After taking out Hetezta's magic box, Punk immediately activated the "Hetezta's Soul Cultivation Wave" without hesitation.

With a soft groan from the magic box, a light blue aura centered on the magic box slowly extended, and the punk closest to the magic box was naturally shrouded in the aperture at the first time.

Legendary magic is worthy of being legendary magic, and the effectiveness it possesses is definitely not comparable to formal magic or even master magic, just the moment the light blue aura came into contact with his body, the punk clearly felt a cool energy soaking his mind and even his entire soul.

The dizzy head that had been dizzy due to the side effects of the "high-level concentration potion" suddenly became sober, and the buzzing auditory hallucinations that filled his ears disappeared without a trace, and at this time, Punk only felt that his brain seemed to be soaked in cool spring water, and the operation of mental power and magic power was as smooth as ordinary bearings coated with lubricated oil.

Punk didn't waste the effect of the spell this time, he quickly calmed down, sank all his mind into his soul, and immediately activated the mage meditation method with all his might.

It has to be said that the process of running the meditation method under the effect of "soul cultivation fluctuations" is extremely easy, and punk even has an illusion that magic is no longer an existence that must be controlled by consciousness at this moment, and every drop of magic can flow on its own as if it has become blood, and the efficiency of meditation has increased more than ten times in one breath, and the efficiency of this meditation makes punk marvel in his heart.

"Sure enough, the "Soul Cultivation Fluctuation of Haitezita" is the biggest gain, with ten times the meditation efficiency of others, even if it is only three hours a day, plus the lifespan bonus brought by my half-primeval elf bloodline, it can be said that it is a sure thing to be promoted to the master level."

Punk clenched his fists excitedly, now with the help of this legendary equipment, it was only a matter of time before he wanted to advance to the master level, and even the legendary realm was not whimsical, how could such a huge surprise make Punk not excited.

The time of meditation was so fast that he barely realized the passage of time, and an hour of the spell had already passed.

Punk reluctantly withdrew from the meditative state, and at this moment, he could clearly feel that his soul had been greatly improved, and the side effects of the "high-level concentration potion" were completely gone.

Punk smiled and picked up Hetezta's magic box to take a closer look, the small wooden box was still ordinary, not only did it not look gorgeous, but it was a little dirty.

Who would have thought that this dusty-looking little wooden box would be so powerful if they hadn't tried it themselves?

"Since the effect of "Haitezta's Soul Cultivation Fluctuation" is very unexpected, then the exercise of using "Advanced Focus Potion" does not need to be taken into account too much, maybe for others, the side effects caused by continuously taking "Advanced Focus Potion" will greatly damage the soul and even cause irreparable serious damage, but for me, who has Hai Tezta's magic box, the concern of using the potion is completely non-existent. ”

Punk thought excitedly.

He carefully placed Hetezta's magic box close to him, and secretly began to plan his next move in his mind.

"Now that the side effects of the 'High-level Focus Elixir' have been resolved, the next step is to develop steadily, continue to cultivate the Soul Moth to refine the potion and practice the super magic technique - magic compression is the main theme in the next ten years."

Punk quickly made the next plan, after all, as a mage who needs to keep a low profile, improving his strength is Punk's first priority now, if he follows his original plan, when he goes to this point, his mage professional level must be at least thirteen, but now in order to get Hetezta's magic box, he has to tear his face with the good camp at level twelve.

"But fortunately, now my career level has reached level 12, and it's not far from level 13, so let's set a small goal first, and improve one level within five years!"

The punk muttered to himself, then summoned a flame that incinerated the wreckage of Subject One on the ground, and the negative energy that swirled in his air.

He turned and walked to the basement test subject's cell, where there were still more than a dozen sleeping experimental materials, and Punk would arrange a "cute" little shadow maggot for each of these "hosts" for the next month.

Of course, with the exception of Punk himself, neither the shadow maggot nor the test subject would expect anything from this.

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A professional is a long-lived creature, especially for high-level professionals, too much life can cause even those who are not strong enough to fall into madness.

But as you get used to this long life process, your perception of time will be very different from that of ordinary people.

Especially for mages who are obsessed with their studies, five or even ten years is not a long time.

It's been five years since the destruction of Dorez City, and although the punk bounty order is still on the Dylan Kingdom's bounty list, except for the believers of the Good God Church who don't know what to be tired of and give up, the official side of the Dylan Kingdom has no hope of finding this "terrorist".

Most people speculate that the terrible mage called Punk fled the kingdom of Dylan on the day of the destruction of the city of Dorez, and some people are sure that he is hiding in the depths of the lush forest to study the terrible plague, planning to return to destroy the kingdom of Dylan one day.

But I'm afraid no one would suspect a dilapidated slum in Sunset City, including its inhabitants.

In an old bar next to the garbage dump, a group of tattered homeless men bragging with large glasses of "ale-laced water" are typical homeless people who beg for a few copper coins during the day and brag and fart at night in a bar where even the stools are made of stone.

It was now the cold winter, and the "ale" in the vagabonds' cups was floating with a layer of ice slag, and they kept wrapping their cotton clothes in tattered linen, and their teeth were shivering up and down from the cold.

But even cold weather can't dampen their bragging, after all, these cowhides may already be the only entertainment in the life of the homeless.

"Hey, old John, do you know that the iron bucket boss in the garbage mountain in the east has a new "head", I'll be honest with you, that guy is actually my distant nephew, it won't take a few days, and when that kid settles down, Lao Tzu will be developed."

A middle-aged man who kept rubbing his palms said loudly to a few homeless people next to him with an expression of "believe it or not", and those who didn't know would definitely think that what he said was the truth.

"Don't tease Jack, you said last month that a baron who died in the city was your uncle, and now your inheritance, what about your title?"

"Don't make a fuss, it's true this time, don't be envious when I follow the bucket boss around."

The middle-aged man named Jack blushed and refuted the ridicule of others.

But the homeless man had no patience to listen to the nonsense of this cowhide guy, and they looked at the deepening of the night and began to discuss other topics, and the braggart Jack was left to dry.

The homeless turned their attention to one of the oldest tramps, and at this time, the old man, who was usually a little delirious, was staring at the crowd with wide, cloudy eyes:

"Have you ever heard of the Black Banshee?"