Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

"Burying ......"

The old man's voice sounded again, and the hunchbacked old man raised the shovel in his hand and made a heavy clapping motion.

The rule of killing is released with this rule.

Wu Jian felt a supernatural force slap towards his head.

That's the magic of a shovel.

He was able to strike strange heads and silence them.

So that the old man can be buried.

While!

The sound of metal striking sounded.

The spirit of the shovel was blocked by a ghostly mist that appeared out of thin air.

The ghost fog that was hit dissipated on the spot.

But more ghostly fog rose up.

He has been in the body of Wu for so long.

The ghost mist I have become one with his body, after taking the elixir.

He absorbed a lot of spirits, and his power became more powerful.

"Burying ......"

Like a machine, the hunchbacked old man numbly raised the shovel again, wanting to give Wu Jian another time.

But then a terrible sound of footsteps gradually broke through the spirit of the graveyard and fell into his ears.

Da! Da! Da!

It was the footsteps of the ghost leather boots that killed people.

Fused with multiple sound-related supernatural powers, the footsteps of the ghost leather boots are already very dangerous.

It was enough to silence a lot of weirdness on the spot.

The old man, locked by the sound of footsteps, stiffened in his movements.

His supernatural spirit was affected by the footsteps of the ghost's leather boots, and at this time he had entered the confrontation, which made his body immobile for a moment.

Da-da-da-da!

Continuing to step forward, Wu Jian's big foot stepped on the shadow of the old man.

The supernatural generation of trampling on people.

Stronger supernatural suppression was produced, and the old man's supernatural had begun to show signs of silence.

Syllable!

Stretching out his palms, the spirit of the tricky hand rises in the palms.

Wu Jian grabbed the shovel in the old man's hand.

A cold touch came from the tricky hand.

The dirt-stained shovel was like a revived spooky.

Constantly releasing the spirit that belongs to him, refusing to be suppressed by the trickster.

Pity.

Nothing to do.

Absorbing the power of the trickster, the terrifying intensity of the trickster soared.

The terrifying supernatural suppression is not at all something that ordinary weirdness can fight against.

Hiss 09!

Green smoke rises from the point where the trickster and the shovel touch, and the shovel's spirit is suppressed by the tricker.

"Bring it!"

With a strong arm, Wu Jian directly snatched the shovel from the old man's hand.

The shovel is out of his hand.

The old man's supernatural fell again.

The supernatural homeopathic invasion of people is treacherous.

directly made the old man fall into complete silence.

"He's just a shell. "

Wu Jian opened his eyes and looked at the illusory time torch in the old man's body, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The illusory torch of time represents that this old man is not the source of the spirit of this cemetery.

He was only a partial supernatural shell, instinctively burying all the supernatural beings who had invaded this cemetery.

"Where is the source?"

Open the palm, and the town character sprint appears in the palm.

Wu Jian slapped and sealed this supernatural body.

Turn around and walk deeper into the graveyard.

In his hands.

The old shovel unleashed a certain supernatural spirit that echoed a presence sticking out of the graveyard.

"Is it the source?"

With a shovel in hand, Wu Jian walked in the direction of the echo.

As he walked, he was also observing his surroundings.

He found that as he went deeper, the number of graves in the cemetery began to thin out.

Each burial bag has grown in size.

There are no tombstones in these graves, but there are traces of incense and candle offerings on the graves of these graves.

It seems that every once in a while, there are people paying tribute to these graves.

"Who's paying respects? Is that the old man?"

Passing by a grave, Wu Jian stopped.

He crouched down, looked at the burnt incense ash and blood-colored wax oil, and raised his hand to touch it.

A ghostly coldness came from the wreckage.

"There used to be some kind of strange ritual here, which was vented through the spirits in the ritual grave bag. "

Twisting the cold incense ash remaining on his fingers, Wu Jian frowned.

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable familiarity in this gloomy aura.

He recalled, his eyes lit up.

"Sacrifice to the gods?"

He remembered the smell of incense ash when he had just acquired the primordial spell skin.

The smell is exactly the same as the incense ash here.

"Is it interesting to use this ritual to deal with the weirdness of burial? "

The ritual of sacrificing to the god of trickery has never been used by Wu Jian since he got it.

Because he really couldn't find a place to use it.

Now that he has come into contact with the traces of the use of this ritual here, he has a new understanding of this ritual.

"Sure enough, if you read 10,000 books, it's better to travel 10,000 miles and learn. "

Standing up, Wu Jian looked into the distance.

There seems to be a very large burial mound.

It's like a hill.

The shovel in his hand echoes the place, and that is there.

"What's buried there?"

Wu Jian tightened the shovel handle in his hand and walked over quickly.

An even richer chill rippled in the air, and the smell of incense and candles and the smell of rotting corpses kept coming.

The cry sounded again.

It's as if mourning some departed existence.

An inexplicable emotion gradually rose in his heart with the cry, and Wu Jian felt that his expression was about to be affected by this cry and change.

"Something weird that can trigger emotions, just a change in expression, something terrible can happen. "

The heat flow rotated in the body, and the inflame that turned into body temperature directly evaporated this undesirable emotion.

Wu Jian looked ahead.

Over there.

The huge burial mound is already vivid.

In front of this huge burial bag stands a huge stone monument.

This stone tablet is full of cracked marks, dense hair, as if it is about to collapse in the next second.

But under the action of unknown forces.

This stele still stands stubbornly, releasing some kind of supernatural spirit.

Suppressing the horrors in the grave.

In front of the tombstone.

There is a large offering table, on which is placed an incense burner, on which there are two short and one long incense sticks burning.

On either side of the censer, there are two candlesticks, and two thick candles are burning in a dim flame.

Serve in front of the table.

There was a large figure kneeling.

The figures covered their faces with their hands in a weeping motion.

Weeping weepingly came from Them.

Wu Jian saw these figures, his pupils contracted slightly, and he found that these figures were all lifelike paper figures.

Through the hands of the paper figures covering their faces, you can see that their faces are all painted with distorted smiles.

On the bodies of these paper figures, Wu Jian felt a terrifying supernatural power.

This power was absorbed by the incense burner on the offering table, poured into the burning incense candles, and turned into wisps of smoke with a crying and laughing expression, and drifted into the huge tomb.

"There are no collapsed graves, what is buried here?"

Wu Jian looked at this huge tomb bag and was faintly frightened.

The size of the burial bag represents the eerie horror of the burial.

This tomb bag the size of a hill is terrifying just by looking at it.

"Burial mounds. "

Looking at the stone tablet full of cracks, Wu Jian looked solemn.

This tombstone is obviously going to be untenable.

If no one cares, I'm afraid it won't be long before this tombstone collapses.

At that time, the weirdness buried in this giant tomb will be revived.

He's going to stop that from happening.

As for how to stop it.

Wu Jian believes that relevant answers can be found in the book of life and death.

Swish!

The book of life and death manifests in the hand.

Wu Jian flipped through the pages where he could ask questions.

The short needle of time in his left eye throbbed slightly.

The future has already been launched.

[Buried in this giant tomb is a silent god. 】

He is one of the ninety-nine plagues. 】

[The burial of the ninety-ninth person.] 】

[It is also the source of this cemetery.] 】

In the trembling picture, strings of blood-colored words appeared in the book of life and death

A trace of blood began to flow over the words.

Wu Jian used the future to prostitute information, as if he had violated some kind of taboo.

made the book of life and death tremble a little.

"Hmph!" (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

Feeling the coldness released in the book of life and death, Wu Jian snorted.

His face turned slightly pale.

The book of life and death that melts into the skin produces a slight backlash.

But this backlash is within his reach.

He didn't stop snooping into the future.

[Now that the burial is about to be resurrected, if you want to silence Him, you can strengthen the suppression of Him through rituals. 】

[You need to use the Book of Life and Death to arrange the ritual pedestal, use the Emperor Bell to strengthen the power of the ceremony, then use the Ritual of Sacrifice to perform the ritual of sacrificing the Trick God, and finally use the Ancestor Mask to rely on the Trick God. 】

[Before performing the ceremony, you need to control the paper figurines outside.] 】

[The paper figure can share the spirit of the burial trick, so that he is more completely silent. 】

[During the ritual of sacrificing to the gods, you can increase the power of the ritual by burning paper money. 】

[Paper money is a trick money. 】

[The more tricks, the better. 】

The blood on the words had begun to gush out, transforming into horrific blood-colored arms.

I want to scratch Wu Jian.

But at the same time as these arms appeared, chains appeared out of thin air, dragging these blood-colored arms back.

It's obvious.

These chains are the power of the Book of Life and Death, and these blood-colored arms are the hidden spirits of the Strange Leather Book.

was frantically prostituted by Wu Jian, and the supernatural nature of the leather book was obviously restless to the limit.

wants to fight back against Wu Jian.

Pity.

The supernatural of the leather book is just a younger brother in the book of life and death.

Under the suppression of the Book of Life and Death.

His restless spirit could only retreat in resignation.

At the same time, He stopped showing new messages.

Obviously, giving this information has made the supernatural of the leather book reach its limit.

He has been drained and can no longer give anything useful.

"Dominating the Paper Man,?"

Blinking his slightly dry left eye, Wu Jian nodded with satisfaction.

The enhanced time trick is really extraordinary.

Having spied so much into the future, it turned out to be just a little dry.

Looking up at the paper people kneeling in the tomb bag, Wu Jian exhaled lightly a mouthful of white mist.

The white mist spreads and quickly melts into the air.

Floated to these paper figures who were still crying.

Wisps of ghost mist followed the cracks in the paper figures, gradually invading their bodies.

The connection is generated.

The ghostly mist soaked the bodies of these paper figures, interfering with their spirits.

With these supernatural invasions, the paper people stopped crying, and the smiling faces painted on their faces gradually turned into expressionless indifference.

At the same time as the paper figure changes.

The smoke of the incense drifting towards the tomb gradually returned to its normal appearance.

With the change of incense.

The towering stone monument suddenly made a loud noise.

Click!

More cracks appeared.

Without the cries of the paper figures, the supernatural balance here is broken.

The stone monument that suppressed the burial of the treachery will not be able to hold on.

But at this moment, a crisp bell suddenly rang.

Bell bell bell!

Wu Jian, who was holding the Emperor Bell, walked quickly in the direction of the offering table.

He unfolded his other free hand.

A spell skin with an intricate pattern appeared in his hand.

This is the primordial mantra.

The ceremonial pedestal that he had detached from the book of life and death.

With a wave of the hand.

He threw the skin in front of the offering table.

Wu Jian stepped forward and stood up.

The power of the cold began to emanate from the primordial spell skin as he landed.

Under the action of this force.

The incense that was offered to the incense candles on the table gradually transformed into the shape of chains.

These chains seemed to be nothing, but they sent out a burst of impact injuries in mid-air like 303 gold and iron.

These incense chains circled along the original route and penetrated into the giant tomb.

Hiss!

The infusion of incense chains gave Wu Jian a wonderful sense of connection.

He felt that he seemed to have an inexplicable connection with the strangeness buried in the giant tomb.

This connection lets him know that the weirdness under this giant tomb has not yet fully recovered, but is in a state of slight restlessness.

"Burial trickery?"

Feeling this strange atmosphere, Wu Jian's spirit was shocked.

He could feel the unusually high intensity of the horror of this burial terror.

He was a complete and terrible god.

"Can I successfully imprison such a guy?"

Licking his lips, Wu Jian was a little nervous.

The complete Ninety-Nine Calamities.

It was the first time he had faced it head-on.

The horror terror he had encountered last time was not as terrible as this burial terror.

Because the fear he faced at that time was just a doppelganger of this god.

And this burial trick is the ontology.

"Try it!"

Taking a deep breath, Wu Jian's expression became firm.

Bell bell bell!

The Emperor Clock kept shaking.

The sound of bells melted into the incense and injected into the burial trick.

A trace of ghostly mist completed the invasion of the paper people, and the expressions on the faces of these kneeling paper figures on the ground turned into a distorted cry under the control of Wu Jian.

They held their hands together and raised them high, their waists slowly bent and their heads touching the ground.

A faint flame ignited from above the tips of their raised fingers, emitting chains of incense and rushing into the grave.

Under the influence of these paper figurines incense.

The restless burial treachery in the giant tomb gradually began to fall silent.

Feel the change.

Wu Jian's eyes lit up, and he took out the Wuzu mask and put it on his face.

The icy mask clung to the skin.

A stream of the same breath began to touch Wu Jian constantly with the mask covering his face.

That is the trick god that the Ancestor Mask can communicate with at this time.

"Sacrifice!"

Wu Jian didn't pay attention to the response of these tricks, but raised his free hand and pinched out the sacrificial word trick seal.

Hiss!

With the formation of this trick mark.

The incense candles on the table burn quickly.

A thick pillar of incense smoke erupted.

The pillar of smoke was like a dragon, divided into two strands.

A stream was poured into the grave.

The other shrouded Wu Jian.

In the smoke column.

The mask on Wu Jian's face gradually began to change.

The ancient mask gradually became angular.

The color became dull and black, and inexplicable lines adhered to it.

At the same time as the mask changed, Wu Jian's body also began to change.

His flesh was as greyish as a stone, and lines appeared on it, connecting with the lines on his mask.

The decaying and low supernatural power rippled through his body.

An urge to bury everything rose in his heart.

At this moment.

Wu Jian seems to have become a god.

The god who buries everything!.