The rising sun rises and the morning glow is just beginning to bloom. Although the lights in the room have gone out, they will not appear dim.

Ulu sat cross-legged on the bed, and suddenly a pain flashed between his eyebrows, and was replaced by a joyful look, but from time to time there were pain mixed in, making the expression on his face quite strange.

He could not detect the specific existence of the power of faith, but could feel that the magic power in his body was changing!

There is a shadow of veins in the human body. It can be condensed through various methods. If it is contaminated with divine nature, it will be a divine vein. If it is contaminated with magic, it will be a demonic vein. Depending on the nature, divine power or magic will be breeded in the veins. This power can be used to enhance the strength of the body, or to use divine magic to control the elements of heaven and earth for one's own use!

The magic power is revealed, while the divine power is gentle and gentle.

At this moment, Ulu felt that his magic was becoming softer, just like the edges and corners of wood were being worn away bit by bit. Although this efficiency was extremely slow and it was like peeling off a cocoon, it was indeed changing!

This is the change caused by the devil's erosion by the power of faith. As long as this continues, one day the edges and corners of the devil will be completely smoothed out, and the devil will become a neutral force. If it continues, it will be contaminated with divinity due to the belief of this god and will eventually be transformed into divine power.

This shows that his idea has been established, and the power of faith in the Book of Demon is indeed "the power of faith of oneself"!

This is the reason why he is happy because he sees hope.

However, all this is simple, but it is accompanied by pain that ordinary people cannot bear.

Demonic nature, demonic network, magic power is like the hair of the human body, and the power of faith is like a file. According to the Shenjing method, the power of faith is used to wash away the magic power, and the file is used to scrape the skin off bit by bit. This pain is like cramps, skin peeling, and the pain of lingchi!

If Ulu hadn't been suffering from the severe pain in his right eye for the past year, he would have been unable to bear it!

Even so, his body trembled slightly because of the pain of Lingchi. Although this tremor was subtle, it involved every corner of the body. Every minute and every second required a lot of mental energy to endure the pain.

As time passed, his face became paler, and bumps were raised on his skin, and sticky sweat spilled out little by little, soaking the bed sheets under him soaked.

Until noon, Ulu's eyes suddenly opened, his body relaxed for a moment, his originally tight skin became loose in an instant, and his sitting posture could no longer be maintained. He swayed and lay on the bed.

Looking at the snow-white ceiling, Ulu only felt the whiteness in front of her eyes, and a dizziness suddenly swept over, mixed with the afterglow of pain, making people feel disgusting and wanting to vomit.

But the corners of his mouth were grinning, and a hoarse laughter overflowed from his mouth, echoing in the bedroom for a long time.

If someone watched at this time, he would definitely think that his spirit was abnormal.

But Ulu felt extremely happy at this moment. The depression that had been over the past year was finally vented at this time. Although the muscles in her body were twitching, an unusual feeling of ease surged in her heart.

Success!

Among the 260 demonic networks that had already condensed in his body, the magic power in one of the demonic networks has lost its magical nature. Although the demonic nature that has lost its magical nature is extremely similar to the spiritual power of the warrior, Ulu has no time to take care of this. As long as he cannot feel the magical aura, it means that he has successfully taken the first step!

From morning to noon, it took a full six hours to endure the pain that ordinary people could not bear. He finally successfully took this first step!

"But... it's not enough... the speed is not enough..."

A hoarse voice slowly rang, and Ulu denied the incredible speed of cultivation that seemed to the crazy believers to cultivate. Purification of a demonic network is no simpler than condensing a divine vein. The demonic network was only six hours. This speed was enough to make countless self-deprecating crazy believers commit suicide in front of the statue of gods in shame.

But... it's really not enough!

Because the demonic network in Ulu's body still has not stopped growing, if the purification speed cannot even catch up with the growth rate of the demonic network, how can it be said that it is enough?

"It seems that the amount of embezzlement of the power of faith must be increased! I hope the pain will not be too severe..."

Whispering, Ulu stood up from the bed with difficulty. Although he had the urge to continue immediately, eating was essential to replenish his energy, and he took advantage of this time to soothe his tense spirit.

The power of faith is not produced out of thin air. If you want to generate the power of faith, there will definitely be corresponding consumption, either soul power, mental power, or some power that has not been discovered and recognized by humans.

Therefore, even crazy believers cannot provide infinite power of faith. The power of faith they generate during the same period of time must have some limit.

But Ulu is different. He can call the power of faith stored in the Demon Book without limit as long as the power of faith is not completely exhausted!

The more faith power you call at one time, the faster you will purify your demonic nature. However, at the same time, the corresponding pain will undoubtedly double. This is a kind of gambling, but it is a gambling that only Ulu is qualified to participate in.

After lunch, Ulu returned to the bedroom again. He closed his eyes and meditated for nearly an hour before summoning the Book of Demons.

The Book of Demons was suspended above his head, and a faint white light shone down, covering him in a peaceful atmosphere.

In a world that ordinary people cannot see, the power of faith is constantly pouring into his head. If the power of faith called in the morning is like a thin tributary, then now it is a surging river!

It was obvious that such a quantity had exceeded the limit Ulu could bear. He gritted his teeth tightly, and a trace of bright red blood flowed out of his gums and slowly dripped onto the hospital clothes.

Yale Theological College’s uniforms are divided into four types according to the color of the identity emblem, but they are all white bases. The only colors are from the shoulders to the cuffs, from the armpits to the hem, from the waist to the legs, and so on.

In other words, the first-grade college uniforms are almost pure white.

Blood drips on such clothes, especially conspicuously, just like the desolate and blooming red petals.

This situation lasted until dusk approached, and Ulu's face suddenly became extremely ugly. It was not a distortion caused by pain, but a sense of hideousness and terror. A scarlet light flashed in his right eye.

A sudden change occurred!
Chapter completed!