223 The River of the Undead, the soul of the Demon God protects you!

Since obtaining alchemy notes in that tavern, Vinson has been traveling all the way, experiencing countless hardships and tortures, becoming the mythical blood warlock today. He has few powers of rivalry at the same level. He has been exposed to too many deaths and has experienced them personally.

And in this process, the Anubis halberd was discovered by contact with death.

During the slashing and destruction along the way, Vinson also had some guesses about the power of death.

This kind of power seems to require witnessing death, or even contacting death, so that the more you understand, the more you will improve yourself.

This conjecture was originally vague and not very certain. Until today, he saw the sea of ​​fog caused by millions of creatures, and had a breakthrough understanding of the power of death, and then he was sure of it.

"This is death."

He had some extremely special feeling in his heart, but he could not describe it in words, so he could only murmur.

And at this moment, hundreds of thousands of bat-winged demons fell down.

It was like an extremely huge black waterfall surging and surging with its momentum, as if it was to destroy everything, and it was like the noise of avalanches on the mountain, which caused a roaring sound of thunder, and even rolled up the storm and waves, rushing towards all directions!

"Puff puff puff..."

A series of fall sounds fell to the ground.

Once all the bat-winged demons approached Vinson, their fierce and cruel eyes immediately disappeared, and the breath of life was deprived and fell down.

The bat-winged demon behind him had not felt the power ahead, but continued to surge, causing the hell creatures to fall wildly, and without knowing anything, he fell into the abyss of death.

The violent impact was resolved by some extremely terrifying unpredictable force!

After only a dozen seconds, two small hills of corpses were piled up on both sides of Vincent.

However, the expression of the black-haired young man did not change much.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he still walked slowly forward. His long hair was simply combed with a curl of hair, clean and natural. This outfit seemed chic and ostentatious, but it gave people a sense of fearful death aura.

As if he had noticed something, the thousands of bat-winged demons stopped their death-sending behavior. With a bright roar, the magnificent black waterfall transformed into two directions and collided with Vincent from the side.

There was only a series of shattering and shattering sounds. Wherever hell creatures reached, countless buildings were constantly shattered and destroyed, and gravel exploded out, storming and shooting around.

However, the results did not change.

The bat-winged demons fell silently, and their souls were taken away.

Around Vinson, a terrifying scene was now produced with four human eyes.

Heavy black auras spread out from his feet, surging wildly, like a river, flowing into four huge devil images, with clear appearance, biting all sides, devouring the souls of living beings, and the soul of the rock giant was shrouded behind the devil, with only a vague face, rising and falling in the black air!

This is a little trick that Vincent just realized.

The nature of the power of death is to destroy all living beings and absorb their souls. These powerful souls he devours can be displayed through the power of death, destroying foreign enemies and protecting oneself!

He suddenly remembered the river of undead at the feet of Anubis, the god of death and hell in the vision of gods and demons.

In the river, it seemed that what was rising and falling was not ordinary creatures, but various powerful souls, such as dragons, titans, immortal birds, and devils... Mythical creatures did not have the number at all, and even the souls of the gods floating inside!

"So, this thing is actually used, I understand a little."

Vinson had a little understanding and held it tightly.

At this moment, the flying rain that was coming had some kind of change.

It quickly stagnated at the speed that the human eye could observe, turning into pieces of icicles. In just a blink of an eye, the heavy rain in front of it turned into thousands of ice cubes, and then rushed to Vinson in the middle at a violent speed. For a moment, there were no one knowing how many tens of them were!

But when approaching the young man, he was eroded by an inexplicable force.

In just a blink of an eye, the unpredictable ice disappeared, as if it had been swallowed by some terrifying unknown creature, without a trace.

"Frost?"

Vinson paused for a moment and looked back.

The dog-headed man waved the golden scepter, his expression was astonished, his long canine teeth protruded, and he was still a little spitting, and he seemed unable to believe his eyes.

After glanced at him, he continued to turn around and then snapped his fingers.

The black air surged out from under his feet, condensed into the soul of the rock giant, and burst into tears with a strange and wild smile.

"Click!"

With a sound, the dog-headed man immediately felt that something was bitten by his foot, his whole body was cold, and a fear of death surged into his mind, unable to stop it!

Immediately.

Its soul seemed to be swallowed by something, its breathing stopped, its heart stopped beating, and it fell down.

“It seems to be a very good feeling.”

Vinson nodded slightly, feeling his life was consumed.

Surprisingly, using this ability does not seem to consume much, and the loss of vitality is minimal.

Of course, this also has something to do with how much mana he uses. At this time, he basically did not use much mana, so he didn't consume much. If he tried his best, the exhausted vitality would probably compete with the Anubis Halberd.

After taking a deep breath, his eyes immediately changed.

Immediately, all the souls of the bat-winged demons everywhere collapsed and fell like dumplings. In just a few seconds, tens of thousands of people died!

And this number is still increasing!

At this moment, Vincent is synonymous with death, and wherever he reaches, there is no place for death!

"Boom!"

While he was moving forward, dozens of flames rushed towards him, carrying a faint purple spirit, and its power was powerful, as if it was about to block his steps.

"Is this the warlock couple who are pursuing flame spells that Nokira calls? It's pretty powerful."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, not even giving him a look.

"It's a pity, it's useless."

This sentence seemed to indicate something. In the sky, the two warlocks disappeared and suddenly fell down.

At the same time, all the creatures around were dying, without wailing or struggling. This strange scene made the survivors extremely frightened.

In this silver world, who can still be the opponent of this fearful devil?

"Devil, this is the real devil!"

Someone exclaimed loudly, almost crazy.
Chapter completed!