Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

【Buzz!】

[Congratulations on being saved, a terrifying guy appeared out of nowhere like a savior. 】

[Belief in the treacherous ghosts was invaded, and the protagonist of the war began to change. 】

【You ask me how can you help me?】

[Stay away, don't be swept away by the aftermath of the battle between these two monsters. 】

[After all, to them, you are no different from ants. 】

The supernatural pressure disappeared instantly.

Zhao Tiejun felt that his body had regained the ability to move.

He looked at the prompt popped up by Gui Jiyuan, and gave a low drink.

"Everyone has it, withdraw!"

His voice made the other treacherous masters support each other to stand up, and quickly ran away from the giant ship.

Everyone is not stupid.

At a glance, it can be seen that the huge ship rushing into the church is obviously strangely driven by a very terrifying existence.

This weirdness and the weirdness on the cross are obviously invincible.

Such fairy fights.

All these ordinary treacherous masters can do is to hide as far away as possible.

"If you repent and humiliate God, you will die with your heart pierced!"

An angry voice sounded, and the terrifying supernatural power echoed with this voice.

The Chinese Expeditionary Army who had just run out not far away turned pale, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in their chest [as if something sharp was about to penetrate their heart.

Da da da!

A burst of footsteps sounded from the bow of the giant ship.

An equally terrifying spiritual force began to spread with the appearance of footsteps.

There was a spiritual confrontation with this roaring voice.

The piercing pain dissipated instantly.

The Huaxia Expeditionary Army could act again, without the slightest hesitation, they turned around and ran towards the gate of the church again.

This gate is the passage to the outside world.

As long as they leave this gate, they can temporarily stay away from Isaac's spiritual influence.

"Whoever offends God will be punished by God!"

The shouts full of anger came again, and dense figures began to appear in the church.

These figures are all ghost slaves with bloody wings on their backs and cross-shaped pupils.

Seeing the appearance of these ghost slaves, the Xia Yuanzheng Army ran even faster.

This battlefield is no longer something they can participate in.

The most correct choice for them now is to stay away from this hellish place.

squeak!

In the sound of the friction of the door shaft.

The door was pushed open.

The ghost master who was in charge of pushing the door looked at the normal scenery outside the door, his face paled.

"No problem outside, let's go!"

After hearing his words, everyone started to file out along the opened gate without hesitation.

The last one was Zhao Tiejun. When he walked out of the gate, he looked at the giant ship.

On the prow of the giant ship.

A figure wearing a black captain's coat came out slowly.

"It's him?"

Seeing this figure, Zhao Tiejun was shocked.

next second.

The door of the church suddenly closed.

They have appeared on an uninhabited island.

"Finally escaped."

A master of treachery wiped the blood from his mouth and said vaguely.

In order to resist the bewitching temptation of belief, he has already chewed the tip of his tongue, and he can't speak very neatly.

The other treacherous masters nodded one after another.

They looked in the direction of the church, and there was only a piece of empty air there, and there was no trace of the church at all.

That, is a gap.

They have escaped.

Unless there is a means to walk through the gap.

Otherwise they will never get in again.

But they didn't care, what happened just now made them aware.

This weirdness is not an enemy they can solve.

Zhao Tiejun stood on the spot, looking at the place he had just left, with an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

He just saw it.

A figure emerging from that formidable gigantic ship.

"Is he already this strong?"

"We must win!"

Clenching his fists, Zhao Tiejun prayed silently in his heart.

Da da da!

The supernatural power is stirring.

Huge cracks ran across the walls of the church.

A figure slowly walked to the bow.

White back hair, black captain's coat and blue-black leather boots.

In the shadows, the eyes of this figure were shining with strange colors.

"call!"

Opening his mouth slightly, he exhaled a mouthful of white mist that seemed to have substance.

Surrounded by white mist, it corroded all the surrounding spirits.

"Don't hide, I know you're fine."

He raised his eyes, where both the time and space tricks manifested at the same time.

Wu Jian looked indifferent.

He looked at the densely packed ghost slaves that almost filled the church, without any change in expression.

These ghost slaves contained supernatural powers like disasters.

But it couldn't affect him in the slightest.

He who has opened up the ghosts in space is not something that a ghost slave who only controls a little supernatural can touch.

Ow!

In the fierce roar.

These ghost slaves raised their cross-shaped pupils and looked towards the room.

The fleshy wings on their backs flapped quickly, and rushed towards Wu Jian with gusts of sinister wind.

..........

Facing the ghost slaves, there was no movement in the room.

But the Bian An under his feet started to move at this moment.

creak!

Amidst the terrible friction sound, the hull of the Bian An ship turned.

Turn the side string of the hull to these flying ghost slaves.

Accompanied by the sound of planks falling.

From the ship's sidestring protruded from the ship's side strings a pair of dark, ancient cannons.

A gloomy, muscular figure in a sailor suit appeared behind the cannon.

They grabbed their heads.

He abruptly pulled his head off his neck and stuffed it into the barrel of the cannon.

Raising their strong arms, these headless ghosts let out a deep and strange laugh, and pulled the fuse of the cannon.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Dim flames spewed out from the muzzle.

The human-head cannonballs wrapped in a strong spiritual atmosphere brought twisted waves of air and flew into the crowd of ghost slaves.

puff!

puff!

puff!

Accompanied by a burst of bone and tendon explosion.

The bodies of these ghost slaves who were hit were directly blown into pieces of meat all over the sky.

The ghosts on them have no effect under the action of these human head shells.

This is the power of the Abyss combined with the power of the Abyss.

As long as the supernatural power is weaker than this terrifying ghost ship, if it is hit or bombarded by this ship, it will fall into silence.

As for existences like ghost slaves, if they are hit by these shells, they will directly disintegrate.

Boom!

The muffled gunfire kept ringing.

It even penetrated the blockade of the gap and entered the ears of the Chinese Expeditionary Army.

When they heard this sound, their hearts kept beating wildly.

A sense of imminent catastrophe made them keep moving away from this direction uncontrollably.

It wasn't until they retreated to the seaside that they felt that this season was much weaker.

And at this time.

in church.

The densely packed ghost slaves [have been cleared away by the artillery from the other side.

Only a few sporadic ghost slaves remained, broke through the blockade of the shells, and bullied into the front of the Bi'an.

pity.

Even if they are like this, they have no chance to fight the room.

Because at this time, they have been bound by thick cables one by one by their necks and hung on the mast.

This is the paranormal supernatural.

Wu Jian combined the paradoxical killing rules with the ghost ship Bian An.

Let this ship have the special ability to hang the strange.

"Whoever insults God will be burned by fire."

A low and blunt voice sounded.

Isaac's voice appeared in the skylight above the church.

At this time, the distorted smile on his face was no longer there, and only endless anger and resentment remained.

At this time, the consciousness of humanity in him has begun to be swallowed up by strange instincts.

Because of Wu Jian's strength, Faith Gui realized that the existence of Isaac's consciousness would only become an obstacle.

The scorching supernatural power began to release on Wu Jian's body, trying to ignite his body.

However, this power has not yet been released.

The strange flames in Wu Jian's body suddenly became agitated, directly devouring and suppressing this spirit.

This is some kind of ghost similar to Wei Yan.

But compared to the sly flames controlled by Wu Jian, the group of boundary flames released by Yi is too weak.

Guji!

In the tooth-piercing creeping sound.

Wu Jian saw a cross made of flesh and blood gradually "grow" out from the ground of the church.

This cross is composed of white bones, tendons and blood vessels, and some internal organs are constantly wriggling on this cross.

in the center of the cross.

A face exactly like Isaac's was staring ferociously at Wu Jian below.

A big mouth full of flat teeth kept opening and closing under Isaac's face, uttering bursts of low-pitched words full of strange power.

Bye-Bye

handicapped family

"respect.....…

"1......"

"Respect..………"

"..."

The deep voice carries a powerful emotional twisting force.

This sound made the Bian'an constantly tremble, and the whole ship became sluggish and dim.

【Buzz!】

[The power called faith is trying to invade your consciousness, and when you have any faith-related emotions towards him, you will suffer from his spiritual attack. 】

[Of course, Faith Sly doesn't know how scary you are. 】

【Everything He did was useless. 】

【Do you believe in a mere decree?】

【Come on, imprison this lifeless guy and let him understand who is the real protagonist of this era!】

At this time, the reminder of Wei Jiyuan jumped out and joined in the fun.

Feel the spirituality emanating from the huge flesh and blood cross.

Wu Jian opened his palms towards him.

"bury!"

Hiss!

The wind is surging, and the chill is rising.

The eerie church began to tremble.

The stone floor trembled and cracked constantly.

The black grave soil surged out from the ground, gathering continuously, like huge waves of soil.

Spread in all directions.

A burst of roar sounded.

The gigantic church collapsed with a crash.

The desolate cemetery of the outside world was revealed.

In this cemetery.

Both time and space are interfered with by strange forces.

This is Wu Jian's ghost.

A ghost creature that combines time tricks, space tricks, burial tricks, and some pain tricks.

At the same time as this ghost appeared.

A distorted expression of pain appeared on Isaac's face on the flesh and blood cross.

At the bottom of the Cross of Flesh.

Grains of pitch-black burial soil, like grains of angular

The bright blade not only cut through the flesh and blood of this cross, but also made him bleed out strings of pus and blood.

The rule called pain is attached to the belief trick in the shape of a cross.

Give him the taste of pain for the first time.

"Aw!"

A sharp howling came from the flat-toothed mouth in the middle of the cross.

The terrifying supernatural power even made the ghost creature tremble slightly.

pity.

There was only one howl.

The Cross of Flesh became sluggish.

Because when he felt the pain, the painful and tricky rules of killing had already started to play a role.

The spirit of the flesh and blood cross has begun to be weakened.

Da da da!

The second hand rotates rapidly.

The knife of time peeled off His time layer by layer from the cross of flesh and blood.

Also under the cross. 550

The pitch-black grave is constantly climbing, trying to completely bury the cross.

"No, no! Please! Let me go!"

At this time, Isaac's face in the center of the cross suddenly returned to normal, and wept bitterly.

"I'm still a kid..."

puff!

Isaac hadn't finished speaking.

Half of the head was cut off.

Wu Jian flicked the broken sword, his face full of indifference.

"Don't kill me, woo hoo!"

Half of the head fell off, revealing the red and white pulp.

But Isaac still did not die, and his face continued to show vivid sadness and fear, and continued to beg for mercy.

Watching this guy perform, the room squinted.

He didn't stop the ghost creature from launching, and continued to plunder this guy's power.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Why don't you let me go!"

As time went by, Isaac's pitiful face began to contort.

Strong resentment mixed with infinite hatred appeared on the face of this thirteen-year-old boy.

The horrific expression and the flowing blood and brains catered to each other, making him look like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Ferocious, terrified.

Guji Guji!

Bubbles of flesh and blood continuously bulged in the center of the flesh and blood cross.

Faces exactly the same as Isaac's continued to emerge from the bubbles, howling one after another.

"It hurts! It really hurts!"

"I hate it so much! Why did you kill me!"

"Almighty Lord! Come and save your believers!"

"Kill! Kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"You! Guilty!"

The shouts kept ringing one after another, so that the room was not wrinkled.

He found that with the appearance of these heads, the strange power of this cross began to boil.

He felt that a kind of cold power was constantly pouring into this cross through unknown means, supplementing his worn-out spirituality.

"Some kind of supernatural means? What is it?"

Looking at the continuously proliferating human heads on the fleshy cross, Wu Jian knew he couldn't wait any longer.

The dial pointer in his left eye began to jump.

when!

when!

when!

when!

when!

when!

Layer after layer of ghosts and creatures are constantly superimposed.

Time is constantly undergoing qualitative changes under the influence of layers of ghosts and ghosts.

The flowing time has come to a standstill.

Everything in time is affected by ghosts.

In the ghost of the sixth layer of time.

A strange river composed of countless human faces is connecting to the cross of flesh and blood.

On this river "Han Jian felt the pain and howling.

There is also the power called faith.

This flesh and blood cross is impressively sucking the life of the living, transforming it into a supernatural power that makes up for itself. ,