Five days later.

In Hogg's College, the dean's office.

After several days of flying, I finally arrived at my destination. As soon as Vincent landed on the ground, he was taken over by the dean and briefly explained the process and results of the mission.

"It's probably the case."

A concluding sentence ended his explanation. After talking for a long time, Vincent felt a little thirsty, so he reached out to take the water cup that Pyg had poured him in front of him and took a sip.

The dean, who had been listening carefully, nodded slightly, saying that he had understood. After a few seconds of silence, his face was filled with sincere gratitude.

"I already know the situation, Mr. Vinson, thank you so much this time. Helina is so willful. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do."

Vinson raised his eyebrows, put down his cup, waved his hand and said, "Nothing, this is what I should do."

After pausing, he seemed to remember something and handed over a quaint scroll: "By the way, this is a spell scroll. I have learned the spells in it, and it should return to the original owner. As for the books by the alchemist Ai Xuluo, I don't have time to read them yet. I'll give them to you later."

After taking the scroll, Pige laughed and looked indifferent: "It's okay, it's nothing to drag it out for a while."

He put away the scroll in his hand, sighed, his eyebrows drooped, and his emotions were a little low, "Oh, as the dean, I really can't do much. The dominance of the college is all in the Academy Presbyterian Church, which is really helpless."

"Well? As the dean of the college, isn't you in charge of the college?"

Vinson couldn't help but feel a little curious, put down the water cup in his hand and asked.

Pygge forced a smile: "In the field of warlocks, we all need to do what we should do based on our talents. I have some talent in management, and my blood talent is pretty good, so I became the dean, but I can't take care of too many things. I can only make decisions in human scheduling, but strength is really nothing. In this world, strength is the master who determines everything."

After breathing out a deep breath, Pig got up and walked to him and patted his shoulder, "Mr. Vinson, you have a great hope to become the real upper class of our college. This time the mission is very successful, and the Academy Presbyterian will definitely pay attention to you. If there are more gains in the college competition next year, many of the college resources will be tilted on you, and it may even include other world channels."

A channel to other worlds?

Vinson's heart moved and he thought of something vaguely. He looked up at Pigeon.

As if he knew that he had said something he shouldn't have said, Pig quickly changed the subject, "Well, I've been outside for so long, I guess Mr. Vincent is very tired now, right? Go and have a rest first and then talk about these things later."

Looking at the dean's expression, Vincent's expression seemed to be a smile. He stood up and left.

"So goodbye, Dean."

After walking a long road and returning to his house, Vincent did not go to sleep in a hurry, but took out a crystal bottle with the devil's bloodline and looked at it carefully.

The material of this bottle is not surprising, it is just ordinary crystal. It is crystal clear, and the alchemy array on it is very useful. It can be used to enhance the hardness of the crystal bottle and curb the violent energy of the bloodline in the bottle. On the way back from flying, he has learned how to draw this alchemy array and can create the same bottle in the future.

After quietly watching the things inside the bottle for a few seconds, he placed it on the desk.

During the speech just now, Vincent did not tell the other party about the devil's and mythology bloodline, but instead brought a few vague words over.

This thing is too precious to make countless warlocks crazy, and for the dean and the entire academy, he has not yet developed enough trust and keeps a little of his own secrets. This is very necessary.

"However, he will definitely ask Helina about this information again. For insurance, I will use this bloodline as soon as possible."

After thinking about it, he took out another piece of bronze branch and placed it in front of him.

The branch is about one meter long and is bare from beginning to end, without any branches or branches. It is very smooth, with only a slight bulge at the end, as if something is hidden inside.

"If the branches of the Eternal Immortal Tree are watered with the essence of mythical creatures, they will bear special fruits. The fruits will bring unexpected effects to the warlock's bloodline and physique. The more bloodlines, the better the fruits produced."

After thinking about the information feedback from the Eye of True in his heart, Vincent made a cruel decision to open the cap of the crystal bottle, allowing the blood of the devil inside to flow out.

According to the information I have obtained, even a little mythical bloodline can ripen the fruit, and Vincent's choice is...

all.

The viscous liquid slowly dripped on it. For some reason, the red hellfire automatically extinguished when it touched the surface of the branches. Moreover, the surface was very smooth, but it seemed like a dry sponge, absorbing all the blood vessels falling on it.

Finally, all the bloodlines were tilted.

"Click."

At one end of the bronze branch, a shattering sound suddenly came.

At its front end, the branches are collapsing and cracking, turning into tiny pieces of debris. The small bulge at the tail end becomes more prominent. As the branches collapse more rapidly, the highlights become more and more obvious.

Finally, the whole branch was shattered, and among a pile of bronze debris, a black fruit the size of a marble was quietly lying.

Vinson picked up the fruit and looked round as beads, and there was nothing special about it.

He sniffed it, but couldn't smell it. He hesitated for a moment, threw it into his mouth and swallowed it.

"It feels...it doesn't seem to change."

After waiting for a moment, he felt that nothing had changed in his body and felt a little uncomfortable.

"No, if there is no change, will the devil's mythical bloodline be wasted?"

While his mind was beating, Vincent frowned and felt an indescribable movement appear in his body.

This abnormal movement...

Originated from the sea of ​​consciousness!

He quickly calmed down, closed his eyes, and observed his magic power sun.

Directly below the six suns, a bronze sapling appeared, blooming with a faint luster, containing some mysterious energy, sprouting and growing with a crazy growth trend.

In almost the blink of an eye, the small saplings grew into ancient bronze trees. The bronze branches continued to grow upwards, and they actually penetrated the six suns effortlessly!

But neither the black death sun nor the golden fiery ball did burst because it was penetrated by the branches. Instead, it triggered a "bobo" mana torrent and poured into the bronze branches.

The spell runes that had learned all flew down from the largest black and golden sun in the middle, and were engraved on the bronze tree trunk, shining with a unique light.

"What's going on?"

The surprised emotions buried Vinson. He couldn't understand it. He tried to control it with his mind, but found that he had lost control of the current scene and could only let changes happen.

At this moment, under the mana transmission of six suns, the bronze ancient tree grew more and more amazing, but its growth pattern was very strange.

This ancient tree has no main trunk to grow, only ten branches, among which the sun has been hung on all six branches, while the other four are empty.

After the ancient tree grew up, the six suns split out into mana torrents and intertwined each other. The mana torrents of ghost black and gold continued to collide, but there was no tendency to explode out of control, just the flow of energy.

Eventually, circulation ceases.

The original six suns are still six now, but they are no longer pure colors, they are all black and gold, and they become the same size and hang on the bronze tree.

He could feel the magic power wandering in the bronze tree, supporting the six suns, and on the seventh branch, a faint energy was circling and about to be nurtured.

As all changes approached the end, an inexplicable message was passed into Vinson's mind, making him frown.

After a moment of silence, Vincent opened his eyes and clenched his fists.

He understood everything.
Chapter completed!