I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 93 Real Magic

At this moment, Vincent, who had been busy fighting against hidden dangers in his body, suddenly turned his head and looked at the broken corpse on the ground.

This remains, which had lost all vital signs just now, was like a weird puppet, with blue eyes staring straight at the ceiling, and its mouth opened and closed, making an obviously mocking sound.

"So, how did this defect come about? I think it should be because of the use of a broken promotion formation, and the most critical medium has been deliberately replaced or confused, which has caused you to be more and more out of control. Are you sure? Have you tried many ways? But in the end, there is nothing to do.

Hey, is it possible that the person who gave you the ritual magic book tricked you into saying that he can solve the hidden dangers in your body?
A seemingly glamorous magician is secretly a pitiful wretch who faces out-of-control desires every night, but even so, he still doesn’t forget to harm more people.”

boom! boom! boom!
Vincent's expression became more ferocious. He aimed at the head of the corpse and pulled the trigger. A series of bullets smashed the head into pieces.

The minced meat and brains exploded and splashed on the unclean floor, and the bones and scum were scattered everywhere, making a few muffled crackling noises.

But even so, the voice still enveloped the room like a magic sound.

"Then, do you no longer have the concept of morality and good and evil in your heart?
An eight-year-old child regards you as a mentor and believes in your words.

But you used him as a tool to reveal the extraordinary ceremony, even knowing that it would kill him, you didn’t care about it.”

"This is the problem caused by the incomplete promotion formation. As long as you find out his weakness, you can easily defeat him without fighting at all."

Subsequently, the ether in his body will be further disordered, first destroying the internal organs, then the nerves, and finally the flesh and bones.

Compared with the destruction in the physical sense, the defeat on the spiritual level is often more terrifying and rapid.

It was obvious that you had been irritating this guy with words just now
"No, I just want to take the opportunity to try."

Yes, he doesn't hate the rich, because he knows that the only way he can get out of poverty is to rely on those rich people who are dressed all day long.

As a result, he hates every poor person.

Vincent hated poverty. If it wasn't for this, how could he have fallen into the current situation step by step.

George didn't feel nervous or dignified at all. He lit a cigarette, pointed at Vincent who was kneeling on the ground, and continued:

好到
Vincent has lost all ability to resist.

It won't be long before he turns into something grotesque, probably the same as the wrong medium for his promotion. "

"See, this is the real magic." The man said in a disdainful tone.

He roared madly, and swung his right hand violently in the air. The dagger that silently harvested "life" appeared out of thin air, and raged at the corpses on the ground to vent!
"Come out! You pretender!"

As soon as the voice fell, the scenery in front of Vincent's eyes was all blurred, like a bright oil painting suddenly placed in water, diluting the original rich image.

Vincent still stood at the door, maintaining the alert posture he had just heard the sound outside the house.

"You fart!"

Vincent lowered his head, the hand holding the pistol trembled slightly.

Next to him was a man who also had black hair, and a pair of red pupils were shining with a strange light.

He hated the word, seeing it as the scariest and most disgusting thing in the world.

I have to say, the effect is very good.

What is there to care about?
Is there anything that can't be exchanged for a reward?

George successfully demonstrated the miraculous ability of a qualified "magician", and it can even be said that he defeated the official member of the St. Will Magic Association without any effort.

If I'm not wrong, there will be very subtle voices in his ears, like the whispers of the devil, hitting his brain over and over again,

The hidden dangers brought about by the incomplete promotion have been his only heart disease all along.

Outside the door, the handsome young man who "resurrected from the dead" was standing in the dark corridor, holding a piece of yellow paper between his fingers.

These lonely and humble guys like weeds on the side of the road should leave this world as soon as possible and turn them into fertilizer for the land
Or, the stepping stones for his upward climb.

"He's out of control." George saw his situation at a glance.

Another heart disease is poverty.

"Incompetent rage will only expose your weakness."

"Like his loss of control, generally it will not bring serious risks, I mean it will not cause too much danger to the outside world, it is only limited to him personally.

Dante took a step forward, and suddenly a yellow talisman appeared in his palm. He quickly recited a few words in a low voice, moved his energy on it, and put his hand on Vincent's forehead.

The way to defeat a person is sometimes not just physical defeat.

"What gave you the illusion? Eh? This fake disabled magician."

Dante nodded, frowning: "He looks very uncomfortable."

Vincent's eyes were obviously crying for help, and he tried to open his mouth, trying to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

The only difference is that the revolver disappeared in his hand.

Although he still didn't say a word, the blue veins on his neck proved that his mood was not stable. The whispers in his ears and the mockery in the room were intertwined, making him almost lose control.

George blew out a smoke ring and asked doubtfully, "You don't want to show kindness, do you?"

The body disappeared, the blood disappeared, the bones disappeared, the bullet holes disappeared, and everything returned to the original appearance.

"No one can stop the runaway, you"

Dante didn't answer his companion's words, he tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes quietly examined the "magician" in the room who was on the verge of collapse, and his voice was gentle:

"Are you really sure that you will be safe? Do you really think that you can get that reward safely?"

"No way, once out of control happens, it is destined to be an irreversible process."

Dante's tone became more and more mocking, and the hidden anger could be vaguely heard, as well as some other voices that seemed to be discussing.

Dante's voice sounded from all directions in the room, lingering around the beam.

You, an official Extraordinary who came out of nowhere, why stand on the moral high ground and wantonly belittle and mock me? !
Vincent's eyes began to redden uncontrollably, and the blood in his body seemed to burst through the blood vessels, gushing out with anger that turned into substance.

George's tone did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if he was a cold and heartless spectator.

"Do you like this trick?"

At this moment, his body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, large blood vessels on his skin were swollen, and his fair face turned redder, as if someone had strangled his neck.

How could he hate these benefactors?
But it is a completely different attitude towards those poor people like him in the past.

During the whole process, Dante just tossed a few coins to cooperate with the other party to create the necessary performance environment, and by the way tried the perfect combination of Taoist formation and extraordinary power.

Just halfway through George's words, his pupils dilated instantly, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

I saw that the guy on the ground who had begun to change into an inhuman form stopped trembling little by little, and even the purple red on his skin was slowly fading away.

"Fuck, are you doing magic tricks for me?!"

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