Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

"Huh?"

His eyes turned and looked at Long Wangshu, who was covered with wounds all over his body.

Wu Jian focused his attention on the gourd in her hand.

This gourd is like a black hole at this time, frantically absorbing all the spirits 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.

By this time, her left eye had turned into a large, blood-colored hole.

Even her wriggling brain could be seen in the hole.

Not only was her body disintegrating, turning into crumbs, and being sucked into the black gourd.

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

widened his only remaining eye, staring at Wu Jian deadly.

"This thing looks familiar. "

Feeling the terrifying absorbing power of the black gourd, Wu Jian seemed to be rooted under his feet.

Motionless.

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 sucking of this black gourd.

The phantom of the other side of the ship's coat was also trembling.

This black gourd is very scary.

But Wu Jian is equally powerful.

The superposition of the spirits on his body unleashed incredible power.

Resisted the supernatural absorption of the black gourd.

"How is that possible!"

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

The supernatural released with his life was blocked by Wu Jian.

This made Long Wangshu hold a breath in his heart.

She was not reconciled.

But there is nothing to be done.

She has always used the "217" to use the Tatsuno Trick Seal and the Nine Scales to balance the spirit of the black gourd.

But her actions just now have upset this balance.

The black gourd devours the scale and the treacherous sigil of Chen.

A complete outburst of the supernatural.

He will devour everything within His supernatural sphere of 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 as the man walked towards her.

Well?

Long Wangshu, who only had the last bit of consciousness left, saw the picture of Wu Jian reaching out and grabbing the black gourd.

Then she died completely with a stomach full of doubts.

"The final piece of the puzzle. "

Feel the restlessness of the gourd and the tremor of the spirit in your hands.

Wu Jian looked solemn.

He could feel the black gourd getting more and more agitated as he got closer.

The suction that could absorb the supernatural was constantly increasing, trying to swallow him completely.

In order to fight against this devouring force, Wu Jian continued to release a deeper level of the ghost of time.

Three floors.

Five floors.

Ten floors.

The death knell continues to ring, and the power of time continues to deepen.

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

On the belly of this black gourd.

A circle of blood-colored nicks is slowly manifesting.

This notch is the scale of time.

He is merging the scales of time.

"Can't wait any longer. "

This black gourd has the ability to devour all weirdness.

At the same time, it also has the ability to transform the strange into an even more terrifying existence.

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

While!

The sound of the death knell was deafening.

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

Time has begun to manifest itself in this ghostly form.

A variety of dials with twisted hands appear in the ghost.

There are vague phantoms flickering on these dials.

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

In the depths of the phantom, some black distorted shadows can also be seen flickering, these distorted shadows highlight the dense eyeballs, open and close the big mouth full of fangs, and squirm the block of what it is.

Constant murmuring, howling.

"Daddy...... Father...... Daddy......"

Black blood vessels bulged around his left eye, and Wu Jian looked cold.

"Shut up!"

He let out a low cry that silenced the weird stuff.

Those black shadows are the embodiment of pollution.

After adapting to the pollution, these inverted stove things settled into the depths of Wu Jian's consciousness.

In general, they are honest and rarely speak out.

But when Wu Jian opened the ghost of time to a certain extent.

These guys would rise from the depths of their consciousness and turn into something anomalous, constantly calling him "Daddy".

Wu Jian was also puzzled.

Why do these guys call him Daddy?

One thing is certain, though.

The shadows seemed to really think of him as their old father, and when he told them to shut up, they would shut up a bunch of mouths and honestly stop messing around.

His eyes turned to the pitch-black gourd.

Under the suppression of the seventeenth floor of the Ghost of Time.

This terrible gourd finally gave birth to a lot.

His supernatural spirit is compressed to the surface and cannot be spread.

But even so, the spirit of the Ghost of Time could not break through his supernatural power and completely stop him.

This gourd is still digesting the scale of time that He has absorbed.

"That's pretty much it. "

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

A strange light flashed in Wu Jian's eyes, and the purple-black tricky gourd fell into his hands.

A strong agitation emanated from the gourd.

At the same time, there is also the spirit of the trickster.

Wu Jian had already discovered that this black gourd came from the same weird as his own hands and the tricky gourd.

It is a kind of existence that can knead weirdness, smelt weirdness, combine weirdness, and transform weirdness.

It's an extremely frightening weirdness.

He is a plague.

"Photograph!"

The transformation of the two-handed trick seal, the supernatural of the tricky hand and the supernatural of the tricky gourd are mixed, forming a consistent supernatural power.

Under the operation of Wu Jian, this force came into contact with the black gourd.

The next second.

Wu Jian felt a piercing coldness and a peeling sting pain coming from his hands and the tricky gourd.

This black gourd is taking away his supernatural powers.

"A puzzle piece that is more complete than me, my weirdness is suppressed. "

The brow furrowed slightly.

Wu Jian's expression changed.

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

With just one puzzle, it was able to suppress the mixture of trickster and gourd at the same time.

"Sure enough, you still have to rely on yourself when it comes to controlling weirdness. "

Opening his palm, Wu Jian directly reached out and grabbed the black gourd.

Since it is impossible to suppress this black gourd by using strange means.

Then he had to sacrifice what he was best at.

The big hand grabbed the black gourd.

Wu Jian felt that his palm was being disintegrated.

This black gourd has a kind of decomposition and absorption supernatural ability.

Anything that touches His supernatural will be disintegrated by Him, and then absorbed into His nourishment.

Sharp pain came.

Wu Jian's brows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Because he had felt it, with this gourd disintegrating and absorbing his palm.

He also developed an inexplicable connection with this gourd.

It's a harbinger of the weirdness that is about to be harnessed.

The black gourd absorbed his flesh and blood, and was also affected by his physique.

At this moment.

This gourd could no longer escape his clutches. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The flesh is still disintegrating.

Pale bones have been revealed.

The intense pain made the corners of Wu Jian's eyes twitch constantly.

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

A huge furnace with its mouth wide open.

An unspeakable corpse was thrown into the furnace.

The flowing flames, which turned into watery forms, engulfed the corpses and boiled them.

It eventually flows out from another outlet of the furnace.

At this time, the corpses had turned into strange shapes, and gradually turned into phantoms and disappeared into the exit.

It's a furnace, and it's a reinvention.

While the furnace boiled the corpses, it also purified some of the impurities in them and turned them into something else.

But.

Furnaces also have limits.

As more and more corpses were boiled.

The furnace grew in size, and streaks of cracks and black rust appeared on top of it..........

It smells of twilight.

There were too many corpses boiled, and the furnace couldn't hold it anymore.

Wu Jian seemed to have turned into the furnace itself at this time.

The heavy tearing sensation made him want to tear his body apart and turn it into pieces.

That might be easier.

This terrible thought rose in Wu Jian's mind.

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

Exploded.

Shattered furnaces.

Evolved in mid-air, turning into three horrific corpses.

A corpse with a pair of eerily pale palms.

A corpse burned with golden flames all over its body.

A corpse seemed to freeze, covered in hoarfrost and water stains dripping from the corners of the corpse's clothes.

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

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

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

The rest of the fragments evolved into bits and pieces.

One of them is the weird toy box.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering rang out.

The bones of the palm gripping the pitch-black gourd had begun to disintegrate.

At the same time as the bones are shattered.

The humanity in Wu Jian's eyes suddenly faded.

All that remains is endless indifference.

Time in his left eye flickered.

The broken palm was repaired in an instant.

Then his hand lit up with a substantial golden flame, and he grabbed the pitch-black gourd violently.

"Flame!"

The palm of the treacherous seal transformed, and the golden treacherous flame formed the shape of a chain, binding the pitch-black gourd.

Wu Jian grabbed the tricky gourd with his other hand.

"Water!"

A twisted mark appeared in the palm of the hand that grabbed the gourd, and a stream of icy water restrained the gourd.

"Out of ......"

The ghostly space distorted slightly, and the strange toy box manifested in front of him.

Wu Jian grabbed the gourds in his hands and stuffed them all into the weird toy box.

"Lian!"

With both hands outstretched, he pressed the toy box up and down.

Wu Jian exhaled a mouthful of white mist with sparks.

The spirit of the Yellow Springs crossed the distance of time and space and injected into his body.

At the same time, the supernatural power of the Other Shore was infused into his body.

The supernatural nature of these two behemoths turned Wu Jian's hands into two terrifying anvils.

His arms bulged as if a treacherous train and a ghost ship were colliding.

The terrifying supernatural oppressive force has produced a certain qualitative change.

Creak~

There was a sharp grinding sound.

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

The toy box containing 5.8 two tricky gourds gradually overflowed with a strange spirit at this time, and it was immersed in Wu Jian's hands little by little.

Black tendons bulged on the back of his hand.

Some kind of supernatural is merging with Wu's hands.

The terrible pain flowed in the hands.

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

He indifferently continued to work harder.

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

"Becoming ......"

The folded hands turned, turning into a combined motion.

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

Slowly opened the fingers of both hands.

Call!

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

Directly through this gap in the sky through a hole.

Cracks spread around this hole.

The day, at this moment, shattered.

Under a shattered sky.

Wu Jian's hands emitted a glow of understanding.

Envelop his body.

This glow formed a vast furnace.

In the center of integration, Wu Jian, who held his hands high, was like a flame that refined everything.

It exudes an inhuman aura.

“............"

“？"

The indifference in his eyes quietly receded.

Wu Jian regained consciousness with a confused expression.

He felt the power rippling in his hands.

Lowered the palm.

With this action of his.

The glow dissipated quietly.

"This weird...... It's a crucible. "

"Crucible treachery...... Good luck. "。