Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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When the evil spirit Du Wei came to the real gate of hell, another world of the island in the lake.

Those isolated and inaccessible beings in the rear.

Together with Minette, it gradually became more and more hazy, and finally merged into the darkness.

The real and the unreal alternate.

at this time.

The evil spirit Du Wei is like a devil walking out of hell.

It looks at everything in front of it.

On the right hand, the scar that looked like a ring had disappeared.

Gold scales, pointers.

And the curses are all gone.

All that remains are the masks, and the assimilated symbols of the sea.

His eyes flicked over the evil spirit doll, that is, Annabelle, and finally landed on the five demon gods.

Demon gods are conceptual existences.

It is almost impossible to kill it.

Even the evil spirit Du Wei.

It also just assimilated a demon god.

certainly.

The demon god here is just an extension of power, a conceptual product, and all the information clearly points to them, but in fact, it is not its true self here.

For example.

The sun shines on the earth during the day, and when the night comes, the sun's light is replaced, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Most of the light you see is refracted from the moon.

Now, the five demon gods here are such refracted brilliance.

"Honestly, I'm a little disappointed."

"But I was pleasantly surprised."

Two sentences uttered from the mouth of the evil spirit Du Wei.

The first sentence was addressed to the visions that represented the Daedra, the second to Annabelle.

opposite.

The phantoms of the five demon gods did not do anything to the evil spirit Du Wei.

On the contrary, Annabelle trembled slightly.

It was suspended in the air, and its gaze was fixed on Du Wei, the evil spirit, but that gaze was extremely empty, as if projected from an infinite space.

The scene became very awkward.

No imaginary battles.

Some are just conceptual information infection.

The evil spirit Du Wei walked up step by step from the depths of the ground like an abyss.

There are envelopes wrapping around behind her.

Its shadow melts into darkness.

In its pitch-black eyes, there was an undisguised killing intent.

The hatred between Solomon's seventy-two pillar demon gods.

It's really not a day or two.

It may not be too long from the beginning to the end of the story.

But in the past and the future, in the infinite loop of time locks, the hatred between them has long been integrated into fate.

Regardless of any choice made.

Whether to follow the trend or take the initiative to attack, you will end up on this road in the end.

"bring it on."

"Illusion can become reality, falsehood can replace reality."

"As long as you have a concept about me."

"I admit that you are real."

The evil spirit Du Wei walked up to the opened vertical eyes, and looked inside.

The pupils of the vertical eyes are also dark and deep, like an abyss-like vortex, with indescribable magic, one can't help but fall into it just by looking at it, and even the soul becomes a part of it.

then.

The evil spirit Du Wei looked at a cloud of mist again, and there was a clicking sound of the pointer in the mist.

Even it can't see its true face.

But what was in the mist was not an antique clock, but a filthy existence that was twisted together by a mud-like black substance that looked like mud.

But in the mud, there are three pointers intertwined.

on the other side.

It is Varaka.

It's basically the same as the Demon Nun.

But that terrifying feeling is completely different.

And, it has male organs.

Looking at the remaining two demon gods, they were a mass of nothingness, and a hazy, rough face pattern that looked like a child's random smear.

The evil spirit Du Wei nodded thoughtfully at the five demon gods.

"At the beginning, Minette should have tried to wear armor to become a god and seize your power, which led to the final failure and was suppressed by dismemberment."

Its tone is ordinary.

Not angry or sad.

That belonged to Du Wei, not it.

Human or non-human, evil is not me.

Seeing this, Annabel on the side couldn't help but paused.

The breath froze immediately.

moment.

The five phantoms of demon gods exuded a terrifying aura, and some dense black silk threads constructed everything here like information.

The infestation intensified.

Annabelle's body immediately opened a gap.

Even if the existence that controls it is very strong, it can't block the gate of hell and still face the phantoms of the five demon gods.

The evil spirit Du Wei took a deep look at Annabelle.

It also shot.

Pointing directly at Annabelle, the opponent's doll's body made a tearing sound, and opened a gap again.

Peer through the gap.

The inside has long been filled with black fine silk threads.

have to say.

The evil spirit Du Wei is very familiar with this kind of black fine silk thread.

It has the same means for itself.

Demon gods, weirdness, and even the appearance of some evil spirits all have more or less similar manifestations.

"The reason why I came here should be because of you..."

"So what are you waiting for?"

"Wait for me to feel sorry for you?"

"Stupid woman..."

The evil spirit Du Wei said, squinting his eyes.

Countless black mist emerged from its eyes, covering everything around it in the blink of an eye.

The phantom of the demon god, Annabelle, who was manipulated like a puppet, had no time to escape.

The entire island in the lake was also shrouded in darkness.

The light disappears.

The whole sky can not see the stars and the moon, as if in hell.

Darkness is a product of human instinctive fear.

Fear never goes away.

"Solomon's seventy-two demon gods correspond to the seventy-two gates of hell."

"If you come from hell."

"Then I am your hell."

"You will never be able to get rid of me. Either you will die completely, without even a concept, or you will become a part of me."

"So you should remember my name."

"Then... you will start to tremble and learn to fear."

Only the evil spirit Du Wei can speak.

Its sound is really no different from the sound of hell.

It's getting more and more scary.

Getting stronger and stronger.

...

There is a will extending from the gates of hell.

Can't see its existence.

But with its extension, aware of its movement.

From the altar under the city of Massas, through the endless darkness, to the ground that has been razed to the ground, and then quickly walk through.

Eventually, that will reached the villa in the heart of New York.

A pale and slender fingertip trembled slightly.

He tried to hold it tightly, but before he could hold it tightly, he let it go in despair.

"So you're not him..."

There is a woman's voice, which seems to have passed from the past to the present, and there is too much sadness and pain in that voice.

finally.

The hand retracted.

Everything is back to normal.