Chapter 210：

He had no choice but to use the transformation technique again to turn his feet into dragon claws.

The chill was offset now, and John stepped forward.

After some distance, he saw an ice sculpture.

"This is..." John saw the huge white dragon, which had already lost its life, and its body was frozen and covered with ice.

An unspeakable silence came, and John calmed down.

Looking up in the direction of the ice sculpture, on the wall of the glacier, fire dragons lost their lives.

They maintain their original form.

The chill hit him again, and he hurriedly used fire element magic to dispel the chill from his body.

"The dragons here are all frozen to death."

Thinking of what Heimdall said, the dragon that comes in never goes out, that's all.

With the soul fragment guiding him, he walked past the huge dragon ice sculpture.

A golden ball covered with frost appeared.

A room is hollowed out in the middle of the ball. Inside the room, the faint blue light seems to dissipate at any time.

The soul fragments stay outside the golden room.

John felt strange. This soul fragment gave him a sense of security and trust.

After hesitating for a while, he still did not use the Soul-Eating Curse to capture the soul, but looked towards the room.

This room is prepared for dragons, so it is very large.

The golden plant-like door is locked and cannot be entered, and the faint blue light comes out from the gap.

The surging magic power was dancing on the door, as if it was alive.

Seeing this, John thought: "It feels like that tree in a unicorn colony."

There is also a magical tree in the unicorn colony, where unicorns change their horns.

There are some similarities between the two. This golden building does not look like it could be created by a giant dragon.

John took out his wand, looked at the linked door locks, and said tentatively: "Alobomora"

The door lock moved but did not open.

"Isn't the level enough?"

He frowned, he had never practiced the unlocking spell.

Looking at the remaining two random points, John tried to recite the magic spell on the door lock again: "BlastingCurse"

There was an explosion, and a plume of black smoke floated from the door. As expected, it was not destroyed.

John sighed: "It seems that the only way to use the unlocking spell is to use it."

Glancing around, he saw a huge red dragon, motionless and turned into an ice sculpture.

It is the closest dragon to here and the furthest dragon walking on the ice path.

A cold wave hit, and his feet were covered with a layer of white frost.

John no longer hesitated and upgraded the lock-picking spell.

The unlocking spell has been upgraded from level 5 to level 6.

John uses the lock-picking spell: "Alobomora"

The door lock trembled, making jingling sounds as it kept hitting.

Finally, it stopped and did not open.

John frowned, still no?

He stepped forward and took a closer look. There were exquisite golden patterns on the lock, and there was a golden Möbius strip in the lock pin.

"time."

He looked solemn, what on earth is locked by time?

Picking up the wand, the golden sand on your wrist gathered into a golden wheel, like a clock.

The magic circle composed of circles and lines fell on the door lock, and John recited the spell again: "Alobomora"

At the same time as the lock is unlocked, the time lock pin collapses.

Under John's gaze, the door lock turned into golden particles and disappeared.

"No wonder so many giant dragons are freezing to death outside."

Time is a taboo. With time as a door lock, no one except John can open it.

"The taboo is a lock, so what's inside?"

At first, John came here for a mission, but now, as a wizard, his desire to explore the unknown exceeds the reward.

Pushing open the door, the golden room was unusually empty, as if one more thing would destroy the beauty inside.

On a simple table, a square box exudes a throbbing light.

But what he didn't expect was that there was a person here.

To be precise, he is not a human being.

It's an ice sculpture.

John's face tightened and he stepped forward cautiously.

The man had a young face and was a beautiful young man.

The wide wizard robe was different from the current style. His wizard robe looked like some kind of totem, and the white feathers made it into a shawl, which made John feel very familiar.

"Extis?!"

Seeing this person, John whispered.

He realized something was wrong.

"No, it's not him."

Staring at this face, it was exactly the same as Extis in the Gate of Things, but this was not Extis.

The ice sculpture does not have the evil feeling of Extis. On the contrary, it gives people a kind and kind feeling.

Such a feeling can actually appear in a young person, and it is not contradictory at all.

John looked at the ice sculpture carefully. The ice sculpture held an oak staff in its hand.

He held the staff with both hands, facing the box in the middle.

It seems to be resisting, or sealing the box.

"Who is it?"

John even had the urge to smash it into pieces and take out the people inside to take a closer look.

Fortunately, he held back.

Thinking of what Heimdall had said, he asked in surprise: "Is this the wizard Heimdall was talking about?"

No, that wizard should have left.

He taught Heimdall the prophecy that wizards should not be frozen here.

This matter was full of doubts, which made John's eyebrows ache.

"Ignore it for now."

He looked at the square box, which was surrounded by plants like the door.

The square box was sealed on the table, and John stepped forward.

A deadly cold snap breaks out from inside and is quickly absorbed by the plants.

"The glaciers here are all made of boxes?" A sense of absurdity and horror came to mind.

A box actually created a glacier?

What kind of magical power is this?

Can such magic be bound?

The system task has not been completed, which means that John has not completed the test.

This final test is probably the box.

John's face darkened. Is this something humans do?

If he was really the culprit who created the glacier, how could he pass the test?

Raising his right hand, the silver ring covered the entire arm, and five magic crystals surrounded the philosophy stone to convey magic power.

John tentatively stretched out his hand to touch the square box.

The moment your fingers touch,

A sudden mutation appears!

A huge wave of magic power shot out from the square box.

The magic power is injected into the philosophy stone through the limited gloves.

With John as the center, a circle of rippled magic spreads out.

The ice in contact shattered, as did the dragon's body at the door.

"not good!"

The spread of magic power continues, gradually covering the entire glacier.

The slight sound of the glacier breaking could be heard in my ears.

The passage from which we came was now filled with dense cracks extending all the way out.

The Philosopher Stone erupted with dazzling blue light, and cracks appeared in the five magic crystals. This was a sign of excessive magic power replenishment.

The last time John used the power of thirty-six magic crystals to create one, this time he turned five of them into super magic crystals.

The huge magic power is staggering.

"Let me go!" He tried his best to break free with his right hand, and a huge wave of magic power blew him away and hit the wall.

John saw the plant that was tightly wrapped around the square box withering rapidly.

The icy blue aurora rushed toward John, and the ground turned into crystals wherever it passed.

All the amulets he wore were shattered at this moment, turning into layers of iron armor spells to form a shield.

The aurora instantly penetrated the armor curse.

This was the strongest attack John had ever encountered. Even Voldemort's attack in the Albanian forest could not compare to this blow.

Without hesitation, John pulled out his wand and shouted: "Expecto Patronum! (Expecto Patronum

The albatross formed by the light crashed towards the aurora, and the biting cold almost froze John's brain.

The pattern on the shoe's upper lit up, and John sprinted to the side.

Less than a second after leaving, the aurora penetrated the albatross and hit the golden wall.

The wall crystallized rapidly, and white breath came out of John's mouth. The destruction of the patron saint also caused him to suffer backlash.

He staggered to his knees, looking painful.

Looking back, the crystallization spread towards the entire room.

The wall was penetrated, and the aurora flew outside.

The light scattered from the crystal is like a rainbow.

"That's," John's eyes widened and he said in horror, "The Rainbow Bridge?!"

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