Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

The mountain road is rugged and the woods are dense.

On the blackened tree trunk, lines like distorted human bodies spread all over the top and bottom.

Under the light, it seems to come alive.

With pain and despair.

The leaves were rustling, and there seemed to be faint cries.

A gloomy wind was blowing.

On the mountain road brought a burst of biting cold.

A distorted light and shadow, walking outside of time, quickly moved towards the top of the mountain.

In light and shadow.

Wu Jian was checking the card with the turning-back tablet in his hand.

He found that the tablet was not complete.

There is an obvious fracture mark in the upper half of the tablet.

"Is it incomplete and weird? It seems that the other half of the tablet is hidden on the back street in Yingchun City."

Putting the strange tablet into his coat pocket, he raised his head and looked forward.

There, it is already the top of the mountain.

The remains of this gap are in the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

"Maybe I can last for another 20 minutes. I don't know if I can explore this ruin in this little time."

Feeling the remnants of his own humanity, Wu Jian's expression was already very indifferent.

The loneliness that escaped from time has eroded humanity more seriously than he imagined.

He had thought he could last an hour.

But now it seems that he can last up to forty minutes.

After solving the trick of turning back, I walked up from the bottom of the mountain again.

It took twenty minutes of his time.

Now he has only twenty minutes left to use.

Looking at the Taoist temple shrouded in incense, the layer raised his foot and walked inside.

The scent of incense swirled, drowning Wu Jian's back.

Skinned figures swam in the incense.

They opened their black eyes and let out bursts of sharp laughter.

"Come in, come in, he's in

"A new Taoist priest has come in..."

"The old man will like him."

"I will, I will……....

"Old gentleman...... I like the new Taoist the most......"

"Hee hee hee………"

"Hahaha"

"Chapter

Incense rolls.

Wu Jian was unaware of the changes outside.

When he entered the Taoist temple, he felt as if he had stepped into another space.

What came into view was a huge square, which was filled with a faint scent of incense.

Figures wearing Taoist costumes knelt in the middle of the square in a very regular formation. They held three sticks of burning incense, their bodies straightened "facing the same direction"

This should be a solemn and solemn face-changing, but now it seems that there is only a deep sense of horror.

because.

These Taoist priests all have no brains.

Their severed necks were dark red.

They didn't know how long they had been dead, and dark red blood gushed out from the position of the broken neck.

The blood dyed their Taoist robes black and red.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of incense.

Let this square be filled with strange evils.

Wu Jian couldn't help but shudder at the weird scene in front of him.

Scary and holy.

The headless Taoist priest in the square seemed to be holding a huge and weird ceremony.

This ceremony is full of grotesques that make one's scalp tingle.

"What are they worshiping?"

Wu Jian counted and found that there were eighty-one headless Taoist priests in the square.

He didn't know what these Taoist priests were.

If it was human beings, their blood should have dried up after such a long time.

If it was weird, they probably wouldn't kneel here obediently.

If it is a master of quirks, then what are they kneeling here for?

Wu Jian couldn't help but look in the direction of their worship.

There, there was a huge figure shrouded in incense.

The figure is vague and vague, and it is difficult to see the specific appearance of the figure.

"Go and have a look."

There are sub characters and strange seals to protect the body, and the courage of the room has sky.

He hesitated for a second, then walked towards the figure.

With the constant approach.

The pyrotechnic gas began to thin out.

The appearance of this figure gradually appeared in Wu Jian's eyes.

"Fuck!"

Even in the state of losing humanity, Wu Jian was still taken aback by this curious figure in front of him.

no way.

The thing in front of him is too spiritually polluted.

This is a huge clay idol.

There is nothing wrong with the statue's body, holding the gourd in one hand, and making a handprint with the other hand.

But this idol has no head.

Above his neck, biting is a tower-shaped temple made of human heads.

These heads are old and young, divided into nine layers.

The lowest layer has the most heads, and they are crying in pain, with blood and tears streaming from their eyes.

On the next level, it is sad and frowning.

Further up, it is angry, with angry eyes wide open.

Then came the resentment.

Panic.

Melancholy.

Laughing.

Solemn.

And on the head of the old man at the top, there is only a peaceful state without sadness or joy.

It's like being overwhelmed with emotion, and actually has a bit of a fairy-tale appearance.

It was this weird contrast that made him look even more terrifying and disgusting.

"What the hell is this?"

Looking at the Taoist priests' buns on their heads, Wu Jian finally knew where the Taoist priests' heads had gone.

Through an unknown method, they cut off their own heads, joined each other, and finally formed such a terrible thing.

After these heads were separated from the body, they did not die but survived in such a strange way.

"It hurts, it really hurts!"

"Why! Why am I on the bottom floor!"

"Damn you all! Damn! Why this ritual! Why!"

"Laojun is awake! Laojun is awake! Don't talk anymore! Woohoo!"

"It's over, it's all over, Laojun is deceitful! Immortals are deceitful! Everything in the world will become deceitful..."

"Hee hee... Good! That's great! The deceit is a god! The god is also a deceit! Daoist, I have become a god~ hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!"

"Keep your mind! Don't fall into deception!"

The human hair on the Rentou Jingguan let out a burst of murmurs.

Only the head of the old man at the top was silent.

The incense in the air is continuously absorbed by their mouths and noses.

Every time they absorb a trace of incense, their faces will become rosy.

Some fresh blood will flow out from the place where their heads are severed, and the body of the statue will be wetted.

Most of the current idol has been soaked with blood.

"I feel like I've met an incredible boss."

Rubbing his brows, Wu Jian shifted his gaze, and he saw a dark yellow leather book on the altar in front of the statue.

The material of this book is very familiar.

It is almost the same as the original spell skin in his arms.

"Why does this book smell like fishing?"

Wu Jian didn't act rashly, he looked at the leather books on the altar table, and then turned his eyes to this terrifying statue.

As a fellow fishing enthusiast.

He also likes to use fishing methods to let the deceitful god enter his body, and then ruthlessly prostitute him for nothing.

Now this book is placed in such a prominent position.

Obviously, they are also fishing for some guys who can't stand the temptation.

"This should be the first thing to be resolved."

Wu Jian looked at the human head on the statue, and his hands turned pale.

The strange seal of cutting characters has been formed, and the strange and cold power of tearing is at the fingertips.

He who hides and hides in the time cavity is more terrifying than any assassin.

Because there is no ability to observe beyond time, even if he is attacked by him, he cannot find his existence.

The effect of the child's strange seal is so outrageous.

It can cause a crushing effect that cannot be counterattacked on targets that cannot interfere with time.

The strong legs moved quickly, crossing the square like a phantom, and approached the statue.

Wu Jian's legs suddenly exerted force, and then they were ejected violently.

The huge force made him eject directly to the head of the statue.

cut!

With a terrifying and sinister force in the open sly hand, it landed on the head of a person at the bottom of the Jingguan.

puff!

Accompanied by a bang.

This human head was directly smashed by the sly hand.

Blood is flowing.

The stench is spreading.

A series of blood blisters suddenly bulged at the location where the head was broken, and then a brand new head "grown" out of it.

"broken!"

Almost at the same time that the head grew back.

Everyone on the Rentou Jingguan stopped and muttered to themselves.

They opened their bloodshot eyes and looked at where Wu Jian was.

Wu Jian opened his hand, looking at the dark red blood on his treacherous hand, his face became ugly.

He was careless.

He didn't expect that this human head (cadh) Jingguan was hit head-on by the sly hand that used the sly seal of cutting, and he didn't fall silent directly. Instead, he used the blood on the broken head to lock himself hiding in the time cavity.

This kind of cunning style is obviously not something that honest and weird people can do.

This human-headed Jingguan was actually dominated by the consciousness of a master of treachery.

"Baby, Daojie, I found you."

An old voice sounded, and the old man at the top of the Human Head Palace finally spoke.

He opened his dark eyes without a trace of white, and stared straight at Wu Jian's direction.

Wu Jian didn't speak, because after the old man spoke, he felt a sense of danger that made his hair stand on end.

He felt that if he answered his words, even if he hid in the time cavity, he would be attacked terribly.

"Boy, I think you are very talented in cultivating the Dao, and you are a talent born with Dao bone. Why don't you worship me as your teacher and let me call you the Dao of Cultivation of Immortals?"

Wu Jian's silence didn't affect the old man's interest in speaking, he narrowed his eyes slightly, showed a kind smile and spoke again.

"Laojun! Laojun! My disciple wants to practice Taoism with you! Please accept me!"

"Old gentleman! I also have a natural Taoist body, so you accept me too!"

"Old gentleman! I am willing to give my everything, as long as you can accept me as a disciple! I am willing to do anything!"

"Laojun! Laojun!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, the heads of the lower floors of the Human Head Palace were fried, and they all opened their mouths and begged [as if they had forgotten that they only had one head left now.

"Noisy!"

The old man at the top of Jingguan suddenly let out a low cry.

A cold breath suddenly broke out.

All the heads below him screamed, and streams of blood sprayed out from the mouths, noses, eyes and ears of these heads continuously, dyeing the statue below even redder.

"Time is up!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Jian felt the humanity that was about to be exhausted.

helpless solution

Opened the strange seal of the child.

With the unraveling of this strange seal.

His figure emerged from the square.

Jingle Bell!

Almost at the same time as he appeared, the brittle imperial clock around his waist suddenly rang piercingly.

At the same time, Wu Jian felt a strong cold aura emanating from the broken sword at his waist and the original spell skin in his arms.

besides.

The Nuozu mask hanging on his waist also made a terrible restlessness.

That feeling is like meeting a natural enemy.

"Haha! It's finally out!"

"It turns out that you are not born with Taoism, but a born saint!"

"Master Dao, I have finally changed my luck!"

"Baby! You! It's mine!"

Almost at the same time as Wu Jian escaped from the time cavity, the head of the old man on the Human Head Palace laughed wildly.

He widened his pitch-black eyes, his face full of greed.

He opened his mouth suddenly and roared out an incomprehensible syllable.

With the sound of this syllable, a gloomy and cold history began to ripple.

hiss!

The headless corpses on the square held up the incense sticks in their hands at the same time, and bowed down heavily.

They held incense in their hands, and the head of the incense suddenly lit up.

The rich incense gas formed columns of smoke that soared into the sky.

Formed a series of smoke dragons.

It flowed into Rentou Jingguan's head.

Blood flowed out from these heads as if a gate had been opened.

A waterfall washes the statue below.

This kind of overdraft-like operation made the heads of the people on the Beijing Temple shrivel up from the constant screams.

With the shriveling of these human heads, the size of the statues under the human head Beijing is constantly shrinking.

A strange and frightening aura began to revive on this idol.

This idol is surprisingly weird!

But this ghost has been dismembered, his body has been turned into a statue, and his head has disappeared.

"He's completing himself!"

All these changes are quite long to say, but in fact it only took a few seconds.

When Wu Jian recovered from the trance of escaping the time cavity, the statue had shrunk to the point where it was only a circle larger than an ordinary person.

And the old man's head was surrounded by a bunch of shriveled heads, ready to connect his own head to the statue, and use himself to make up for the ghost that lost his head.

In this way, he can use his own consciousness as the dominant factor and freely use the strange power of this idol.

"It's not that easy!"

Wu Jian, who discovered this, activated his strongest ability without the slightest hesitation.

The ghosts of the fourth floor.

Dang dang dang!

Four consecutive death knells were practiced together.

The four layers of ghosts of time that are almost superimposed on each other directly cover the entire square.

Time interference, which is twice as strong as the three-layer ghost creature, is in operation.

The freezing degree of time has directly increased to a very terrifying level.

but.

In this frozen time, the old man's head was not affected, and it was still falling slowly.

He looked at Wu Jian, opened his mouth and made an intermittent sound.

"......"

"Didn't...want...to...you.....actually...dominated...the time is weird.

"But........it's........the time is weird.....it's not you...so...……………………"

"Give...your body...to me, let me...tell you...how to use time!"

At this time, His head has begun to fuse with the shrunken human-sized statue.

"No."

Wu Jian indifferently unfolded the original curse skin, pulled out the broken sword, and released the Emperor's Bell.

Finally, he took out the Nuozu mask and put it on his face.

A large number of illusions are rising in his mind.

In the end, it stopped at a strange figure with a terrifying big mouth.

"After eating you, I naturally know everything."

A strange figure was injected into Wu Jian's body through the Nuozu mask, and the simple mask gradually changed.

Ragged fangs protruded from the mouth of the mask, and two sharp horns of different lengths rose from the forehead of the mask, rendering the mask with a deep blackness.

Also rendered is Wu Jian's body.

Holding a sword and holding a bell, he stood on the original spell skin and looked at the old man whose face was starting to look ugly. The fang mask that was divided into two halves showed an expression similar to a smile.

"Then... let's get started!"

Full ceremony!

Devouring God!.