In a flash, another three days passed.

Under the darkness of the night, the wind and dust rolled.

Another night without moonlight and stars.

After another day of trekking, the convoy stopped and began to set up tents to cook, preparing to rest on the spot until sunrise tomorrow.

And Vincent didn't go over.

He sat alone on the side of the car, silently refining his soul with mana.

In the sea of consciousness, the black light swirled, merging with the golden torrent and the red stream, flowing to the soul in the center of the bronze tree.

Even though the mana is powerful, the current white light body is not the soul of the past, it exudes overflowing light, extremely bright, and the three torrents flow into it, but it does not break the soul, but makes it even more radiant.

His soul was strengthened.

After sitting quietly for a few moments, Vincent opened his eyes.

After the soul was tempered with mana, his perception ability was strengthened, and his control of mana went to a new level.

He took a deep breath of air, and the breath that was coming out of his body shrank suddenly, and then a little more inward, becoming more subtle and imperceptible.

He clenched his fists, feeling that his body had not changed much, but his sensing ability around him had improved a few points.

At this moment, Chilar walked over with bread and a bowl of soup on his face, smiling and handed it to Vincent.

"Mr. Vincent, this is your food, and it doesn't taste very good, but it's enough to fill your stomach. ”

Ever since Vincent had last given him a gold coin, Ralar had begun to call Vincent by the address of sir, which made the tall, burly man much more polite in his words and attitude.

Hearing the call of the caravan leader, Vincent looked at him, his eyes jumped, he accepted the food, nodded and smiled, "Thank you." ”

In his senses, he could already feel the heartbeat of the man who led the team. The sound of breathing, and even the sound of blood flowing in the other person's veins.

This is a phenomenon that Vincent did not feel before.

His senses are getting more and more detailed.

"It's okay, if you have any other requirements, I'll be sure to have it ready for you. ”

Chiral waved his hand, a smile on his rough face, and said so.

In the past few days, this young man with a lot of temperament asked him a lot of questions, all about nearby information, and it also filled his pockets a lot.

After a little chat, it seemed that Vincent had nothing to ask for. Fearing that he would not be able to get the money from the other party, the shrewd caravan leader immediately excused himself and left the place.

Looking at the other party's back, the corners of Vincent's mouth twitched slightly.

At this moment, he could even feel the geographical range of the other party's impact on the ground.

He knew every grain of earth, every grass, even the movement of the breeze.

This is the effect of the growth of the soul power.

It greatly increased Vincent's sensing ability, within a range of more than ten meters. He could feel the slightest movement of all living beings.

And since killing those demons, his strength has suddenly improved, and he has been out of the bottleneck. It's like going up a whole new ladder. Even his soul is nourished and can be baptized with a certain amount of spells.

Only one thing hasn't changed.

That is, he still hasn't created his own spell.

This kind of spell that suits him is extremely difficult to create, and he has been fumbling for so long that he still has no clue.

Headache.

Extremely headache.

There are no spells. It means that he doesn't have the means that suit him, and he can't use the Halberd of Anubis whenever he encounters a crisis. In that case, before you use it a few times, your life will be nearing the end.

Indeed, the power of death is extremely powerful, and for now, Vincent has not seen a mythical creature that he can resist with a halberd in the same rank, but the price of using this power is too severe, if it can reduce the consumption of life, it can be considered.

"According to my estimates, I think that there must be other death power spells in this world, otherwise it is impossible for any death warlock to withstand this kind of attrition, and if the halberd goes down, it will be a few decades of lifespan, even if it is a gold-level powerhouse, it will not be able to withstand this crazy attrition. ”

As his thoughts flowed, Vincent shook his head.

However, he had never seen this kind of spell suitable for the power of death, and there were very few records of it, and the only breakthrough was still on the side of the gold-level warlock Elos in the Night Castle, but it was impossible for the other party to reveal the news to him before driving the devil away.

Vincent's heart was a little sullen.

There is no power in the air, there is no good way to output, and the problem in the Black Iron Realm once again appeared in the Silver Realm.

After a moment of silence, his eyes lit up.

Maybe...... He could try using other types of spell runes to use this power?

"Think about it that it is indeed feasible, often a successful spell rune means that it is available, if one power can be used, then another is also very likely to be used!"

Vincent's heart was shocked, and he quickly entered a state of meditation, wanting to try his thoughts.

Within the sea of consciousness.

On the bronze tree, ten mana suns overflowed, and the black torrent suddenly surged, rolling endlessly, but it lasted for a long time, and no runes were condensed.

After half a ring, Vincent opened his eyes again.

"No, spell runes have the characteristics of power to condense them, if you forcibly want to condense another power rune in a power that is not suitable, the difficulty is like using a key to unlock another lock, it is simply impossible. ”

He was silent for a while, and then thought again, "Since this can't work, can I use one rune as a factor to change it to a rune of another power......?"

In silent thought, he vaguely found his way, but at this moment, a terrible sound suddenly whistled in the sky.

This sound was extremely poignant, and it seemed to be the whistling of the undead, carrying a violent wind, which suddenly resounded throughout the audience!

"Hell creatures, damn it! they've found us!"

At the front of the convoy, Qilar seemed to recognize the source of the rumors, and shouted in horror.

His voice was intermittent and vague in the wind, but it reached everyone's ears, and immediately, everyone fell into a state of panic and fled frantically in all directions.

It's a horrible creature from hell!

They are ferocious, cruel, without a shred of pity and sympathy, keen to feed on human flesh and blood, unable to resist at all, and once mortals see them, there is only one end.

That is death.

"Oh shit, why did you touch them?"

A muscular man shouted frantically and collapsed to the ground.

There are unwilling people who throw torches into the sky, trying to see the exact number of them, trying to choose a direction with fewer numbers to escape, and strive for a glimmer of hope of survival.

However, they despaired.

Under the light of the fire, the sky was densely packed, and there was a black shadow, and it was impossible to see how many there were.

"Bastards, there are hundreds! We can't escape this time. ”

As if sensing the fear of the humans on the ground, the batwing demons did not rush down to hunt for food, but made louder noises in an attempt to make the humans even more frightened.

This is something that the creatures of hell love.

They love to create zào fear and fear.

As they flew and circled, the voices of their communication in devilish language came out.

"Ah, it's the first time I've seen so many humans and so long on the run. ”

"Yes, recently there was a human warlock in the vicinity, with terrifying strength, who specialized in killing our kind, and three or four thousand of our kind died at his hands, so we gathered together and escaped, but I didn't expect to meet a big meal here. ”

"Hahaha, when we have eaten these humans, we will go to the Mechera region, where our honorable master needs us. ”

"Yes, yes......"

And just as the creatures of hell were chirping and making high-pitched noises, a loud shout rang out, drowning out all sounds.

"Dead noise, you winged rats!"

At this sound, a golden flame suddenly flashed on the ground.

The flames were small, but they erupted with unimaginable heat, attracting the attention of all the creatures of hell.

Through hundreds of eyes, they saw the master of the flames.

It was a human being.

Vincent stood on the ground, a palm-sized fireball between his fingers, and looked coldly at the hundreds of infernal creatures in the sky, the golden light illuminating his eyes extremely terrifyingly.

"Reduced to ashes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers, and the fireball flew upwards. (To be continued......)