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Chapter 343 Chasing and killing thousands of miles 【Subscription】

Suddenly, the entire sky turned red.

Although the magic power was suppressed to a great extent, Grindelwald broke an arm deeply.

In the arms, the blood vessels were rhythmically as if alive, swaying and swaying in the air, like scarlet snake letters.

Seeing this strange scene, Voldemort frowned instinctively.

He had never seen such magic before, but it was so evil and so strange that it must be black magic.

"Voldemort? Tom Riddle?"

After drawing out his own blood vessel, Grindelwald sneered and said faintly:

"You don't even dare to use your real name, and you're too embarrassed to be called the Dark Lord?"

With that said, Grindelwald's wand swiped fiercely in the air.

The scarlet blood in the sky was instantly summoned, turned into countless blood droplets, and condensed on the tip of Grindelwald's wand.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, Voldemort was instantly stunned.

Although he did not know what the effect of this strange black magic was, he instinctively realized that he could not let Grindelwald complete this magic.

After just having this thought, Voldemort's wand snapped out.

A killing curse with the thickness of an adult arm 830 thin was fleeting, but it was blocked and annihilated by the ubiquitous blood drop in front of Grindelwald.

"As I said, Tom Riddle, you're a second-rate, not worthy of the title of the Dark Lord."

Seeing this scene in front of him, Grindelwald's mouth cracked into a bright smile

Grindelwald's wand slid slowly in front of him, and countless blood droplets continued to melt into the ground like a drizzle.

As the blood droplets slowly melted into the snow under his feet, Voldemort was surprised to find that his magic circle was being polluted by constant erosion.

The magic power that had been continuously emerging from the magic circle turned out to be mixed and impure at this time.

Voldemort waved his hand subconsciously, and a killing curse was fired at Grindelwald again.

However, Grindelwald folded his arms around his chest, not dodging or evading, and watched this remnant green slaughter rapidly attacking him.

"Hehe, Tom Riddle, do you think there's still room for you to resist after I finish this magic?"

Under Voldemort's horrified gaze, the Killing Curse flew slower and slower in mid-air.

Finally, two meters away from Grindel's grip, mixed magic (cjca) force filled the interior of the Killing Curse.

The precise magic structure was completely damaged, and a group of green fireworks exploded in the air.

"This is……"

Seeing this bizarre scene, Voldemort suddenly felt unbelievable.

"This is impossible!"

"Avada Kedavra!""

"Avada Kedavra!

Seeing that the killing curse that he was proud of was just a firework in mid-air, Voldemort roared, and the killing curses shot at Grindelwald quickly.

Even the originally scarlet sky was dyed a strange color by the dazzling green light.

However, the Killing Curse that Voldemort used with all his might was weaker than the last.

The magic circle really gave Voldemort a lot of support.

Even the magic power directly absorbed from the leylines.

Compared to Amber's chance to get the dragon's heart, it is not inferior.

But external forces are, after all, external forces.

After accepting the help of external force, it naturally has to endure the erosion of external force.

After Grindelwald's blood contamination, every ray of magic power input into Voldemort was stained with Grindelwald's black magic blood.

Voldemort's killing curse, the flight distance is getting shorter and shorter.

In the end, it was only at the tip of the wand that green sparks erupted one after another.

"Run... must run! 35

However, Voldemort is worthy of being Voldemort.

After more than ten years of inhuman torture, Voldemort has completely let go of his inner self-esteem.

After finding that something was wrong, he firmly grasped the only trace of his own magic power left in his body.

When he saw Grindelwald, he looked at himself with a cat-like mouse-like look.

Voldemort made a decisive decision, and with a wave of the black robe, he used Apparition to escape.

"Oh, that's all? You dare to call yourself the Dark Lord?"

Seeing the apparition move, Voldemort fled in a panic.

Grindelwald shook his head, the contempt on his face becoming more and more obvious.

If it were Grindelwald fifty years later, he would grab Voldemort immediately, and then do everything in his power to completely eliminate this troublesome guy.

But now Grindelwald is in high spirits.

Voldemort's self-proclaimed Dark Lord made his heart burn with uncontrollable anger.

He had to use the most terrifying and desperate means to make Voldemort truly feel what the Dark Lord's might was.

Thinking like this, Grindelwald waved his wand slowly and reintegrated his blood vessels into his left arm.

Then he grabbed the air next to him and smelled it carefully, and when he stepped on his toes, he also phantom moved, chasing after Voldemort.

On the other side, in a jungle somewhere in western Europe, Voldemort stumbled out of shape.

He could feel that the contaminated magic power was like a bone-encrusted cone, tightly fitting inside the body.

No matter what magic spell he uses, these magic powers will only be continuously consumed, but they cannot be completely removed.

And every time he gave birth to a new magic power, these contaminated magic powers would turn into the most vicious viruses, rapidly replicating and spreading.

This drove Voldemort into a frenzy.

"Damn, what the hell is this."

Squatting beside the stream, feeling the magic power in his body, Voldemort couldn't help but cursed.

However, a slow voice came from behind, causing Voldemort's resentment to suddenly freeze on his face.

"I told you, Tom Riddle, it was a blood sacrifice.

"tread."

"Tread 35

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As the footsteps approached, Voldemort turned his head suddenly, and saw the meticulously dressed white-haired figure walking towards him without haste.

Seeing the resentment on Voldemort's face, Grindelwald laughed:

"Tom Riddle, you can't cast out this magic.

"The reason why this magic is called blood sacrifice is to use the blood of gods to assimilate all the sacrifices.

"The only meaning of sacrifices is to please the gods, and I. The only god in the magic world today! 99

Hearing Grindelwald's arrogant remarks, Voldemort bit his teeth and apparated again.

Grindelwald looked at the place where Voldemort disappeared, and pulled back the corner of his mouth, revealing a cruel smile.

"Run."

"Run as much as you like."

"Under the guidance of blood, you will never escape my palm."

"You can only constantly repent of your crimes in the midst of incomparable despair!