Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

The picture that the future sees ends here.

Du Wei was silent directly.

He stood there blankly, turned his head and looked at the blood pool behind him.

The blood of **** remained calm.

But there was a stormy sea in his heart.

"why……"

Du Wei opened his mouth, his voice very hoarse.

Before, he had always called this ability the picture of death, but after entering the gates of hell, he realized that it turned out to be future vision, and he could see certain pictures of the future.

In the same way, he also knew that the ability of future vision was not given by antique clocks, but Minette used a method that he didn't know, and transferred it to him.

The woman hopes that this ability can help him through the difficulties and avoid danger after he returns.

In fact, it is exactly the same.

But Du Wei could not understand.

Obviously it is the ability to see in the future, but why is the picture you see now from the past?

"Wait... Is she resurrected, resurrected at some time in the future? Then go to find the power of the demon **** and walk the path of becoming a **** in armor?"

"But if this is the case, doesn't it mean that I will die in the future?"

Du Wei said more and more illogical.

He frowned and thought to himself: "I can't become a demon god, because there is no need, so this is not true at all, so what I see is unlikely to be the future, but the past."

"But in this way, it fundamentally contradicts the capabilities of Future Vision."

Speaking of this, Du Wei took a deep look at the blood pool.

"Minette, do you want to tell me something?"

The blood pool is extremely calm...

No one will answer him.

...

at the same time.

In Du Wei's house, the hands of antique clocks are turning frantically.

Counterclockwise.

And that hand appeared from inside, and the pattern on the back of the hand was not a pointer, but a pattern similar to fog.

Moreover, the palm of the hand is open, and the five fingers are slightly bent, as if trying to grasp something.

But in the end, he could only slowly close and retract into the antique clock.

Ugh……

It was a sigh.

But no one can hear it, as if after a long time, it is completely out of line with the current time.

...

Altar in the church.

Du Wei watched all this.

He gritted his teeth, walked to the edge of the blood pool, and reached out his hand.

The picture he saw this time gave him the illusion that he couldn't adapt.

He is Du Wei, and everything he experienced is vividly visible.

There is no possibility that he himself is false.

Then push forward. There used to be him. After he got off the plane, he crossed into this unpleasant world, and did not cross into the Victorian era.

"Since I can't find the answer now, I won't find it anymore."

"I want to slaughter the Demon God, and rescue my girlfriend, so that everything becomes what it should be."

"Minette, I don't know what you want to tell me."

"But I feel that since you have repeated the path I have walked in the past, you must be related to the devil. The blood of **** may be something you left behind."

"Since I will confront the demon gods sooner or later, there is no difference between being stared at now and being stared at in the future."

"Come on... I am not without the ability to resist."

With that said, Du Wei directly reached into the blood pool.

all of a sudden.

The whole pool of blood boiled.

Countless blood bubbles gurgled like boiling water.

But Du Wei only felt cold.

The coldness crawled directly into the internal organs along his right hand, spreading in every corner of his body.

And, as if the pain of being crushed by the limbs came from the right hand.

"hiss……"

Du Wei took a breath.

Thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He endured the urge to roar, gritted his teeth abruptly, and withstood everything.

"No... I feel resisted..."

Du Wei's voice was trembling, it was because he was in extreme pain now, and his body could not be controlled at all.

The contact surface between the right hand and the blood of **** is being driven by a force in madness.

Really resist.

The blood of **** didn't want to contaminate Du Wei at all.

In other words, the demon **** related to it is resisting Du Wei.

"Stay away from it..."

This time, Minette's voice rang again, and that voice had been enduring something, as if suffering more pain than Du Wei.

"Stay away from it..."

There was another sound.

Du Wei snorted directly, and his right hand was ejected from the blood pool uncontrollably.

He staggered.

But he asked loudly: "What do you want me to stay away from? Alex is there again?"

But this time, there was no more sound.

Du Wei couldn't help laughing.

"Haha...ha...so you walked the way I've walked, you failed, your consciousness was assimilated by the devil, in the blood of Jesus."

"What's the point of doing this?"

Du Wei growled: "Why is your consciousness still there, and where is Alex's consciousness? Isn't she your reincarnation?"

"Your consciousness should be her consciousness."

"But what I see now is that you are you and she is her."

"Where is her consciousness? Or is she not conscious at all, just a body, the body of your reincarnation?"

...

The envelope feels bad recently.

It followed Du Wei for a while.

Be willing to be a running dog.

Although it felt that Du Wei seldom smiled at it, and did not know why, every time Du Wei laughed, it would be unlucky for a few days.

But that's better than now.

It has never seen Du Wei smile so scared it~www.NovelMTL.com~Master, are you better now? 】

On the altar, everything has returned to calm.

Du Wei stood on the top indifferently, and had maintained it for ten minutes.

He glanced, saw the text on the envelope, and did not speak.

[Master... You are the sun, the moon and the stars, you are the past and the future, and you are the beacon of the envelope. No matter how difficult it is, it will be the same in front of you. 】

This evil spirit envelope doesn't seem to know how to open the topic, it can only open and lick like before.

[Master... Think about it, the envelope. A villain like you must have the last laugh. Although your smile is ugly now, you don't have to worry about these messes at all. 】

[What **** Solomon's 72 Pillar Demon God, when you wake up from the evil spirits, you will punch one to death and tear down all of their doors. 】

[Oh, you don’t seem to like the world very much, then we can destroy the world directly. As long as you are happy, the envelope feels that everything is worth it. 】

It can be said that the envelope is humble to the extreme in front of Du Wei.

this moment.

Du Wei shook his head, turned and walked off the altar.

At the same time, he said to the envelope: "Next, we will go to Vanity Cult. As for other things, we will let go. We are not strong enough, whether it is me or you."

"I hope you can become stronger."

【what? Master, didn't you say that the envelope is waste? If you want to make the envelope stronger, you have to use Matthew's pen to free the envelope, which would be very dangerous. 】

Du Wei nodded and said blankly: "So one day, I will go to Twilight Clock and take back the pen."

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