Time flies, and soon, the projection of the underworld that looms over Simon's new home begins to dissipate, and without the support of the Mirror of the Infinite Transformation, this false land will eventually be consumed by reality.

Simon walked over to Bieber and Laura and crouched down, rubbing their heads as usual, but unfortunately they didn't rub their heads against their legs and feet as affectionately as they used to.

Thinking of the disciples who turned into birds and beasts and scattered after his death, these beasts were more loyal and grateful!

Simon stood up and flicked the earring that hung next to his ear.

The crumbling projection of the underworld that shrouded the house seemed to wrap the bodies of Laura and Bieber like a black curtain, and disappeared directly between the earrings.

Fortunately, I blocked this space with the Ten Thousand Transformation Mirror in advance, and a little of Bieber and Laura's true spirit has not been absorbed by the world, so there is still salvation, I hope they will like their new form after they are resurrected!

After doing this, Simon strode out the door, and the noon sun was shining warmly, especially when he had just walked out of the projection of the underworld.

It's only been an hour before and after, but he has undergone earth-shaking changes, but this is not a bad thing after all, although he said that he gave up the last Yuan Shen Fa, but he can get a chance to integrate into this world, and it is also worth it, otherwise I don't know how many times it will happen in something similar to what happened just now.

Since I began to decide to interfere in the time I integrated into this world, how many things have I encountered that ordinary people can't encounter in a lifetime, all kinds of unfortunate things come uninvited, and I am really the reincarnation of a broom star?

Or in this parlance, this is the arrangement of fate? I'm afraid it may not be!

Simon is actually very lucky, at least the Heavenly Dao of this world, or the Gaia consciousness of the planet, is only constantly pushing others to find trouble for himself. If it were left in the Hanhai Law Realm, I am afraid that if it weren't for the three calamities of wind, fire, thunder and tribulation, he would have already split himself into ashes.

But since he sacrificed the Yuan Shen and completely integrated into this body, the sense of rejection in the dark has finally disappeared, and it seems that he has only recognized himself as his own person, but this is far from enough!

After all, according to the agreement between himself and the Mirror of Eternity, such a small gain was not enough to make up for the loss of the two of them. Among them, the Mirror of Eternity has sacrificed a lot, constantly and completely destroying the old instruments and forms, and even discarding the Tao and Dharma that contain the Hanhai Dharma Realm, and only retaining the purest essence.

Then, with the help of the laws of this realm contained in the ghoul lord, he reconstructed his own foundation, which can be described as a huge cost. But if there is a pay, there will be a gain, and if it can give up so much, it will naturally have a greater plan.

The Mirror of Eternity is the most obvious manifestation.

Everything has a name, and a name is a crucial decision for everything. Especially the name of this kind of artifact, that is even more important.

It's like a god's proverb at the time of the canonization of a god, which contains the authority and power of a god. Just in order to change the name of the Wanhua Returning Mirror, Simon sacrificed his entire Yuan Shen Fa Phase, which was a success, and he couldn't even pray for the prayer that showed his authority later.

But this is not too bad, it has finally laid the most basic form of the Mirror of Eternity, barely put on the name of eternity, and it is not in vain to sacrifice such a big sacrifice, and the artifact

The quality has not changed, but when the time is ripe in the future, it is not impossible to go further.

One afternoon, more than twenty days later, the weather was overcast and a light rain was constantly dripping.

In a small town more than 200 kilometers from Nuronto, Mr. Smith stood at the door of the community with an umbrella in one hand and his wife Mary on the shoulder, anxiously looking at the intersection where there were few pedestrians.

Mrs. Smith Mary crossed her hands and clasped her hands, lowered her head from time to time to wipe the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes, and looked at her husband in a fragile and helpless tone, "John, will he really come, can he save my poor Adore?"

"Yes, Mary, we've agreed, he'll be there shortly. You don't have to worry, I asked, he is a very famous psychic, and he will definitely be able to drive away the devil from Ador. John whispered comfort to his wife, and gently kissed her on the forehead to calm her down.

She couldn't stand any more blows. God, Almighty Father, save Adore, and I will pay any price.

John waited anxiously while praying to the High Priest for repentance. He deceived poor Mary, he didn't know if the person who called yesterday would actually come, and he didn't know if he was a psychic exorcist as the phone said.

Since noticing the abnormality in their daughter Adore, the couple has taken her to the hospital, asked for help from a priest, and even found an indigenous witch doctor in Angosia, but it still didn't work, and they could only watch their daughter continue to be tormented by the devil on her body, from the original lively and lovely girl to the current miserable.

But he really has no choice, as a last resort, he keeps uploading his daughter's recent situation to the Internet, hoping that someone can help them, but unfortunately no one pays much attention to it, everyone only thinks that they are Internet crooks who want to be famous, and they all watch it lively, and even many people are scolding below.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith were already utterly desperate, but yesterday someone suddenly called and said they wanted to see how their daughter was doing.

John agreed directly, after all, the situation could not be worse, and he could only pin his hopes on him, otherwise if this continued, poor Mary would really go crazy.

A cold wind blew, and John moved his umbrella to Mary's side, hoping to shield her from the wind and rain.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the temperature became more and more humid and cold, and it was chilling to stand outside for a while.

Simon stopped in the parking space, and then walked straight to the Smiths, who were still immersed in grief, with a black umbrella.

That's right, he's the exorcist and psychic that the Smiths are waiting for.

A few days ago, when he was browsing the posts of the Mystery Society, he suddenly saw a fan posting asking whether the photo of his daughter uploaded by the Smiths was real or fake.

Simon didn't care about it at the time, he didn't care too much after casually scanning his eyes as usual, after all, as a supernatural and mysterious forum, there were too many such posts every day, and he was already surprised.

But when he opened the post and was about to leave a message to earn points, he suddenly saw one of the pictures, which seemed to be very graphic!

The little girl in the photograph had a rust-colored handstand thorn on each side of her cheek, which seemed to resemble the sign of a certain devil on the summoning book he had obtained, which aroused his curiosity.

After all, he needed these things now, or the Mirror of Eternity, or the laws they contained.

After all, its current form was constructed according to the laws contained in the head of the devouring ghoul lord, which can be described as extremely rudimentary and unstable.

So, here comes Simon. Coming as an exorcist or psychic, this is also the new identity he has created for himself.

After all, for a long time to come, he needs to keep looking for prey for the Eternal Mirror, and improve himself as soon as possible, it will be much more convenient to have such an identity.

"I'm coming!" Simon strode up to Mr. and Mrs. Smith and said lightly, without introducing himself too much.

Mr. Smith looked up in surprise and looked at Simon in disbelief, he had thought it was a deliberately prank call, after all, there was a precedent.

As if he couldn't believe it, he still asked with some surprise, "Are you the gentleman who called yesterday?" After all, Simon is a little too young, and there is still a gap between him and the exorcist psychic he imagined.

Simon didn't care about any of this, and just nodded and asked Mr. Smith to lead the way.

Along the way, Mr. Smith seemed eager to ask him something, but every time he touched Simon's indifferent eyes, he always felt unable to speak. He felt that the young boy in front of him was an exorcist at the moment, as if there was an invisible majesty in him, and he instinctively had a little more confidence in Simon.

After entering the door, the three of them didn't say much. Mr. Smith took Simon directly to Adore's room on the second floor.

As soon as he walked to the door of the room, he felt an evil, lava-like sulfur-like aura through the door, constantly impacting his senses.

Simon was not timid, pushed open the door directly, and strode in. Since he dared to come here, he was naturally sure.

The room was dark and dark, and all the windows were blocked by curtains. On the wide fixed bed, a girl in white pajamas was firmly tied to the corner of the bed.

This may sound very reverie, but in fact, normal people can't wait to forget it when they see it.

The girl's original golden hair had turned yellow, and there were three slightly curved black horns of different lengths on her forehead, her eyes were cloudy yellow, and she could not see a little pupil and white, and there was a rust-colored inverted handstand thorn on each side of her cheeks, and her nose turned out in an inverted triangle, and from time to time there would be yellow-green snot spurting out.

Simon lowered his head, closed his eyelids slightly, and looked out of the corner of his eye, thanks to the extraordinary psychic talent of this physical body.

In a haze, he clearly saw the true face of the possessed monster, which was simply ugly and disgusting. It has no brains and no face, only a fat round body with countless cloudy yellow eyes and a large mouth, and whenever pus flows out of the cloudy yellow eyes, the black-brown tongue full of sarcoma in the big mouth quickly licks it into its mouth and eats it with relish.

Simon instinctively wanted to retch, and sure enough, this thing was just like what the summoning book said, although the strength was not very good, but it could really disgust the dead.

As if he had discovered that Simon had spied on him, the demon named Bad Dasha in the summoning book, opened his mouth and cursed wildly and laughed wildly, and countless poisonous and evil words attacked him.