Du Wei could not see the changes in antique clocks and watches.

Every time the hand appeared, he deliberately avoided him.

And at this moment.

He is not in good shape.

On the altar.

The golden scale is recovering.

The pain caused to him by antique clocks did not decrease at all.

It seems to be out of control.

Du Wei supported the ground with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other, and blood kept oozing out of his mouth.

The whole person is incredibly miserable.

But even in this situation, he never had the idea of ​​giving up and resisting, and leaving here.

As long as you leave the golden balance and do not contact this thing, the antique clock will return to its previous state, and it is impossible to kill him.

However.

Du Wei doesn't want to leave.

He raised his head vigorously, his blood-filled eyes staring coldly at the golden balance.

His tone was even colder: "Why don't you want to choose me? Is it because you are afraid of the Ramer Bell, or is it because your target is just the evil spirit Du Wei?"

"If it was the former, I don't think this is true."

"Because in addition to the Ramer Bell, there are also Varaka."

"So, is it the latter?"

One end of the balance paused.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer: "Since that's the case, then it's as you wish."

Next second.

Du Wei closed his eyes.

When I opened it again, my eyes had turned dark.

The aura on his body was extremely cold.

"who I am?"

He ignored the pain in his body and stood up directly.

At the same time, all the evil spirits on the altar bowed their heads.

The black shadow stood silently behind him.

The envelope stabbed by a sharp knife was trembling with excitement.

A line of text emerged—[You are the king of evil spirits, you are the master of everything!]

He turned his head and looked at the envelope, the shadow, and other evil spirits.

Among those evil spirits, a doll floated over tremblingly, it was Annabelle.

He looked at all this with unconcealed indifference in his eyes.

Then he asked himself: "Duwei? Or the evil spirit Duwei?"

This seems to be a problem.

He thought about it and gave himself an answer: "Different names represent different me, whether they are true or false, or they do not exist."

"When I use different names, I am a different me."

"So now, I am the evil spirit Duwei."

After saying that.

It walked to the golden scale gracefully and said inexplicably: "Come on? Let me see how you copied me?"

The golden balance was unresponsive.

But the extremely terrifying aura? It was like a sharp knife that enveloped the evil spirit Du Wei.

The evil spirit Du Wei smiled disdainfully.

"This is useless to me? If you can kill me? You don't have to wait until now."

"Let me think about it, why don't you kill me?"

"Is it because you can't? Or can you not do it?"

"I think there are both, you want to copy one me? Replace my existence? To help you accomplish some purpose, but the other I exchanged identities with clown cards and replicas."

"But I don't think it's useful because I can set the rules, there's no reason you can't."

As he said that, the evil spirit Du Wei turned his head and looked at the opposite side.

In the darkness? Another person wearing a black priest suit slowly emerged.

There are all replicas of the things that the evil spirit Du Wei owns.

It's like a mirror, it's hard to tell who is true and who is false.

As soon as the other party appeared, he said coldly: "You will die? And I will go out from here on your behalf."

And? The golden balance is also tilting towards the other side.

The evil spirit Du Wei smiled sarcastically: "Are you talking to me?"

The evil spirits seemed to be affected and slowly raised their heads? The strong malice began to turn towards the evil spirit Du Wei.

"You want to die?"

The evil spirit Du Wei seemed to be asking.

Its tone was very plain and he could not detect any emotion.

But suddenly? The evil spirits who wanted to resist forced themselves back.

The pupils of the replica shrank.

The ability to immobilize.

This time it showed much higher IQ and ability than before.

Damn the abominable spirit Du Wei ignored this ability? He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it with snatch.

Bang……

The other party exploded into pieces.

"Look? This is what you made me. Why do you think this is my copy?"

The evil spirit Du Wei asked a question on the golden balance.

At the same time, it walked forward, pointed to the golden scale and said, "Come on, I'll see if I'll make another one..."

The balance representing that it end was stimulated and immediately rebounded and leveled.

Some strange power is at work.

Three replicas appeared around in a row.

But as soon as it appeared, it exploded into pieces.

The evil spirit Du Wei's actions were already very bold.

This can be said to be provoking the golden balance.

But for no reason, this thing that represents Solomon's seventy-two demon gods never really broke out and started.

The evil spirit Du Wei sneered and said, "Look, no matter how many replicas you have made, it is impossible for me to be as powerful as me, and you can't kill me now."

"Is it affecting you? The Bell of Ramer? Or Varaka?"

"Or it is some demon god related to me?"

"Of course, I don't think it's important because I suddenly thought of something very interesting."

"Matthew merged things related to Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillar Demons, and the people of the Vanity Sect did the same thing, and I did similar things a long time ago."

"And, I think you are not as good as the Ramer Bell."

Its voice was inexplicably chilling.

...

The same moment.

When the evil spirit Du Wei finished his last sentence.

The antique clocks and watches at home are still changing.
To be continued...