Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

About the black book that will automatically appear in the text, it was obtained by Matthew many years ago behind the gate of hell.

Moreover, the reason why he has two bodies is also because of the gate of hell.

That door is very special.

In other words, his experience behind the gate of hell was extremely special.

afterwards.

Matthew almost escaped death and left from the gate of hell. He got everything he had now, including Mapa's pen, and then he threw the gate of hell into the high seas.

This moment.

Matthew looked at the words on the black book.

He stared at that line, which read the words of never-fading flowers, fascinated by it.

Then.

He said: "I know this small religious organization, it is now called the Duke of Worship, but if everything in the book is true, there may be something wrong with the Duke of Worship."

The words on the black book were expounded in the tone of His Excellency the Duke.

That is the so-called last hope.

Moreover, the interpreter also said that when the flower of immortality blooms, he will rewrite everything.

"I will help you regain your real name and everything you should have."

"I've had enough of this damn world."

"Tina, and my daughter Vivian, I have no other choice."

Matthew took out an old, dead copper pocket watch from his pocket, which seemed to mean a lot to him.

Then, his gaze hardened.

Actually.

Matthew sometimes feels that this black book is too weird, but he has obtained this book for more than a hundred years, and for a hundred years, he has been relying on the information expounded in this book to persist until now .

He also wanted to resurrect his wife and children.

People are called people.

It is because they are a complex individual and a complex group. Ethics and emotions are shackles, but every soul is willing to be bound.

That's why there are people who know that they can't do it, and there are also desperate madness.

Matthew glanced at New York from a distance.

The whole city is very quiet.

But he turned his head and left in the opposite direction.

But Matthew didn't feel it.

After he made his decision, the aura of the black book suddenly fell silent.

...

The tower is located among the snow-capped mountains.

Alphalia was going crazy right now.

Not just him.

The rest of the Vanity Sect are also going crazy.

The world is changing so fast.

The night hasn't passed yet.

First, I felt an extremely terrifying existence, the birth of a suspected demon god, and then all kinds of strangeness covered my heart.

Vanity sect has offline.

Although there are only thirteen real members, there are many slaves and controlled families and organizations.

"Have all the evil spirits disappeared?"

Alphalia muttered to herself.

Twists and turns.

His plan to become a god by wearing armor and the ceremony of turning the thirteen people into a whole have not yet begun, and the changes in the world have made them miserable.

If there are no evil spirits in the world, there will be no demons.

What about them?

Brand said: "The church has exploded. Evil spirits and evil spirits from all over the world, weirdness, demons, disasters, and some terrible things have gathered together and participated in a great war among."

Gascoigne: "Isle of Falouie, the big battle is on Isle of Falouie."

Alphalia said gloomyly: "I know that when that existence was born, I already felt his position. He has enslaved all the evil existences in the world."

Someone said, "What are we going to do?"

Mercer urged: "Alphalia, what is that existence? Why can he enslave evil spirits all over the world? He is a demon god? But I have never heard that the demon god will control these ghost things."

"It doesn't matter anymore, what matters is that the big fight is not over yet," Alphalia said.

If Alphalia was not sure that the existence was Du Wei, or the master of the Vanity Sect, the Lord Duke.

Now.

He's 100% sure.

Because many years ago.

Alphalia clearly remembered that her terrible master once said that he hated this world, and that one day, he would make this world what it should be.

All disharmony should not exist.

Alphalia touched the mask on his face, with mixed feelings in his heart: "So, are you going to change this world? Make it what it should be?"

"A world enslaved by you? Or, a world without evil spirits?"

"If it's the latter, even demon gods won't exist..."

Alphalia knew very well that whether it was the former or the latter, he couldn't bear the result.

as a traitor.

An out-and-out traitor, what Alphalia fears the most is the return of her master, because she will be liquidated.

Even if it is not liquidated.

Even in the best possible outcome, a world free of any dissonance and evil forces, hunters like them, dictators aloft, would feel worse than death.

They who have lost their strength are not as good as beggars on the street.

If it is compared to a pyramid, their strength is the cornerstone of the pyramid, and if the cornerstone is lost, the pyramid will collapse.

"Everyone, follow my orders."

Alphalia took a deep breath and made a decision.

He knew that the Vanity Cult was in shambles.

But the existence of thirteen masks will make anyone's thoughts and strategies useless.

They are a whole.

"Please tell me."

"Order, Lord Alphalia."

"There will be nothing but vanity forever."

All bowed their heads in humility.

Alphalia nodded, and said resolutely: "Start the ceremony immediately, we will become a whole, steal the power of the demon god, and at the same time, we must wear armor to become gods."

"We're going to fight too. The world doesn't need to get better. It just needs to stay the way it is."

When saying this.

Alphalia added another sentence in her heart: "My master, I once watched you die in the sarcophagus with my own eyes, but now, I want to get the power that you can't control, and send you to the grave with my own hands."

Following Alphalia's order.

The ceremony that the Vanity Sect had already prepared began ahead of schedule.

And all this.

His Excellency Fei Lun saw it all.

He is undercover...

Can not take off the mask.

...

This moment.

Falouie Island.

The sea water here is roaring, setting off huge waves, and slamming on the island fiercely.

The seaweed here is growing like a dead man's hair.

Under the island made of coral, corpses were wriggling like leeches.

Sudden.

There was a crash.

A hole suddenly opened above the island.

It was like a shattered mirror.

Huge shadows spread out from the rift, like tentacles waving.

A man's cold voice sounded: "This will be your grave, you can't escape."

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