Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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Either open the door and walk into the gate of hell.

Either take down the door.

This is something Du Wei can't do.

The reason why the evil spirit Du Wei dared to say so.

It's because it doesn't feel how threatening the gate of **** is to it, and it can really take this door apart into parts.

The danger is after opening the door.

Not now.

But the gate of **** gave no indication at all.

Still extremely resisting.

The evil spirit Du Wei took a deep breath and retracted his right hand that was pressing on the door.

Its pupils shrank.

The entire gate of **** hung directly, as if there was a pair of invisible hands, holding the gate tightly.

Squeak...

Squeak...

The gate of **** directly uttered an overwhelmed sound, and cracks appeared on the facade, and many stubbles broke off and slammed out.

The tightly closed door gap was also forced out of a gap abruptly.

Seeing this, the evil spirit Du Wei stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

Oh...

The gap in the door became bigger and bigger.

A lot of black mist oozes from the gap, which is very dignified. It is said to be mist, but it is more like a stream of water, sinking to the ground and spreading toward the evil spirit Du Wei.

It turned a blind eye, and instead took a step forward.

The mist that had just spread over was all suppressed and flowed back directly.

The evil spirit Du Wei put his hands together and inserted directly into the crack of the door.

Then, it said indifferently: "You should feel fortunate, because I still need to go in now and get the answer I want, but if I said that I want to tear you down, I will definitely do it."

Finished.

The evil spirit Du Wei pulled hard.

There was a boom.

The entire gate of hell, really only the door frame was demolished by it.

Damn...

The evil spirit Du Wei threw the dismantled door on the ground at will.

Inside the door frame in front of him, it was pitch black and deep.

Those mists, which are like currents, are still.

But it knew that it was actually because the mist was rolling frantically, and the speed was too fast, but it made people feel that there was no movement.

but.

It's not worth it to care about.

Pat the dust off your hands.

The mask pattern disappeared, and the pointer pattern resurfaced.

"It's really interesting, it actually fears me more evil spirits."

This time, Du Wei was talking.

He had some doubts in his heart.

Now, he has three identities, let alone the duke, but when Du Wei and the evil spirit Du Wei add up, they are each targeted by two Solomon's 72 Pillars.

Valarka and Lamer’s bells are the most terrifying known.

Only the golden balance of the evil spirit Du Wei is more intuitive, but the unknown existence that originally focused on it has not been exposed until now.

Du Wei and the evil spirit Du Wei have merged.

Although he uses different identities, all these problems tracing the roots should be on him.

It's a headache.

Du Wei turned his head and looked behind him.

Nothing.

But faintly, Du Wei had an illusion that his problems seemed to be more serious than he thought.

"Solomon's 72 Pillar Demon God..."

"You guys really make me sick."

Du Wei turned around and walked in the door without hesitation.

Masks, joker cards, envelopes, etc., all surrounded him, closely behind.

Those black mists that seemed to be flowing water did not fluctuate at all.

Sank in...

It's just that it took a while.

The only remaining door frame suddenly shattered...

...

in the dark.

It's like walking in the water.

Sticky texture.

Muddy.

Time goes by little by little.

Du Wei couldn't remember how long he had been away, it seemed that a century had passed, and it seemed like it was just a moment.

It's all darkness in the eyes.

There seems to be no end to the journey.

The road behind also disappeared.

Du Wei can only rely on his feelings to keep advancing in one direction.

...

And the other side.

In New York City.

In Du Wei's house, the entire hall was plunged into darkness.

Light cannot come in.

The antique clock was hung on the wall alone, and the overlapping hands turned mechanically, making a clicking sound.

suddenly……

It's like being stimulated.

The overlapping pointers spread out.

The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand each point to a time.

6:26:31...

The picture seems to be static.

The entire living room seems to be separated from the outside space.

It's like **** here.

The furniture and documents all hovered and clung to the ceiling.

And, some decorations in the home, one of the crosses, reversed the past.

Immediately afterwards.

A pale arm stretched out from the antique clock. On the back of the hand, there was a pointer pattern exactly like Du Wei's.

just.

The pointer pattern is exactly the same as the pointer of an antique clock.

At the same time.

Then, this hand was pressed on the dial.

The pattern is reversing.

The hands of antique clocks are constantly turning around.

Rotating circle by circle.

The furniture and documents floating on the ceiling are all spinning like crazy.

Click...

I don't know how long it took.

Suddenly, that hand stopped and slowly disappeared.

The pointers of the antique clocks point to the same as before.

But in fact, this is what it looks like after rotating it counterclockwise how many times.

Everything returned to calm.

Wow...

The furniture slammed heavily on the ground and fell to pieces.

Those documents are also scattered all over the place.

...

"call……"

Du Wei let out a suffocating breath.

After he entered the fog behind the door, he had been walking for a long time.

And now ~www.NovelMTL.com~ some changes have finally appeared in the front.

Revealing the light if there is no.

This made Du Wei somewhat relieved.

Being in a dark environment for a long time has a great impact on people.

Although it has long been used to him.

But he hates the unknown.

Walk towards the light.

Du Wei's vision widened.

When passing through that light.

all of a sudden.

His face became extremely wonderful.

Turning his head again, the fog behind him has long since disappeared, and replaced by a narrow alley made of stone and bricks.

"This is the world behind the gates of hell?"

Du Wei's tone was very surprised.

Turning his head again, he saw that there were carriages passing by, and the slate-paved ground was wet, as if it had just rained.

The surrounding buildings are also completely different from the modern style, which is a very obvious Gothic style.

On the contrary, the sky is dim, revealing a different sense of depression.

"what's the situation?"

Du Wei was at a loss.

At this time, a chaotic sound of footsteps rang, and they were approaching quickly.

Du Wei squinted his eyes and waved casually.

The mask and other items all got into the windbreaker he was wearing.

Then, a dozen or so men in tuxedos and top hats rushed over.

The dressing style of these people reveals the atmosphere of the old times.

And, they are all hunters...

at once.

A bad idea flashed in Du Wei's mind.

He put his hand in his pocket, rubbed the flintlock, looked at each other warily, and said nothing.

keep cool.

But then, the words of the ten or so hunters stunned him.

Those people respectfully said: "Your Excellency, please forgive us for being late."