Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

"Um?"

Turning his eyes, he looked at Long Wangshu who was covered in wounds all over his body.

Wu Jian focused on the gourd in her hand.

This gourd is now like a black hole, frantically absorbing all the supernatural beings around it.

"Hey hey, let's die together."

The first to bear the brunt was Long Wangshu who pulled the gourd out of his body.

At this time, her left eye had turned into a big bloody hole.

It is even possible to see her wriggling brain from this large hole.

Her body was not only disintegrating, turning into debris, being sucked into Black's gourd.

But she didn't have a trace of fear, instead her face was full of madness.

The only remaining eye widened, staring at Wu Jian firmly.

"This thing looks familiar."

Feeling the terrible absorbing power of the black gourd, the layers seem to take root under the feet.

like a statue.

The supernatural power in his body is being released to fight against the supernatural power of this Black gourd.

The ghost of time trembled under the absorption of this black gourd.

The phantom of the Bian'an manifested in the captain's coat is also trembling constantly.

This Black gourd is very scary.

But Wu Jian is just as powerful.

The spiritual superposition on his body released incredible power.

Withstood the supernatural absorption of the Black gourd.

"How can it be!"

Long Wangshu, who had only half of his head left, saw this scene and his eyes were tearing apart.

The spirit released with his life was unexpectedly blocked by Wu Jian.

This made Long Wangshu hold back his breath.

She is not reconciled.

But there is nothing to do.

She has always believed that "Six Two Seven" is to use the strange seal of Chen and the nine scales to balance the supernatural power of the Black gourd.

But her actions just now have already destroyed this balance.

The Black gourd devours the scale and Chen Zhiyin.

A complete eruption of supernatural powers.

He will devour everything within his psychic influence.

Turn this place into a barren Jedi.

The man in front of him has resisted this kind of absorption, which means that he has the qualifications to escape the Black gourd killing rules.

She could only watch helplessly as the man walked towards her.

Um?

Long Wangshu, who had only the last bit of consciousness left, saw the picture of Wu Jian stretching out his hand to grab the Black gourd.

Then she died completely full of doubts.

"The final piece of the puzzle."

Feel the restlessness of the trick gourd and the trembling spirit in his hands.

Wu Jian looked solemn.

He could feel that as he got closer, the Black's gourd became more and more restless.

The suction that can absorb spirits is constantly increasing, trying to swallow him completely.

In order to fight against this devouring force, Wu Jian continuously releases the ghosts of time at a deeper level.

three floors.

five floors.

ten floors.

The death knell keeps ringing, and the power of time keeps deepening.

But this Black's gourd seems to be unaffected, and it is still releasing the power of absorption, disintegrating the ghost of time, turning it into some kind of nourishment, and continuously absorbing it.

On the gourd belly of this Black gourd.

A circle of bloody notches are slowly manifesting.

This notch is the scale of time.

He is merging the strange scale of time.

"Can't wait any longer."

This Black's gourd has the ability to devour all weirdness.

At the same time, it also has the ability to transform the weirdness into a more terrifying existence.

Wu Jian didn't want the tricky scale of time to be transformed by this thing.

when!

The sound of the death knell was deafening.

The Ghost of Time was directly superimposed to the seventeenth floor by Wu Jian.

Time has begun to manifest physical form in this ghost creature.

Various dials with twisted hands appeared among the ghosts.

Blurred phantoms flicker among these dials.

It seems that the life, old age, sickness and death of countless people are included in it.

In the depths of the phantom, you can also see some black distorted shadows flickering, these distorted shadows highlight the densely packed eyeballs, Lin Li's big mouth with fangs open and closed, wriggling flesh of unknown organs .

Constantly whispering and howling.

"Dad.....Dad.....Dad..."

Black's blood vessels bulged around the left eye, and Wu Jian's expression was cold.

"Shut up!"

His low shout made those weird things shut their mouths.

Those black shadows are the embodiment of pollution.

After adapting to the pollution, these upside-down things settled in the depths of Wu Jian's consciousness.

In general, they are very quiet and rarely make any noise.

But when Wu Jian activated the Ghost of Time to a certain extent.

These guys will rise up from the depths of consciousness, turn into something abnormal, and keep calling him "Daddy"

Wu Jian was also puzzled.

Why do these guys call him daddy.

But one thing is certain.

These black shadows seem to really regard him as their old father. When he tells them to shut up, they will shut up a bunch of mouths, "Be honest and stop messing around.

His eyes turned and he looked at the pitch-black gourd.

Under the suppression of the ghosts and creatures of the seventeenth floor.

This terrible gourd finally survived a lot.

His spirit is compressed on the surface and cannot spread.

But even so, the spirit of the Ghost of Time couldn't break through his supernatural power and completely stagnate him.

This gourd is still digesting the time scale of being absorbed by him.

"It's almost there."

Open your palms, the cold water and hot fire ignited in your hands at the same time.

There was a strange light in Wu Jian's eyes, and the black gourd fell into his hands.

Strong restlessness came from the trick gourd.

At the same time, there is also the supernatural power of Sly Hand.

Wu Jian has already discovered that Black's gourd, his own hands and the strange gourd come from Zhou Shiwei.

It is an existence that can knead weirdness, smelt weirdness, combine weirdness, and transform weirdness.

This is an extremely terrifying weirdness.

He is the mediator of disasters.

"Photo!"

The ghost seal of both hands was transformed, and the ghost of the tricky hand and the ghost of the gourd were mixed to form a matching spiritual power.

Under Wu Jian's operation, this force came into contact with Black's gourd.

next second.

Wu Jian felt a biting cold and peeling pain from his hands and the gourd.

This Black gourd is claiming his psychic.

"A more complete jigsaw than I am, my weirdness is suppressed.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Wu Jian's expression changed.

He didn't expect this Black gourd to be so terrifying.

With only one puzzle, it suppressed the mixture of Sly Hand and Sly Gourd at the same time.

"Sure enough, in terms of controlling the weirdness, you still have to rely on yourself."

Opening his palm, Wu Jian reached out and grabbed Black gourd.

Since the Black gourd cannot be suppressed by using weird means.

Then he had to sacrifice what he was best at.

Big hands grabbed Black's gourd.

Wu Jian felt that his palm was being disintegrated.

This Black gourd has a supernatural power of decomposing and absorbing.

Anything that touches his spirit will be disintegrated by him, and then absorbed and become his nourishment.

The pain came.

Wu Jian frowned, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Because he has already felt, as this gourd disintegrates and absorbs his palm.

He also had an inexplicable connection with this gourd.

This is a harbinger of the weirdness that is about to be mastered.

Black gourd absorbs his flesh and blood, and is also affected by his Constitution.

at this moment.

This gourd has been unable to escape his clutches.

The flesh and blood are still disintegrating.

Pale bones have emerged.

The severe pain made the corners of Wu Jian's eyes twitch continuously.

In addition to the pain, terrifying phantoms continued to appear in his mind.

The incomparably huge furnace opened wide.

An indescribable corpse was thrown into the furnace.

The flowing flame turned into a water-like form, engulfing and boiling these corpses.

It ends up flowing out of another outlet of the furnace.

At this time, the corpses had turned into strange and distorted shapes, gradually turning into phantoms and disappearing at the exit.

This is the melting pot, and it is also the reinvention.

While the furnace was boiling the corpses, it also purified some of the impurities in them and turned them into other things.

but.

Furnaces also have limits.

With more and more boiled corpses.

The volume of the furnace is also getting bigger and bigger, and the Tutu cracks and Black's rust appear on the furnace......

It smells like twilight.

Boiling too many corpses, the furnace will not hold up.

At this moment, Wu Jian seemed to have become the melting pot itself.

That heavy feeling of tearing made him wish he could tear his body apart and turn it into pieces.

That might make things easier.

This terrible thought rose in Wu Jian's mind.

At the same time, the furnace in the phantom also emitted a deafening hum.

It exploded with a bang.

Broken furnace.

It evolved in mid-air and turned into three horrible corpses.

A corpse has a pair of strange pale palms.

A corpse burns with gold flames all over.

A corpse seemed to be frozen, the whole body was covered with hoarfrost, and water stains dripped from the corner of the corpse's clothes.

In front of the three corpses, there are also three gourds.

Blood-red gourds, purple gourds and pitch-black gourds.

The main body of the furnace has evolved into these six terrible weirdnesses.

The remaining fragments evolved into bits and pieces.

One of them is the weird toy food.

Click!

There was the sound of bones breaking.

The bones of the palm holding the black gourd have begun to disintegrate.

While the bones are shattering.

The humanity in Wu Jian's eyes suddenly faded away.

All that is left is endless indifference.

The time in his left eye flickered.

The broken palm was repaired in an instant.

Then his hand ignited the real Gold flame, and grabbed the pitch-black gourd suddenly.

"inflammation!"

The palm seal transformed, and Gold's mysterious flame formed a chain shape to bind the pitch-black gourd.

Wu Jian grabbed the gourd with his other hand.

"water!"

A twisted seal appeared in the palm holding the trick gourd, and a flowing icy water bound the trick gourd.

The ghost space is slightly distorted, and the weird toy box manifests from the front.

Wu Jian grabbed the gourd with both hands and stuffed them all into the weird toy box.

"Refine!"

He opened his hands and pressed the toy box up and down.

Wu Jian exhaled a mouthful of sparkling white mist.

The ghost of the strange train Huangquan has crossed the distance of time and space, infused with

inside him.

At the same time, what was injected into his body was the supernatural power of the Bian'an.

The supernatural power of these two colossal monsters turned Wu Jian's hands into two terrifying anvils.

His arms bulged like a train and a ghost ship colliding.

The terrible spiritual pressure produced some kind of qualitative change.

~

Some sharp friction sounded.

The weird toy box was gradually crushed and twisted by Wu Jian's hands.

At this time, the toy box loaded with 1.5 toy gourds gradually overflowed with a kind of strange supernatural power, immersing into Wu Jian's hands little by little.

Black's blue veins bulged on the back of his hand.

Some kind of supernatural power merged with Wu Jian's hands.

Terrible sores flowed through his hands.

But he couldn't make the slightest change in Wu Jian's expression at this time.

He calmly continued to increase his strength.

Close this toy box little by little in the palm of your hand.

"E..."

The folded hands turned into a clasped gesture.

Wu Jian raised his hands above his head little by little.

Slowly spread the fingers of both hands.

call!

A ray of light mixed with water and fire rose into the sky.

A hole was directly pierced through the sky of this gap.

A series of cracks spread continuously around this hole.

God, it shattered at this moment.

Under a shattered sky.

Wu Jian's hands exuded a glow of enlightenment.

Cover his body.

This glow formed a huge furnace.

In the center of integration, Wu Jian with his hands raised high is like a flame that refines everything.

Exudes an inhuman breath.

The indifference in his eyes receded quietly.

Wu Jian regained consciousness with a dazed expression.

He felt the power rippling in his hands.

Put down the palm.

With his action.

The emitted glow quietly dissipated.

"This weirdness... is the furnace trick."

"The furnace is tricky..... good fortune.".