Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

"Is this true driving?"

The severe pain is fading, and an inexplicable feeling comes over my heart.

At this time, the saint felt a wonderful feeling like an arm commanding her.

Weird, it has become a part of her now.

"Yes, this is real control."

Wu Jian looked at the girl in front of him with an incomprehensible expression.

The way the saint controlled the strange things at this time was completely different from the way he knew how to control it.

Her body adapted to the weirdness, and her consciousness connected with the weirdness.

At this time, she and Weiyi were magically integrated.

Entered into some kind of strange and strange state.

No one on earth can achieve this state.

This change also allowed Wu Jian to see new ideas.

"The human mind and the body are in harmony. It turns out that this is the real way to control the weird.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Wu Jian's left eye flashed with a strange appearance of time.

He saw that the saint's time torch had merged with the weirdness and turned into a chaotic color.

The time flame of this color is very tenacious. If it is not considered to be destructive, this flame can even burn until the end of time.

Just like weird.

"interesting."

While the saint mastered the strangeness, Wu Jian raised his eyebrows.

In his perception, the cause and effect originally entangled with the saint suddenly broke at this moment.

She broke free of some kind of bondage.

"May I have your name?"

Wu Jian looked at the girl in front of him and finally asked her name.

"My name is Feixue, Yang Chan.

The saint, no, should be called Yang Chan, lowered her head and said in respect.

If she was respectful just now, it was because of Wu Jian's terrifying power.

Now her respect was completely genuine.

Because she saw real hope in Wu Jian, the hope of saving the world.

"Feixue? Listen to me, you call all your people now, I want to help them control the weirdness."

Wu Jian couldn't help but smile as he felt the boiling malice.

This guy hiding in the dark always plays tricks on him.

Thought there was nothing he could do.

Now, he finally caught the man behind the scenes.

These Tricksters who escaped from his hands are his weakness.

This guy has dominated this world for so long that he thinks that he has really become the god of this world and does not need to pay too much attention to the creatures that are raised by him.

As a result, he never expected that Wu Jian, a dragon crossing the river, would come to his territory.

Now, it is too late for Him to save.

"As you command, my lord."

Yang Chan lowered his head again and slowly retreated.

Wu Jian slowly narrowed his eyes as he watched her lead the strong man towards the remaining Tricksters.

He could feel that part of the rising malice flowed along his body in the direction of Yang Chan.

Obviously, the mastermind behind the scenes not only wants to deal with Wu Jian.

At the same time, they are also preparing to destroy Yang Chan and other disobedient "tools".

"Then come on."

His eyes flickered slightly, and a shadow escaped from the long river of time and stayed in place.

Wu Jian nodded towards the phantom, which raised its hand and gave a thumbs up gesture, and then the figure disappeared.

This shadow is still Wu Jian.

It's just that this Wu Jian is the substitute who was pulled out by Wu Jian in the timeline of the past few seconds.

Now Wu Jian needs this substitute to help him attract the attention of the mastermind behind the scenes.

And he has been hidden in the cavity of time through the Zi's Secret Seal.

"Set off!"

The other half.

Yang Chan had already left the area with her subordinate Shi Longjun.

"Saint, can that person be trusted?"

Shi Longjun, who was following Yang Chan, suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Shi, you usually don't talk too much."

Yang Chan said lightly.

"I'm sorry, but this time is a little different. It's too risky for you to gather all the believers. And although that person is strong, we don't know his details. Just entrusting everything to him is too risky. Take the risk. 11

Lord Shilong's voice was low, but his tone was very serious.

He felt that Yang Chan, who he had watched grow up since childhood, was a little too impulsive.

"Risky? Aren't we always like this?"

Yang Chan smiled slightly, and the eyes on her forehead blinked, emitting an inexplicable light.

"This is an opportunity. If we seize it, our destiny will change and the world will change. If we don't seize it, we will always be livestock raised by others. We will use our lives and souls to feed others. Uncle Shi, are you willing to do this?"

Shi Longjun was silent. He looked at the eyes on Yang Chan's forehead, his eyelids drooping slightly.

"Did you see anything?"

"Nothing was seen, nothing could be seen."

Yang Chan shook his head, his eyes slightly confused.

"That's not a realm I can touch."

"broken."

A place filled with stars.

Several thin invisible threads broke from a pale hand.

"is her."

After thinking for a moment, the owner of the palm closed his palm.

"Is it because of him?"

A white face appeared in the starry sky. This face was composed of countless star phantoms, and his eyes were two rotating galaxies.

"So fast?"

The fingers rotated slightly, and the white-faced man made countless lines in his hand.

Some of these lines are affected by inexplicable forces and are constantly trembling.

"Time, space, fate, judgment, creation, complete and incomplete forces have formed lines. It's really scary. Is this you? An anomaly from another world.

The stars in the white-faced man's eyes are spinning, and various causes and effects of this world are constantly appearing in his eyes.

Among these chaotic yet orderly causes and effects.

A particularly different kind of existence intervened abruptly.

Like a wedge, hard and unshakable.

This uneasy feeling caused the stars on the white-faced man's face to tremble continuously.

"Must be evicted."

Opening his palm, a large number of lines were tangled in his palm, eventually turning into a human-shaped outline.

"Emperor."

An indistinct voice came from the silhouette, which knelt down on one knee.

"My son, I have a difficult task for you."

The white-faced man's voice was soft and full of emotion, but his eyes like the Milky Way were full of ruthless indifference.

"Only based on the emperor's orders."

The humanoid silhouette bowed its head in response.

"Your sister colludes with the demons outside the territory and wants to subvert the rules of this world. You go to kill your sister and bring back the weirdness she controls.

The white-faced man said calmly, as if he was not asking the silhouette to kill his sister, but asking him to remove a piece of grass.

"As commanded."

The humanoid silhouette did not refute this outrageous order, but responded directly.

"Go ahead and don't let me down."

With a pinch of the palm, the humanoid outline disappeared without a trace.

The white-faced man once again returned to a state of silence without sadness or joy.

…………please give me flowers……

The water is misty and the mountains are green.

In an antique Taoist temple.

A tall and handsome young man slowly opened his eyes, and sharp light flashed in his pupils.

A terrifying aura erupted from his body.

"The Emperor has an order to set out immediately to kill the traitor...Yang Chan!"

The loud sound centered on him and spread rapidly in all directions.

At the same time, a terrifying supernatural aura also spread.

Under the influence of this cold breath, the green mountains rotted into countless millstones made of flesh and blood, and a large number of living people struggled and screamed in the gaps between the millstones.

The flowing river water also turned into thick plasma, with the Emperor's bones floating in the plasma.

In the air between mountains and water.

Pictures full of beautiful things are flickering.

These human thoughts with beautiful human emotions form a strong contrast with the human bodies that are constantly being tortured around them.

"I will obey your orders and be the true king in seconds."

A huge figure made of dirty weeds stood up from the blood river. Each of these figures was about a hundred meters long. There were some broken limbs and organs mixed in the weeds all over the body.

Thick blood continued to flow out of their bodies, and then slowly evaporated.

As the blood disappeared, their figures gradually became illusory.

Until it disappears completely.

"Auntie, you must die."

Opening his palm, a rusty three-pointed two-edged knife fell into his hand.

A thin crack opened on Yang Jian's forehead.

An eyeball that was almost the same as Yang Chan bulged out.

"I found you."

Turning his three eyes, Chang Chang's figure turned into a ray of light and disappeared suddenly.

Almost as soon as He disappeared.

Yang Chan's expression on the other side suddenly changed.

"he came!"

Shi Longjun, who had been following her, heard this sentence, and his expression suddenly changed.

He tore off his clothes.

The cold aura began to expand, and his body shape also changed rapidly.

Gray scale-like things kept pouring out of his body.

His bones are also growing longer and larger.

In just a few breaths, he had transformed into a three-story-high half-human, half-dragon monster with a body covered in scales and a head like a dragon's head.

The dragon corpse is strange.

The strange name controlled by Lord Shilong.

This weirdness is different from the ordinary weirdness, it looks like a dead corpse.

From the beginning, He was not in human form.

But a broken dragon corpse.

Shilongjun controlled this dragon corpse and became a Toriyunyin with the physical power to suppress weirdness.

boom!

Almost at the moment Shilongjun's transformation was completed.

Several huge figures appeared out of thin air and surrounded them.

The pungent and sticky smell of blood filled the entire space.

"The grass-headed god."

Yang Chan, who was standing behind, saw these huge figures and his face darkened.

Her eyes were not entangled by these giant figures, but looked at the top of one of the grass-headed gods.

There, the young man holding a three-pointed two-edged sword was looking at him indifferently.

"Yang Jian…………"

"Sister, you have made a big mistake, I have no choice but to kill you."

Yang Jian, who was standing on top of the grass-headed god, looked at Yang Chan, who looked hostile, without any change in his expression.

He holds a three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand, and the supernatural power in his body is condensing.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Just sending out a minion? I'm really disappointed."