plantation with a group of monks and witches. Suddenly, his heart moved and he asked his companions in a loud voice, "do you hear Bach's voice?"His companions nodded: "he needs help. How can we help him?"

Adebayor is also very confused and anxious. He hears Hoffa's voice, but he can feel that the boy is thousands of miles away. What can he do?

At this time, an old monk came to Adebayor with rosary beads, followed by a group of young monks. The monks who were rescued by Hoffa in the turmoil put their hands together, showing an extremely devout look.

The old monk said to adebe in Sanskrit, "before destruction comes, give your heart to Shiva, and Brahma will be born from the lotus."

After that, he took the monks to sit down one after another and put on strange yoga postures. They sat cross legged and raised their hands up. Invisible white lines merged their heartbeat with the universe.

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hummingbird mountain in Peru.

Bandaged all over his body, inhanio, the tribal chief lying on the bed, is grinning and panting, and his three wives are changing his dressing. Suddenly, his ears pricked and he heard something. He immediately pushed away his wife, who had changed his dressing, sat up and listened.

After listening for a moment, he confirmed the source of the voice, and immediately became excited. He was so excited that, regardless of Miranda's seriously injured body, he screamed and burst out of his tree house in tears. He opened his arms in the sky and said something, and his people followed him.

The crystal clear and white magic floated out of their hearts and floated to unknown places along the spiritual net constructed by the heart flow mantra.

...

at the bottom of the tower, Dumbledore and grindevo, who were beaten by the curse, stopped at the same time. Dumbledore listened for a moment and asked, "do you hear me?"

Grindevo nodded in the dark.

He needs help. Dumbledore said: "last time I didn't help him, this time I won't be absent again."

Greendevo said: "since we are common students, I agree with you. But this is the only time. "

That said, grindevoir and Dumbledore raised their wands at the same time.

Two huge spiritual forces go up the tower and join the spiritual network constructed by the heart flow mantra.

...

and in the middle of the tower, one armed osivia is covered with blood. She is half human and half snake. Under her waist, she is wrapped around a giant Birdman who collapsed and died. The Birdman's whole body is twisted into twist by osivia's huge snake tail.

After hearing Hoffa's voice, she slowly released the bird man's body, sat down and said to herself, "I hope it's not like last time." Then she closed her eyes and let Hoffa's spiritual tentacles link with her spirit.

Magic, like a stream, flies up the net of spirit.

...

at the top of the tower, where the steps disappear, Miranda and Miller are entangled. Miranda is out of breath, and her younger brother has been beaten black and blue by her.

Although Miller fell into a disadvantage in the battle, Miranda had no way to deal with him, because this time, no matter how she tried to persuade him, Miller was determined to separate from her and never wanted to return to her again.

However, in their stalemate, Hoffa's voice came into their ears at the same time.

Miranda was stunned, distracted in the confrontation, and was immediately hit in the face by Miller.

She turned back, grabbed Miller's wrist, and said angrily, "don't fight in a hurry, do you hear me?"

"Yes, so what? What's the matter with me?" Miller said angrily.

"Help him. If it wasn't an emergency, he wouldn't ask for help." Miranda, as always, said in a commanding tone.

"I don't know!" Miller screamed, "I don't want to help that white eyed wolf. He doesn't belong to you at all. What are you still thinking about?"

Miranda turned her eyes and said two words in Miller's ear, which were very secret. But Miller's face changed after hearing this, and he didn't want to fight with Miranda any more. Instead, he sat down and willingly offered his magic and spirit to the man at the top of the tower.

...

at the top of the ten thousand meter tower, Hoffa heard the response from others. He took a deep breath and puffed up his chest.

This action is like a long whale sucking water. The magic and spiritual energy flying to him and into his body. At first, they trickle like a stream, then they flow like a river, and finally, they rush into Hoffa's body along the invisible spiritual network!

This is the last, the most magnificent and the most thorough operation of the flow mantra. It doesn't even need Hoffa to recite so, so his mind will automatically enter the flow state. His spiritual power spread all over the world like lightning, and built a huge and invisible spiritual network in the world.

With the blessing of the spiritual giant net, his power is magnified by ten times, hundreds of times, thousands of times and thousands of times!"Drink it!"

He roared and stood up like a giant!

Endless power emerged from his four limbs, and his eyes were like real white light. The overflowing white magic lifted him up out of thin air. At this moment, the irrational voice was completely isolated. At this moment, he surpassed everything, even the gods!

Sylby's long red hair was blown up by the power and danced wildly in the air. His face was clear, sad, lucky and sad, but in the end, he returned to peace.

The God of dreams floats restlessly in the sky. He looks at the man in the white light and wants to leave, away from Hoffa, which is like the most unstable bomb. However, Silby holds the magic wand firmly and does not let it out of control.

Floating in the strong white light, Hoffa lost his mind for a short time, for the power above all. However, he soon realized that this was the responsibility entrusted to him.

"Now, listen to me..." he said, hoping to deliver the sound to those who are restless and just out of their dreams.

But no one paid attention to his warning. The Mahua people who woke up from the dream were still in a panic like the frightened sheep. They ran around in despair to vent their emotions.

"Now, listen to me!"

He said aloud, using that huge mental field to shout to the world.

But there is still no response, after a short pause, the world is still in a hurry, such as the end of the world.

Then Hoffa growled more angrily: "now! Listen to me! "

This time, his spiritual field expanded to the limit, and his spiritual tentacles pierced everyone in the chaos. With the extremely powerful spiritual power, the crazy and violent Muggles were quiet. They listened to the listeners, listening to the sudden voice.

On the platform of ten thousand meters, Hoffa stood up, looked up to the sky and screamed: "stop it all!"

At this moment, the spiritual network constructed by him and the sober wizard instantly spread all over the world, connecting everyone's thinking and consciousness. That fanatical irrationality, like a running bull, a very wild horse, is tamed to the ground by the most tenacious cowboy and severely suppressed!

Heart flow Mantra at this moment, has been enlarged to the limit! That's the power of almost all sober wizards in the world. It's huge and almost unspeakable. The world's war and panic, in this moment, was suppressed by a legal person. Muggles and witches all over the world are under his control, no longer fighting each other.

Hundreds of millions of people looked up and stepped forward, as if waiting for Hoffa's next order.

But Hoffa can't give any more orders.

He only has the first half of the mantra, and doesn't know the whole part of it. Although he controlled the fratricidal world and built a huge heart net, this huge power in his hands is undoubtedly the source of destruction, the purest and most extreme source of destruction.

He looked down at sylby, blood pouring out of his seven orifices.

Sylbian looked at him, tilted his head, held out three fingers, then pulled back, and then pulled back.

Three

two

one

the countdown is over.

Hoffa's heart beat violently, and he felt as if there was something in his chest pounding fiercely. There was a fishy and salty smell in his throat, and his whole body was blazing hot, if he was soaked in the burning blood.

After he conquered the irrational voice, more, bigger, more terrifying, mighty magic and spirit poured into his body like a tide, which could not be stopped. This is not the power of all sober wizards, but the power of all wizards in the world.

Poof!

After he spewed out a stream of blood again, his body could not help bubbling one bubble after another freely, which made him look abnormal. In the bubble, there was boiling, endless, wild power! In this sea of magic, he gritted his teeth and insisted, hoping to calm it down, but it was only in vain.

His body can't help expanding, endless power in his body, want to find a vent. Just like what he did in Peru, Paris and Calcutta, this time is different. This time, the power is ten thousand times greater than any other time in the past. It is impossible to release it through mild means.

At this time, Silby came to him, and he stroked Hoffa's twisted, huge and deformed face. "Thank you. What you can do is done. I'll take the rest."

Hoffa looked at him with red eyes. "You... Will... Die..."

"we will all die, one day." Sylby laughed.

He looked at sylby's smiling face, his eyes blurred by something. He didn't want to give this power to Silby, but he knew that he had no choice. He didn't turn back. He couldn't turn back the moment he chose to use the flow mantra.

Finally, shaking, he reached out."The flow of heart... The unification of all methods"

the flow of heart