Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

Full ceremony.

Devouring God.

After Wu Jian put on the Nuozu mask, the information naturally appeared in his mind.

This ritual requires the Primal Spellskin to serve as the ceremonial base.

The Emperor's Clock is used as an augmentation prop.

The Broken Sword serves as the summoning anchor.

The strange seal of sacrifice is a manipulation method.

The mask of Nuozu connects the gods and gods.

Finally, a body that can carry high-strength ghostly gods is needed.

And Wu Jian just happened to meet all the conditions of the ceremony.

"ha....……"

Exhaling a breath of ghost mist, Wu Jian felt endless power rippling in his body.

The spiritual suppression in the gap has no effect on him.

All the weirdness in him came alive again.

One by one mysterious knowledge flashed in his mind.

At this moment, he seemed omnipotent.

"Certainly!"

Gently shook the Emperor's Clock.

The deep voice seemed to come from the bells of hell.

Spread rapidly in the ghost of time.

Under the effect of the sound of the Emperor's Bell.

The nature of the ghost of time has undergone a strange change.

The fabric of time begins to reorganize, and another type of cessation of time comes into play.

The head of the old man whose head was only one finger away from the statue's body suddenly changed his face.

He can no longer fall, and her spirit has begun to fall silent in this domain of the concept of time.

Even his consciousness began to slow down.

no!

Resentment and unwillingness burned in the old man's consciousness.

As a treacherous master who has struggled from ancient times to the present.

In order to get rid of the terrible catastrophe of changing times.

He didn't choose to ban himself like other masters of the same generation.

Banish the weirdness in your body to the inaccessible gap.

Instead, he used taboo and weird rituals to strip his consciousness and put himself into the weird Jinchen that he controlled.

Then he used his disciples as sacrifices to create this crevice dojo hidden in the cracks of time.

With this ashram, the independence of time not in the past, not in the present and not in the future.

He escaped the horror washing rules produced when the times changed, and preserved his own consciousness.

Hide in this gap.

He can control this body as long as he uses rituals to completely infuse this terrifying and weird headless body below him.

so.

He can then return to life and get a chance to live again.

But he never thought that someone could break the time blockade of this gap dojo from the outside world.

He didn't even think that the guy who broke the blockade actually had the physique of a born saint.

What he didn't expect the most was that this little kid who obviously didn't live for too long actually possessed the means to threaten his life.

he!

Not reconciled!

he!

to live!

No matter what the cost!

The black eyes rolled slightly.

Through a supernatural connection, the old man began to detonate the heads of the apprentices.

And the strange power hidden in the heads of the apprentices.

boom!

bang bang!

bang bang bang!

There was an explosion that only existed at the level of consciousness, and a stream of sinister power was continuously injected into his body through the connection of the ceremony.

Under the nourishment of this power, his consciousness frozen by time was rapidly strengthened and expanded.

Gradually began to break free from the shackles of time.

He can manipulate the head again and connect with the statue.

But the old man is not in a good mood.

Because detonating the heads of the apprentices will make the spiritual power of the ceremony unbalanced.

In this case, even if he docks with the statue, he cannot fully control the statue.

But in the current situation, He has no choice.

If he doesn't break free from the shackles of time, he is afraid that he will perish.

"Do you feel like I'm going to watch you complete the ritual?"

Consciousness has just loosened, and there is no movement.

He heard an indifferent voice come into his ears.

The next moment.

He felt his scalp tighten, and a terrifying big hand had already covered his head.

banned.

Repression.

ruling.

Three familiar strange seal forces erupted from this big hand.

The old man's consciousness that had just been loosened was hit hard again.

A terrifying spiritual explosion directly invaded his head.

Strip his consciousness.

In a trance.

The old man felt that his consciousness was crushed and flattened like dough, and then thrown into a big mouth like an abyss.

To be chewed, to be crushed, to be digested.

Kak!

creak!

The big mouth with protruding fangs is chewing up and down.

On the pitch-black mask, ferocious laugh lines were gradually outlined.

It devoured the old man's consciousness and the spirituality contained in his consciousness.

Wu Jian has already fulfilled the condition of the treacherous god residing in him.

Now.

He can completely control the power of this treacherous god.

certainly.

Even if the conditions are not met.

This creepy god who merged into his body through the mask has not been discovered until now.

Wu Jian has gradually adapted to his weirdness.

His power has been intercepted by Wu Jian.

He has already started to take the shape of Wu Jian.

Meat buns beat dogs, and there is no return.

Any weirdness that enters Wu Jian's body will eventually become his strength.

"The ceremony of moving the head?"

Devouring the old man's consciousness, Wu Jian separated the knowledge hidden in his consciousness.

He understood what the consciousness used by the old man was.

Head moving ceremony.

By transplanting the head with its own consciousness to the weird headless body.

Come to control the weirdness and steal the supernatural horror consciousness.

The process of the ceremony is very complicated and needs to meet a lot of harsh conditions.

At the same time, it will cost a lot of money.

But high pay, high return.

As long as the consciousness can be achieved, then the owner of the head can control the strange headless body at no cost.

Become a special alien with human consciousness.

pity.

The old man's ritual was broken by him in the final stage.

His weirdness was drawn away by his tricky hand, and became the nourishment for the weirdness attracted by the mask of Nuozu.

And the knowledge in his consciousness became the ladder for the room to become stronger.

"So there are so many usages of the Son's Strange Seal?"

After absorbing the old man's knowledge, Wu Jian let out a breath and his expression became solemn.

He looked at the statue in front of him that had become the size of a normal human body.

At this time, the dark red on the figure's body was peeling off, revealing the mottled clay body inside.

The battle is not over.

Although the old man has been swallowed by Wu Jian.

But the more terrifying strangeness has recovered.

This statue that has lost its head is free from the shackles of the head removal ceremony.

Already agitated.

The ancient and gloomy atmosphere is spreading.

Even the ghosts of time can't stop the rise of this breath.

this idol.

very scary.

He is weirdness from an even older age.

Although the loss of his head made his horror less complete.

But Wu Jian could still see the intense torch of time burning on him.

And the gourd in his hand is like a solid dark red time light.

The idol is tricky.

Gourd is also tricky.

And judging from the degree of solidification of the time torch.

The gourd in the hand of this idol turned out to be a more complete and terrifying utensil after being broken by Wu Jian's sword.

The most important thing is that there is no spiritual conflict between this idol and this gourd.

Instead, it has a harmonious horror resonance.

The two of them together will only be more terrifying.

Wu Jian needs to destroy this terrifying linkage.

"Get the gourd first!"

Looking at the god statue that has faded half of its color, Wu Jian has no ink stains. Do it directly.

His goal is the gourd in the hand of the idol.

Compared with the evil of the statue.

This terrifying treacherous gourd is somewhat similar to the treacherous emperor's clock.

Belongs to the type of passive excitation.

Under no one, or weird operation.

This doesn't seem to trigger the killing rules at will.

The pale color spread on the palm, and the Sly Hand has emerged.

Wu Jian controlled the Sly Hand and grabbed the bloody gourd.

Snapped!

As soon as his arm was stretched out, Wu Jian's wrist was caught in the air by a clay palm with mottled marks.

This clay sculpture is detached from the arm of the head removal ceremony.

He was able to ignore the blockade of the four layers of ghosts and monsters, and touch Wu Jian's body.

Hard and cold.

Wu Jian felt a terrible chill coming from the palm of this clay sculpture, continuously invading into his body.

The color like a clay sculpture began to spread.

Terrible spiritual suppression began to take place.

It only took one breath for Wu Jian's forearm to become mottled like a clay sculpture.

Severe pain came from his arm, but Wu Jian didn't even frown.

He looked at the bloody clay sculpture that was still peeling off, his eyes were sharp, and he let go of the restriction of the strange god in his body that could devour the strange.

0 looking for flowers……………

"Eat him!"

Click!

next second.

There was a biting sound that made the scalp tingle.

The arm that grabbed Wu Jian's wrist suddenly had a bite-like gap.

The Nuozu mask on Wu Jian's face opened and closed.

There was a chewing sound that made people's teeth sour.

The arm of this clay sculpture was bitten off by this strange god who can devour strange things.

reboot!

Time was rewinding, and the spirit of erosion on the arm was discharged.

Wu Jian clasped his hands together, and instantly completed the outline of the town character's strange seal.

With the power of repression, two terrifying sly hands slapped directly on the body of the clay sculpture.

Chi!

Two distorted town characters are imprinted on the body of the clay sculpture.

The supernatural collision made the clay sculpture's movements sluggish.

The blood on his body stopped peeling off, but the two strange characters imprinted on him continued to evaporate.

It only takes about two seconds.

These two tricks will lose their effect.

However, two seconds is enough for Wu Jian to do a lot of things.

"This gourd belongs to me."

Stretching out a sly hand, he snatched the blood-colored gourd in the hand of the idol.

Wu Jian felt a terrifying cold aura pouring into his body from the gourd.

The next moment.

Numerous illusions began to appear.

A mountain covered in countless skull-shaped blood clouds.

A giant bone tree growing in the endless void.

Eerie vines with countless eyeballs wrapping around galaxies.

....00

A terrifying giant flower that swallows a long river of souls.

The weird phantom impacted Wu Jian's consciousness, even after being tempered by countless phantoms.

Wu Jian's consciousness was still sinking.

At this moment, a pair of invisible big hands suddenly stretched out to the consciousness, grasping these illusions together fiercely, kneading them into invisible

mud.

"Forehead!"

Shocked, Wu Jian's consciousness retreated quickly.

He saw that a clay palm was already very close to his neck.

A smell mixed with incense and rancid smell came from the palm of his hand and rushed into his nostrils.

Only then did Wu Jian realize that when he fell into a hallucination.

His Ghost of Time has been cancelled.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the clay sculpture not only broke away from the blockade of the town's strange seal.

At the same time, the blood on his body was washed away.

Now He has recovered all the supernatural powers.

However, it was too late.

Holding the icy blood-colored gourd, the big mouth on Wu Jian's mask suddenly opened, letting out a deep, sinister smile.

An invisible big mouth emerged in the void.

He swallowed the body of the clay sculpture connecting half of the square in one gulp.

KK!

!

The harsh chewing sound continued.

The square, covered in incense, began to crumble.

The light and shadow of countless skinned human figures continued to scream and dissipate.

The surrounding scene is constantly distorted.

A dilapidated Taoist temple manifested in Wu Jian's eyes.

【Buzz!】

[Unbelievable victory. 】

【You actually solved the remnants from the old era?】

【He has obviously sacrificed everything and got a chance to live again. 】

【But He met you at the last moment. 】

[The body is devoured, the weirdness becomes a tonic, the knowledge is not plundered, and the ritual is destroyed. 】

【You, you have done all kinds of bad things. 】

[But for this era, there is nothing wrong with what you have done. 】

[The remnants of the old era are a disaster no different from weirdness to you in the new era. 】

[Human nature will gradually deteriorate with the passage of time. 】

[Especially the one who controls the weird ones. 】

[They thought that they had mastered the weirdness, became the master of the weirdness, possessed god-like power, and could control their own destiny. 】

[But they don't know at all that their consciousness and soul have been gradually changed into weird shapes by the subtle influence of weirdness. 】

[The longer they live, the scarier they are. 】

[Many disasters in history are caused by these treacherous masters. 】

[On this point, only you are an exception. 】

[Strangeness will not erode you, it will only be eroded by you. 】

【They, I can't do without you~】

The phone, which had been silent for a long time, jumped out a lot of prompts at this time.

Maybe it's because the weirdness of this gap was suppressed by Wu Jian.

Gui Jiyuan finally jumped out, and a battle settlement door came. .