He walked away from the Union Building with firm steps until it was completely submerged in darkness.

It is a quiet room, antique, surrounded by incense, smoky, sandalwood.

It was here that Clark studied magic on his weekdays.

He placed Erica on the ground and waved his hand to summon the Book of Darkness to find a way to cure Erica.

However, this time, the tsundere's Black Book didn't give a superfluous solution at all, only one summoned Sithorne to hang high.

This book is usually awesome and coaxing, but it wilts when it comes to the real thing, and it is simply a representative of waste dim sum.

Probably capturing Clark's thoughts, the Book of Black has a rare explanation.

"When it comes to high-energy interference, more fragments of the Book of the Dead are needed to scan and analyze."

Clark was disappointed, but when he thought about it, it felt reasonable.

After all, the Book of Black is only a part of the Book of Death, and even if it is a real Book of Death, it cannot be omniscient, let alone a fragment of it.

And listening to the meaning of the words of the Black Book, it is not that it has no way, but because it cannot be analyzed.

It's a bit like a 1+1 in a box, and people who don't have perspective scanning ability can't solve the problem even if they can do it, because they won't even show you the question.

This is the simplest and crudest way to keep secrets, with the help of high-level energy to isolate the inside and outside, the best way to restrain such a rich experience and knowledge like the Black Book, but it can't mobilize much energy by itself.

Seeing that Erica's condition was getting worse and worse, and the red light in her eyes was getting more and more intense, Clark gritted his teeth and planned to try his luck at the Supreme Mage.

Clark definitely didn't want to meet the chattering Supreme Mage unless he had to, and in fact, he occasionally wondered if he, the time-traveler, would be kicked out of Marvel's Earth by the bald boss who suddenly appeared at some point.

However, judging from the fact that he is still completely engaged in the wind and rain in New York, this Supreme Mage, who claims to have guarded the earth for hundreds of years, is not so terrible.

With Erica with him, Clark arrives at 117 Blick Street, where the New York City Temple is located.

Of course, the entrance to the temple is hidden under magic, and ordinary people can only enter an ordinary room when they open this door, and only a mage who knows how to open the door correctly can enter the temple correctly.

Obviously, Clark did not know the proper way to open the temple.

But he could wait, every temple had a guardian, and occasionally a few apprentices.

If one of them wants to go out and hang out, Clark can get the right way to open the door with a little brain.

Just when Clark thought he was going to have to wait a while, the door to the temple was opened.

Dressed in a yellow robe, wearing a hood, no eyebrows and no hair, with an outstanding temperament, just one look at her makes people forget, her amazement transcends gender, ignoring men and women.

She walked straight towards Clark, and as she walked, the space around her began to change, the house turned upside down, spread, and swirled, and by the time she reached Clark's side, everything around her had changed, as if she were in a kaleidoscope.

"This is the famous mirror space?" new

"Yes."

"You don't have to try to use telepathy on me, it won't work for me."

Clark smiled awkwardly.

"You can leave her here, I know what you're here for."

Gu Yi stretched out his hand and pointed to the stone platform that had risen at some point.

"You know?"

"There are very few things on earth that I don't know."

Gu Yi put his hands behind his back, a pair of light blue eyes, Gu Jing Wubo, and his tone was indifferent.

Clark carefully put Erica down and straightened her hands and feet, and then asked with some suspicion, "Would you like to help me?"

Gu Yi smiled slightly and said, "Even if it is me, it will cost me a lot to solve your problem."

When Clark heard this, he suddenly felt that there was

It's a familiar feeling, isn't this a common phrase used when talking about business?

It turns out that you are like this, Ancient One Mage, you just blew a big cowhide, and you can pull down your face and ask for a price the next moment.

"What price do I have to pay?"

Clark said bluntly, this scene may not know how many times it has happened in the eyes of the ancient one, so it is best not to do something that is not in the corner, or to get straight to the point, and don't waste everyone's time.

"Just give me the Black Book."

Hearing this, Clark was slightly stunned, nodded and said, "It's fair trade, it's reasonable."

If abandoning the Book of Black could save Erica, Clark would never spare such a treasure.

Gu Yi opened his hands, and the black book on Clark's body flew up involuntarily, and was pulled by some force and flew towards Gu Yi.

This book of black, which is usually tsundere and even looks down on Clark, shows strong reluctance towards Clark at this time, and Clark's telepathy can clearly perceive its reluctant emotions.

Looking back on his experience after getting the Black Book, Clark didn't feel that he had cultivated any feelings with this book, so why was he so reluctant.

It's the Book of Black, and I feel the ill-intentioned of the ancient one.

Or is Lao Tzu a genius who learns black magic?

It makes this book so reluctant.

Although the Book of Black tried its best to resist the power of the Ancient One, its small arms and legs could not twist the ancient one after all, and it was sucked by the Ancient One and held it in his hand.

The ancient one waved his hand, as if by magic, and the Black Book disappeared from Clark's vision.

"You can save her now."

"Of course."

The Ancient One came to Erica's side and slapped Erica and the demon's spirit out of his body.

At this time, Erica's spirit body and demon were connected together through black qi, showing some kind of superhuman change.

"She's demonizing, it's an irreversible process, I can only use magic to try to stop this process right now, but this change is irreversible, subtle, until one day she will become a real demon."

As she spoke, the Ancient One cast her spells, her spell casting posture was gorgeous and smooth, golden spell weapons continued to generate and disappear in her hands, she used one hand to cast rescue spells to help Erica, and the other hand cast lethal spells to fight the demons.

Clark had never seen such a grand and ornate fight.

Of course, in the process of fighting the demon, the ancient one's posture has always been at ease, as if the demon was the plaything in her hands.

Clark remembered that there had been people arguing about the true strength of the Ancient One.

Some people say that her combat power is comparable to Odin, otherwise it would be impossible to protect the earth for hundreds of years, and her reputation is resounding across the multiverse.

But some people say that she is nothing more than that, in the face of defected disciples, she failed to show overwhelming strength, and even died of grievances in the end.