Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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It is impossible for Du Wei to see the mutation of the antique clock.

Every time that hand appeared, they deliberately avoided him.

And at this very moment.

His condition is not very good.

on the altar.

The gold balance is moving back up.

The pain caused by antique clocks and watches has not diminished in the slightest.

It seems to be out of control.

Du Wei propped himself up on the ground with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other, blood kept oozing from his mouth.

The state of the whole person is extremely miserable.

But even in this situation, the idea of ​​giving up resistance and leaving here never came to his mind.

As long as he leaves the golden balance and does not come into contact with this thing, the antique clock will return to its previous state, and it is impossible to kill him.

However.

Du Wei didn't want to leave.

He raised his head vigorously, staring coldly at the golden balance with his bloodshot eyes.

The tone was even colder to the extreme: "Why are you unwilling to choose me? Is it because you are afraid of Lamer's Bell, or is it because your goal is only the evil spirit Du Wei?"

"If it's the former, I don't think that's true."

"Because the seventy-two demon gods of Solomon who are eyeing me have Valaka besides Lamer's Bell."

"So, the latter?"

One end of the scale paused.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "If that's the case, it's as you wish."

next second.

Du Wei closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, his eyes had become pitch black.

The breath on his body was also extremely cold.

"who I am?"

He ignored the pain in his body and stood up directly.

At the same time, all the evil spirits on the altar lowered their heads.

The shadow stood silently behind him.

The envelope pierced by a sharp knife trembled with excitement.

A line of text emerged - [You are the king of evil spirits, you are the master of everything! 】

He turned his head and looked at the envelope, the shadow, and other evil spirits.

Among those evil spirits, a doll floated over tremblingly, it was Annabelle.

He watched all this with undisguised indifference in his eyes.

Then he asked himself: "Du Wei? Or the evil spirit Du Wei?"

This seems to be a problem.

He thought for a while and gave himself an answer: "Different names represent different me, whether it is real or fake, or does not exist."

"When I use a different name, it's a different me."

"So now, I am the evil spirit Du Wei."

finished.

It gracefully walked to the golden scale, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Come on, let me see how you copied me?"

The golden scales were unresponsive.

But the extremely terrifying aura enveloped the evil spirit Du Wei like a boning knife.

The evil spirit Du Wei smiled disdainfully.

"It's useless to me. If you can kill me, you don't need to wait until now."

"Let me think about it, why didn't you kill me?"

"Is it because you can't, or because you can't?"

"I think there are both. You want to copy me and replace my existence to help you achieve a certain purpose, but the other me uses the clown card and the replica to exchange identities."

"But I don't think it's useful because I can set the rules, there's no reason you can't."

As he said that, Du Wei, the evil spirit, turned his head and looked at the opposite side.

In the darkness, another one wearing a black priest uniform slowly emerged.

Everything owned by the evil spirit Du Wei has replicas.

Like a mirror, it is hard to tell who is real and who is fake.

As soon as the other party appeared, he said indifferently: "You will definitely die, and I will replace you and walk out from here."

Moreover, the golden balance is also tilting towards the other side.

The evil spirit Du Wei smiled sarcastically: "Are you talking to me?"

Those evil spirits seemed to be affected,

Slowly raising his head, the thick malice began to fall towards Du Wei, the evil spirit.

"You want to die?"

The evil spirit Du Wei seemed to be asking.

Its tone is very flat, without any emotion.

But all of a sudden, those evil spirits who wanted to resist forcibly held back.

The replica's pupils shrank.

The hold ability activates.

Its IQ and ability this time are much higher than before.

But the evil spirit Du Wei ignored this ability and stretched out his right hand to hold it empty.

boom……

The opponent directly exploded into pieces.

"Look, this is me you made, why do you think this is a copy of me?"

The evil spirit Du Wei asked the golden balance.

At the same time, it stepped forward, pointed to the golden balance and said, "Come on, make another one and let me see..."

The balance representing its end was stimulated and immediately rose to level.

Some kind of weird force is at work.

A series of three replicas appeared around.

But as soon as it appeared, it exploded into pieces.

The move of the evil spirit Du Wei is already very bold.

This can already be said to be provoking the golden balance.

But for no reason, this thing representing Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods has never really exploded.

The evil spirit Du Wei sneered and said, "Look, no matter how many copies you make, you can't be stronger than me, and you can't kill me now."

"Is something affecting you? Lamer's Bell? Or Valaka?"

"Or, is it some demon god related to me?"

"Of course, I don't think it's important, because I suddenly thought of a very interesting thing."

"Matthew fused something related to Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God. The people of the Vanity Sect did the same thing, and I did a similar thing a long time ago."

"Also, I think you are not as good as Lamer's Bell."

Its voice carried an inexplicable chill.

...

same moment.

When the evil spirit Du Wei finished his last sentence.

The antique clocks at home are still changing.

The pale arm kept moving the pointer and turning it forcibly.

Ka Ka Ka...

The sound of the hands turning has become noise.

But the miniature balance pattern on the back of the hand is getting darker and darker. It was very light at first, but it gradually turned into pure black.

It's like branding.

This unknown existence seems to be helping the evil spirit Du Wei.

But that doesn't necessarily represent goodwill.

Because the pattern of the balance keeps deepening.

And it's unidirectional.

It can be understood that it has a deep connection with the evil spirit Du Wei, and even Du Wei. It seems to be stealing the power of Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods in a completely incomprehensible way.

Sudden.

When the balance pattern is completely branded.

The pale arm slowly retracted into the antique clock.

The pointer kept trembling, and the air in the whole room froze.

But at this moment, a vision suddenly came out from the nearby framing cabinet.

Annabelle shows up in the framing cabinet.

The hands stopped trembling and suddenly overlapped.

Wow...

The framing cabinet is broken.

...

the other side.

All the evil spirits on the altar disappeared.

The evil spirit Du Wei stood indifferently in the center of the altar. On the back of his right hand, a scale pattern appeared, but it was extremely dim.

"The golden balance of Simonli..."

"I haven't fully assimilated yet, but in this way, I should be regarded as being targeted by another demon god, right?"

As the evil spirit Du Wei said so, he covered his mouth and coughed.

Looking at the big pool of blood on the palm, its eyes are still calm: "I seem to be dying..."