Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

Dead silence, indifference.

Wu Jian, who opened his eyes, no longer had a trace of human emotion in his eyes.

There is nothing but indifference that does not look like a living person.

His body stood up straight, and a pair of dead eyes swept towards the ~ Taoist figure.

At the same time as Wu Jian's gaze was projected.

The figure who was reaching out and preparing to grab Fu Xianshu suddenly froze.

Slowly turned his head in the direction of Wu Jian.

Two almost identical faces looked at each other.

The only difference is the look in the eyes of the two.

In the depths of Wu Jian's indifferent eyes, there was a hint of humanity.

And in the depths of that figure's eyes, there was only a thick resentment.

This is the difference between people and tricks.

"Alive?"

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and some bulges in his abdomen appeared when he saw the movement of the figure, and he also found Wu Jian's awakening.

She raised her hand and covered her abdomen.

His face suddenly turned pale, and a dark red stain of blood flowed down his abdomen.

Wow!

The terrible cry disappeared in a flash.

Her bulging belly was flat again.

At her feet.

There was an extra bloody lump of meat.

The piece of meat was still twitching.

"Well, it should be Li Zeng who brought Wu Jian back to life in some way. "

With a flash of lightning, Lei Xiang, whose face was also pale, appeared beside Fu Xianshu.

She had a hint of burnt smell on her body.

It was as if the corpse had been burned by high-voltage electricity.

Although the confrontation with the figure is not long.

But Lei Xiang was under a lot of pressure, and now she was so weird that she was so restless that she almost recovered.

"What are we going to do?"

Fu Xianshu swept his eyes wide, and Li Zeng, who was lying stiffly on the ground, had a sadness in his eyes.

"Take a break, and then take the opportunity to help Wu Jian fight this monster. "

Lei Xiang exhaled a blackened exhaust gas, adjusting his state.

"Good!"

Fu Xianshu nodded.

But in the next second.

Lei Xiang and Fu Xianshu felt in a trance.

They had already appeared in a clearing hundreds of kilometers away.

On their side.

Li Zengzheng sat up from the ground blankly.

"What's going on?"

Touching his eyes, Li Zeng, who had come back from the dead, looked dazed.

He clearly remembered that he should have died.

But now he is alive again.

Moreover, even the injuries of the body have recovered.

"We were sent out by Wu Jian. "

Fu Xianshu looked up into the distance.

Over there.

The entire space seemed to be disturbed by some kind of force and became distorted, making it impossible to see the specific appearance of this place.

However, the terrifying aura of this area caused all the strangeness in their bodies to enter a state of silence that could not move.

An eerie emotion called fear rises in their bodies.

They will also be afraid.

............

Airplanes!

The ancient sword of the judge was shaking.

The criss-crossing slash marks formed a terrifying black web that filled the entire space.

Between the chop marks.

A series of looming figures kept flashing.

Most of these figures were directly slashed by a pitch-black sword mark as soon as they appeared.

But every time a figure is slain.

In another area, another figure will reappear.

"Incarnate ......"

Holding the judge, Wu Jian's expression was indifferent.

A pair of cold eyes, the dial of time and the swirl ruler of space are constantly turning.

At this time, he was in a very peculiar state.

He was able to feel his own human consciousness, and at the same time he could feel some kind of consciousness that was not human awakening in his body.

However, this consciousness does not belong to human beings, and there are no emotions and desires.

There is only pure sanity.

Accurately control every weirdness that is controlled, and perfectly exert all the supernatural of these weirdness.

And Wu Jian's original consciousness, at this time, is like a bystander, observing the performance of "himself".

He knew that he could always return to consciousness if he wanted to, and regain control of his body.

But he didn't.

Because he knew that he wanted to fight against this terrible figure with the same face as himself.

It can't be done with his abilities.

He had to learn from this machine-like state of absolute sanity.

"Nailhead ......"

The figure that was constantly being killed and constantly manifested, the leather book in his hand turned automatically.

It stopped at the middle page.

On this page.

Drawing a strange arrow in dark red fuel.

A strong supernatural spirit rippled in the air as the page appeared.

Bone arrows appeared out of thin air.

The arrow was aimed in the direction of Wu Jian.

The terrible sense of crisis that was about to come to Wu Jian hit Wu Jian's heart, and Wu Jian's consciousness had a huge fear.

But the consciousness that controlled Wu Jian's body was unmoved, and he calmly opened his palm.

The space is slightly distorted.

An antique revolver appeared in his hands.

In the magazine of the revolver.

Six bullets have been reloaded.

The primers of the six bullets have two distorted texts.

"Pick up 10,000"

Click!

Break the hammer.

Pull the trigger.

"Wealth can be ......"

Bang bang bang!

One by one, the bullets transformed into 100,000 tricks rushed towards these white bone arrows with a spiral of cold air.

These white bone arrows were also inspired to face Wu Jian at the same moment.

Almost in an instant.

Bullets and arrows collided.

The confrontation of the supernatural arose at this moment.

Rumble!

Bullets and arrows explode at the same time.

Scattered bone fragments and exploding bullet casings carried terrifying supernatural spirits that spread in all directions.

The ghost snake released by Wu Jian continued to tremble under the interference of this supernatural spirit.

At the same time, the ghost snake released by this figure was trembling.

This terrifying ghost that enveloped the entire city was a fusion of the ghost snake released by Wu Jian and the figure. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

In this ghostly vessel.

Time is confused, space is chaotic, fate is disordered, and rules do not exist.

Only Wu Jian and this figure have the qualifications to operate in this ghost by virtue of their own weirdness.

Click!

Carrying supernatural bone fragments and bullet shells, when they approached the range of a hundred meters from Wu Jian, it was as if they had been weathered.

Rapid decay disintegrated, turning into finely crumbled powder.

On the other side, the fragments that flew towards the figure seemed to have fallen into aqua regia sulfate.

Large bubbles were puffed up, and then corroded without a trace.

"Weak Water Trick ......"

Open your mouth and your sane mind spits out a name.

Wu Jian, who was hidden deep in his body, heard this name, and an inexplicable conjecture flashed in his mind.

"Incarnation...... Nail Head ...... Weak water ......"

"These names seem to be related to mythology......

"Could it be that the weirdness controlled by this figure is a legendary god?"

"And what is he?"

Looking at the figure of the leather book in his hand turning again, Wu Jian thought of a terrifying possibility.

Those mythical gods and demons will not all be controlled by this figure with the same appearance as themselves.

"Slash!"

With a twist of the wrist, the judge left a deep sword mark in the air.

The pitch-black sword marks spread, directly cutting the figure in two.

At the same time as slaying this figure.

The time in Wu Jian's left eye suddenly turned.

The three hands jump at the same time at two o'clock.

"Yin!"

Wu Jian felt that all his supernatural powers were converging towards his left eye at the same time at this moment.

These aggregated spirits were filtered through the treacherous heart, and then transformed into the treacherous book of life and death, and finally injected into his left eye.

These aggregated supernatural beings eventually manifest.

A distorted mark is formed on the two-finger scale.

Respect.

The rules of time are distorted at this moment.

The unleashed Ghost of Time is reshaped by this power.

Turned into an invisible maw.

The maw is so huge that it takes up the entire sky.

"Devour!"

The left eye moved slightly.

Wu Jian opened his palm and clenched his fist violently.

Suddenly, the huge mouth suddenly closed.

Click!

It was like the sound of teeth clashing.

The time in this area was directly swallowed up by the Trick Seal of Yin.

"Ahh

A terrible howl rang out.

A figure stumbled out of the void.

This figure is a figure with the same appearance as Wu Jian.

It's just that at this time, most of his body has turned dead gray, and countless dense cracks are all over it, as if they will crack in the next second.

"...... Chop"

The voice of indifference sounded again.

Wu Jian's figure suddenly appeared behind this figure.

The Judge's blade slashed across the figure's neck, severing its head.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

With the fall of the revelation, the figure's body quickly turned into a completely dead state, and quickly cracked apart.

Only the head that was still rolling in the air let out a creepy shriek.

"You can't stop it, the gods have been opened, all immortals will eventually return, chaos will repeat, and the world will rebuild ......"

"You can't make it. "

Wu Jian, who looked indifferent, opened his mouth, stared coldly at the tumbling head, and said in a deep voice.

"I'm going to reopen hell, imprison all weirdness, and restore everything to its original point. "

"Hahaha...... You can't stop your own ......"

The ashes submerged the entire skull, and also obscured the skull's next words.

As the crack appeared, the skull turned into a scattered powder.

“............"

After a period of silence, the humanity in Wu Jian's eyes gradually returned.

He looked at the dust on the ground.

He looked a little dazed.

"I can't stop myself, how can you be me?"

Shaking his head, Wu Jian, who had regained his consciousness, smiled mockingly.

He knew that this guy with the same face as himself must have some kind of relationship with him.

But He is definitely not Him.

"Some kind of supernatural reproduction of my existence, and it has grown into some kind of terrifying existence, and this existence may have something to do with the future me...... That me, it's not me anymore. "

Touching his left eye, Wu Jian was thoughtful.

Controlling time tricks for such a long time, Wu Jian's understanding of the rules of time has become more and more profound.

He knew that as long as he was still in control of time.

Then whether it is the past or the future, you are absolutely unique.

The only way to manifest oneself in another time is to release the ghost.

In the multiple ghosts of time, he can pull his past and future selves into the present to help himself.

But these time-spooky self-summons simply can't survive for long.

When the ghost snake is put away, it will naturally disappear.

Swish!

The last vestiges of the skull dissipated.

A strange aura condensed out of thin air.

A piece of vellum with distorted text suddenly appeared.

Seeing this piece of leather paper, Wu Jian's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to grab this leather paper.

With his hand touching the piece of vellum.

Three twisted words appeared on the parchment.

The god list... Mouth....