Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 491: Copy

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When entering the altar.

The other Du Wei stabbed him with a sharp knife.

Under the influence of some kind of strange force, the envelope could not find this scene at all.

In the blink of an eye.

The sharp knife stabbed Du Wei's back.

But at this moment.

From Du Wei's shadow, two sharp knives emerged directly, and the blades collided with each other, but strangely, there was no sound.

It's more like sticking.

A dark figure slowly emerged, with bloodshot eyes staring ferociously at the impostor.

At this time.

Du Wei turned around and looked at his other self expressionlessly.

"If the envelope can't see you, it doesn't mean I can't see you."

"I'm curious about what the **** you are, why you want to look like me, is it because you think doing so will give you any advantage?"

"Wisdom? Calmness? Psychological suggestion?"

"I can't see any of these."

After speaking, Du Wei stretched out his right hand, and the pattern of the pointer on the back of his hand was turning slightly.

Then he grabbed the other by the neck.

Strangely, unable to mark...

This made Du Wei a little puzzled: "The only thing I couldn't mark before was the Lamer's Bell, but I have personally experienced its power. Why are you so weak?"

The other party didn't answer, but kept struggling, trying to get rid of Du Wei.

The envelope on the side responded.

【Master, what's going on, why didn't the envelope find this counterfeit just now, where did it come from? 】

Du Wei said lightly: "The reason why you can't find it is because we have come to its territory. The existence of the demon **** level is beyond your reach."

The envelope is very puzzled.

[Then why can you find it? And sombra can? 】

Du Wei didn't want to explain, but he thought that Envelope's IQ was much higher now, so he couldn't ruthlessly exploit it like before.

It has to be sweetened.

Let it give the illusion that the effort will be rewarded.

Only in this way can the envelope work better for itself.

Of course...only until it turns into an idiot.

Therefore, Du Wei said: "Because I have been targeted by Lamer's Bell for a long time, the reason why I can see it now is because it wants me to see it, and the black shadow overlaps with me, It will also have my vision."

The envelope suddenly realized that it expressed great jealousy.

【I also want to become one with the master. 】

At this moment.

Suddenly, the man whose neck was grabbed by Du Wei showed a weird smile, and drew a clown card with the other hand.

The entire board is black.

Then the other one actually spoke: "I make a wish..."

The words just came here.

Du Wei's eyes were slightly cold, and he kicked Fang's abdomen directly, causing him to groan in pain, interrupting the other's wish.

He didn't know what it was.

It may be a copy of yourself, or it may be something weirder.

After all, the opponent took out the wishing card.

It seems to be constantly getting closer to synchronization with myself.

"You have no chance to make a wish."

As Du Wei said so, he took out a flintlock gun from his pocket with his other hand.

One shot to the head of the replica.

Boom.

The opponent's head was blasted to pieces, blood mixed with muddy liquid, splashed everywhere.

The corpse twitched on the ground, and then there was no more movement.

Du Wei did not step forward, but said vigilantly: "Hei Ying, you go."

Sombra made a move without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye.

Two sharp knives sliced ​​the replica's corpse into pieces.

The scene is extremely bloody.

Du Wei glanced at the black shadow strangely.

From the beginning to the present, although Sombra has become his most loyal subordinate, his persistence in wanting to kill himself seems to have never wavered...

Heiying turned his head blankly and glanced at Du Wei.

Inexplicably, it trembled for a while, as if it felt a chill.

Du Wei smiled at it: "You did a good job."

Sombra was at a loss.

But Du Wei ignored it. Instead, he squatted down and pulled the black clown card and another sharp knife with his flintlock.

The sharp knife is exactly the same as the one in Heiying's hand, except for the black color, there is no difference.

The outline of a figure can be faintly seen on the black clown card.

Looking at this scene, Du Wei couldn't help thinking.

"Is it really a copy of me? Can even copy the things on me?"

He couldn't believe it.

So, he rushed to the envelope and said, "Go and try it out and see if you can make a wish. I need to find out what this thing is all about."

The envelope rushed forward excitedly.

【I make a wish here with the envelope, and the balance will appear in the owner's hand immediately. 】

But in fact, the black joker card didn't give it any feedback.

And in the blink of an eye, it turned into a shadow and merged into the shadow.

The same goes for the body chopped into pieces by the shadow.

See this scenario.

Du Wei nodded thoughtfully: "Shadow, balance, I really want to understand."

Speaking.

He turned his head and looked at the huge statue in the center of the altar, and his eyes stopped on the golden balance.

At the same time, the whole person walked over.

"It's really interesting, Lamer's Bell, Valaka, and an unknown demon **** are all eyeing me, so now you're eyeing me too, right?"

"In the death screen I saw ~IndoMTL.com~ the other me used the scales, killed me, and he took all my things and walked out for me."

"But I just killed him, so this matter is no longer established."

Speaking of this, Du Wei suddenly stopped.

He shook his head and said: "No, the copied me will still appear, it wants to replace me."

"So I'm curious, why do you so-called demon gods always like to play with my ideas instead of others?"

"Is it because I have something special?"

He has no answer.

But he knew that the golden balance must be related to Solomon's seventy-two pillar demon god.

These so-called demon gods are so terrifying that he has no ability to resist at all.

Only demon gods can fight against demon gods.

For example, antique clocks for nuns.

Now, what Du Wei wants to do is actually very simple.

What disgusts him the most?

Antique clock...

None of them.

Can't fight, can't transfer out.

So he came up with a way. If he wanted the antique clock to die, he could only pull in other demon gods for the time being. Even when necessary, he would release the demon nun from his dream.

Have a stud.

Of course, there is another way.

That is, Du Wei himself became a demon god, a conceptual existence.

But that idea is really crazy, and the possibility of realizing it is basically zero.

At this moment, Du Wei walked up to the altar.

He said indifferently to the golden balance: "I don't know if you made my replica, but now all the sacrifices here are already with me, and it is impossible for it to come back."

"And you, don't you see me as your target?"

"Come on, I'll give you a chance!"