Within the sea of consciousness.

Outside the Bronze Tree, the spell runes formed a shining ring, constantly extending and mutating, as if they were about to evolve to the most perfect state.

Under the infusion of the power of inheritance, it broke through the limitations of the bloodline and truly showed its grandeur.

If other warlocks with the power of the sun were greedy and wanted to possess this rune that had been completed by the power of inheritance, they would not be able to learn it, because their bloodline was only the bloodline of mythical creatures, not the true gods.

The power of inheritance represents the purest fire of the sun, no matter how noble the bloodline of mythical creatures is, it is only the pets of Eselon, the god of light and the sun, and it is impossible to learn the most subtle runes, this kind of thing, only Vincent, who has now inherited the power of pure inheritance, can learn and wield true power.

He has already mastered this power in the first place.

Of course, it was only a preliminary one, and Vincent had already broken away from the limits of ordinary mythical bloodline warlocks and moved towards a higher level.

Although Vincent is still a human, his essential strength is beginning to compare with the existence of mythical creatures such as dragons.

Because the source of his power comes from the supreme gods and demons.

With ten torrents of gold pouring into the Bronze Tree, the ninth sun grew rapidly in a flying degree, rapidly increasing its range, and on the tenth branch, there was a faint light jumping.

The tenth sun is about to be born.

However, at this moment, Vincent suddenly frowned.

In his ears, an ode to the dawn sounded, with an inexplicable magical sound, as if to confuse his heart, capture his will, and make him believe in Essolon and become a devout follower of the sun.

At this time, if it is another mythical bloodline warlock. After being infused with the power of inheritance, it is absolutely impossible to resist this kind of chant and turn into a pious person who believes in gods and demons, because this is the suppression of supreme gods and demons, but Vincent's Bronze Tree completely avoids this situation!

The fruit of the Eternal Tree has an unpredictable power, allowing Vincent to break away from all gods and demons and become the master of his own power, and this sound of confusion cannot shake Vincent's will in the slightest.

If only the god of light and the sun himself came. There may still be a chance, but that god and demon disappeared in the battle with the giants of the deep sea hundreds of thousands of years ago, and the current ode to the dawn is only in vain.

The Carol of Dawn resounded over and over again, but it could not bother Vincent in the slightest.

And at this moment, the ring of floating runes has been transformed, and among them, the most eye-catching. It was a chain of runes in the shape of a spear, and a ring of runes like a ring.

Both of them are the same, both contain a full ninety-nine runes, and the golden light is brilliant and bright. Contains unparalleled power.

They are the Spear of the Sun and the Shield of the Sun.

With the pouring of the power of inheritance, these two spell runes have been restored to their original state.

This magic of gods and demons is extremely special, whether it is a strong person of that level, they can use these runes to explode the strongest power in their bodies. So, he didn't have to worry about not having enough mana.

And in the moment when all the runes were completed, on the trunk of the Bronze Tree. Suddenly began to burn gold-colored marks, shimmering with light.

Vincent sensed this and was immediately stunned.

Because normally, spell runes are engraved on ten branches, and this is the first time he has seen this kind of automatic appearance of runes on the trunk of the bronze tree.

However, upon noticing the mark, Vincent's heart couldn't help but jump.

This...... This is no ordinary spell rune.

That's the real name!

A true name that represents the power of pure bloodline!

A real name is not a simple name or a spell rune, it is the embodiment of the extreme purity and power of the bloodline, representing its ultimate power, rich in some incredible powers.

The world is endless and vast, and after the era of the three major warlocks, there are many mythical bloodline warlocks, but there are very few who can have real names. Only with the power of absolutely pure bloodline can you have a true name, and those who have a real name are all incomparable in the long river of history!

Vincent had consulted many texts and read records of his real name before he could recognize him.

"The power of my real name is supposed to come from the inheritance of Etheron, I don't know what it will be. ”

He gathered his mind to observe the imprint that flowed spontaneously.

The light continued to flow brightly, and the gold-colored scars became brighter and brighter, and finally, the entire traces of its construction were complete.

The Scorcher.

This is Vincent's real name as he sees it.

He could feel that the name was not only an extremely violent power, but also a mysterious power.

At a certain distance, if someone can pronounce his true name in the language of the sun god, he can even feel the other party's existence, and this power of induction will become stronger and stronger with him, and in the end, he can even reach a place where he can feel the location of the person who pronounces his true name from a world away!

"The power of this true name is too strong, even with my current physical endurance, it can't withstand the power of an overly violent explosion, and I can only use it once in a while, but this is always less than the price paid by the power of death. ”

Vincent thought to himself, his eyes closed, and continued to receive the infusion of the power of this inheritance.

On his forehead, a round of sun-like light patterns shaped the shape, and the perfect circle outside the body, a circle of triangular jagged ripples, and the center of the circle shone with strange runic light.

That's a sign of pure blood.

His clothes had been shattered by the infusion of the power of inheritance, and the muscles of his body were flowing with a golden luster, radiant and translucent.

And in the Sea of Consciousness, on the Bronze Tree, the golden-colored streamlines cover the surface of the bark, which is particularly magnificent, and the tenth branch has begun to flicker with blazing light, and the tenth sun is about to be born.

"Bang!"

Outside the Temple of the Sun, a bang exploded.

The meadows of the wilderness were swept over and rolled up, revealing a dark patch of dirt, and a violent storm of energy swept wildly, sending up a rain of mud and mud, and then the meaning of frost was like a tidal wave, freezing all the splashed dirt in mid-air.

Standing on the ground, Hathaway gasped slightly. One hand hung down weakly, and his face was covered in blood.

Her palm was holding the air, and the frost froze the surrounding qiē, faintly visible, and even the hand that could still be used was already full of wounds of all sizes.

On Hathaway's body, the white gauze dress was already bloodstained, and not a single piece of it was a clean place.

"There's no point, Hathaway, give up. ”

In the sky. A red man shook his head and sighed softly, holding a giant sword that overflowed with black flames in his hand, and his expression seemed to be a little pitying.

Hathaway was silent, just staring at him coldly.

Seeing that the other party still didn't give up, the red man frowned slightly and waved his sword at Hathaway on the ground.

Suddenly, the black flame danced down angrily, bursting out dozens of deep rainbow lights, and the energy swirled. It seemed to be able to tear a qiē apart, shining the whole sky.

A chill erupted around Hathaway, but the protracted battle had taken her toll on her mana. Physically and mentally exhausted, but can no longer resist this raging power.

"Bang".

In the midst of the splashes of mud and dust, her body flew up and fell to the ground.

The head is buzzing. Like an iron rod slamming her head, Hathaway shook her head vigorously to clear her mind. His gaze swept to the other side.

On the ground, dozens of Mythical Bloodline Warlocks looked at her quietly, not interfering, talking and laughing with each other, as if they were laughing at her inadequacy.

Since Vincent entered the Sun Temple, Hathaway had been fighting for three days in a row.

In the past three days of continuous fighting, she forced many Mythical Bloodline Warlocks to return to their own world, but this did not help, and almost all the remaining Warlocks who entered the mutilated world came here, including several powerful beings who were not inferior to herself.

She's run out of oil and the lamp is dry.

Hathaway counted the numbers of the warlocks opposite, a little desperate in her heart, and then turned to look at her companion, where Horence was seriously injured and dying, gasping for breath not far away.

If it weren't for her doppelganger's protection, and the other party's fear that they would destroy the Leafless Flower before they died, this warlock with the blood of a mountain giant would have died.

In the face of so many Mythical Bloodline Warlocks, even if Vincent got some good inheritance, what could he do?

She sighed deeply, and her whole body was throbbing with pain, and there were countless wounds.

"Give up, Hathaway, although you are a dragon warlock, but I Alec have demonic blood, plus I am already nine suns, you are only eight, and besides, you have fought too long before me, and you have spent too much energy to stop me. ”

At this moment, the red man fell from the sky, shook his head, and swept his dark red eyes towards the dragon warlock opposite.

Hathaway was just silent about this.

She struggled to her feet, her body swaying, even trembling, a qiē that proved to the other warlocks that she had exhausted her mana and was approaching the limits of her human body.

Still, she stood up.

He didn't speak, he didn't beg for mercy, he just looked at Alec in silence and made a gesture of battle.

This posture is obviously telling the other party that unless she is dead, it is absolutely impossible for the other party to pass from here!

Outside the battlefield, dozens of warlocks watched Hathaway stand up again, and sighed.

This girl is really too hard, just like a smelly and hard stone.

"She's really a stubborn warlock, don't waste time, why don't we just rush up and put her down?"

Some people disagreed, and spoke out to say yes.

However, this construction was rejected by others.

"Don't think about it, friend, you're not from our world, are you?" Alec is very powerful and proud, and doesn't like people to meddle in his battles with others, and if you dare to go up, then you just want to try the fire of the abyss. ”

"Why are you doing this?"

The red man shook his head slightly, obviously feeling that it was not worth it for the other party to do this, and the giant sword in his hand was burning wildly, ready to end the life of the dragon warlock. (To be continued......)

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