Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

[Great Master Hei Duwei, you can doubt Envelope's character, but you can't doubt Envelope's professionalism. When it comes to seeing the wind and taking turns, who can be better than Envelope? 】

[Since my envelope falls into your hands, it is your lackey. 】

[I definitely want to kill him! 】

[Just trust me once. 】

The envelope feels that this Hei Duwei is too difficult to deceive.

It was almost carved out of the same mold as his own master.

Cautious and suspicious.

This kind of person is really too difficult to kill.

Is it true that the saying, good people don't live long, bad people live thousands of years.

If so.

The envelope speculated that its owner, Du Wei, could live for thousands of years no matter what.

Hei Duwei looked at the envelope with disdain.

It said indifferently: "Do you know why I don't believe you?"

The envelope asked: [Why? 】

Heduwei said, "Because you talk too much."

Envelope certainly doesn't understand the truth that too much talk is bound to fail.

especially.

He Duwei's wisdom is not much worse.

It is very clear that the envelope is an undercover agent, and it is impossible to surrender to itself.

but.

There are other uses for keeping envelopes.

It was because of this that He Duwei was not going to kill the envelope.

Just like Du Wei at the beginning.

It frowned and thought for a while.

Thinking: "It doesn't matter if I die here, but I must find out what he is planning, and I have to make two preparations,

Because he might make it impossible for me to pass the information back. "

"Besides, my birth created a gap between him and him. He has a future, because he is the real Du Wei, but I am just a copy."

"The demon god created me for nothing more than wanting to use me to replace him, and then assimilate me."

"But I'm also Du Wei, and I can't accept the fate of this birth."

Think here.

He Duwei made up his mind.

"If I can't deliver the news this time, it means that I have no advantage in confronting him. I will go to an earlier era and become a mask maker."

"And I can make some more things, and send messages to some future existences, making them doubt his authenticity, thereby replacing him step by step."

"Books are a good thing."

He Duwei's thinking is very clear.

And, these thoughts are transmitted to ontology by it.

And then.

Hei Duwei showed a cold smile at the envelope.

The envelope trembled with fear.

[You... what do you want to do? 】

He Duwei said indifferently: "I thought of a very interesting thing. In my memory, you are very similar to the count named Carlos. Have you ever thought that you are it?"

The envelope is confused.

It pondered for a while before it figured it out.

Only the master knew about the fact that he was Carlos in his previous life, but He Duwei didn't know about it, because he had already lost contact with his master when Lamer was exiled.

Therefore, based on the idea of ​​how bad the existence of "Duwei" is, it felt that Hei Duwei must have no good intentions.

【Master, don't scare me. How can I have anything to do with that idiot Carlos? What I hate the most in the envelope is that kind of dog licking. It's a terrible death. 】

He Duwei laughed terribly.

It sent a message to the main body in its heart: "If you go back to the past, you can kill Carlos, leave a trap on Carlos, and turn him into an envelope, maybe one day you can use it."

Finish these.

He Duwei took the envelope and walked into the wall without hesitation.

through the dark.

It saw a long tunnel.

"This is……"

He Duwei's voice was puzzled.

But at this moment.

Suddenly……

From behind it, a cold voice sounded: "You make me wait impatiently."

The moment the voice sounded.

Hei Duwei's eyes instantly turned into pitch black.

It's like being called.

It seems to be assimilated.

Its consciousness files directly.

Then, he reached out and shook off the envelope, turned around and walked towards the red door.

For the evil spirit Du Wei.

It never cared about its replicas, or imitators.

Because that's reinforcing the concept of it.

Now, the incarnation of Hei Duwei has become an extension of the evil spirit Duwei.

...

The envelope was outside the red door, watching Hei Duwei being assimilated.

Its shock cannot be overstated.

[The master of the evil spirit is really getting more and more terrifying. He Duwei has no ability to resist in front of it, but why, such a powerful master of the evil spirit, doesn't just kill them all? 】

This moment.

When He Duwei walked in.

The dark tide was boiling.

Automatically part ways.

It walked up to the evil spirit Du Wei step by step.

It's like doing a handoff.

Lie directly into the sarcophagus.

next second.

The evil spirit Du Wei felt that the sarcophagus' attention was diverted.

It squinted its eyes.

It disappeared instantly, and when it reappeared, it was already outside the red door.

And it didn't close.

Therefore, Du Wei, the evil spirit, could still stand at the door and observe the movement inside.

it sees.

After wading into the sarcophagus for the dead ghost, the suspended coffin lid closed immediately.

And, a muffled murmur sounded.

Although the seventy-two gates of hell are imitations, they have undergone a change at this moment.

From the perspective of the evil spirit Du Wei.

There are some unseen but real things that emerged from the sarcophagus, connecting the seventy-two stone gates.

The phantom of the demon god appeared first at the nearest four-pillar stone gate.

Followed by others.

This time, the phantom of the demon god appeared distorted, as if it was in great pain.

"It was broken down..."

The evil spirit Du Wei added in a calm tone, "Those decomposed things were sealed into the stone gate. This place is not only my tomb, but also the tomb of the demon god."

This is an affirmative sentence.

But then.

Those phantoms all collapsed.

False existence can't decompose anything at all.

Only Du Wei is real.

The sarcophagus seemed aware of being deceived.

Suddenly, the entire sarcophagus trembled.

The same goes for those gates of hell.

All of them seemed to come alive, staring at the evil spirit Du Wei standing outside the red door.

This is the owner of the tomb.

The evil spirit Du Wei closed the red door indifferently.

It touched the mask on its face, its eyes were cruel and determined.

"Walking into the sarcophagus will disintegrate, and something will be sealed into the stone door."

"The seventy-two stone gates correspond to the gates of hell."

"There is such a coincidence in the world, so the one who should be sealed should be Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods, but I am assimilating the demon gods."

The evil spirit Du Wei felt ridiculous.

If it wasn't for this time, I came to this place inexplicably, I'm afraid I still don't know that the power of the demon god I assimilated was stolen by an unknown existence.

What's more, he didn't know that the road to assimilating the demon god coincided with this tomb.

"I'm afraid that after I assimilate the seventy-two demon gods, I will really wade into the sarcophagus and be disassembled..."

The evil spirit Du Wei's tone was sarcasm.

It has an intuition that the more demon gods it assimilates, the more attractive the sarcophagus will be to itself.

One day, I will let myself lose control.