Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

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The ritual worships the gods.

This ritual does not need to be in direct contact to be able to communicate with the weird.

Although the mantra skin and the incense of the sacrifice are missing.

But Wu Jian has the weirdness in his hands that can replace two things.

His captain's coat can cast the phantom of a ghost ship, and on the rudder of the ghost ship, there is a pattern of a spell skin projection.

Offering incense can be replaced by the bell of the Emperor's bell.

Plus the trick mark on the ghost handprint, as well as the ghost handprint itself.

The success rate of this sadhana is extremely high.

As long as he can communicate with the trickster, Wu Jian will not be afraid.

He believed that with his own physique, he was definitely more suitable to control these terrible tricks than to stitch them.

"Let's get started!"

The hand holding the sword kept moving, constantly chopping and stitching, leaving him in a state of repair cycle.

Wu Jian took out the Emperor Bell with his other hand.

Jingle Bell ......

Under the eerie isolation of darkness.

The bell of the Emperor Bell is so small that it is almost inaudible.

But that's not a problem.

Wu Jian kept shaking the Emperor Bell, and the bell kept ringing in the dark, constantly superimposing, and gradually spreading in the darkness.

Jingle bells!

Hearing this bell, Wu Jian's eyes froze.

"Step 1!"

Feeling the strange aura of the lines under his feet that were faintly similar to the curse skin, Wu Jian's eyes lit up.

This pattern was indeed as he expected, with the remnants of the strange power of the spell skin.

It was enough for him to complete a ritual of worshipping the gods.

"Step two. "

Hold up the Emperor Bell with the ghost mist, so that it continues to shake.

Wu Jian's vacant left hand received a strange handprint.

Drive!

Distorted palm prints emerge and distort into distorted text.

The second step of worshipping the gods has been constituted.

Wu Jian felt that with the appearance of the trick of the word.

The black threads of the hands that were stitched together suddenly began to stir.

This restlessness has made a change in the methodical suturing action of the suturing.

He began to gather a lot of sutures and began to stitch up the connections of the tricksters.

"Huh?"

Seeing this change, Wu Jian's eyes lit up.

"It turns out that your stitching is not completely controlled. "09 himself has only released the Trick Seal with the Ghost Handprint, and he hasn't even carried out the third step of worshipping the Trick God.

The trickster on the body of the stitch has already begun to be restless.

It can be seen that the control of the trickster is very shallow.

If there were no external stimuli, he might have been able to control these tricksters.

But once someone seizes the power of the trickster, he can only fight against the snatch by stitching.

"Looking at it this way, you're pretty ......"

With a grin, Wu Jian slashed down a sword, causing more black lines to fall from the stitched body.

At the same time, he took the final step of worshipping the gods.

Bow!

Jingle bells!

The sound waves of the Emperor Bell suddenly condensed.

The Trick Seal bloomed with a flickering blood light.

The blood light and sound waves fused into a light that fused blood and blue, piercing through the darkness.

Infused into the tricky hand of the stitch.

Hiss!

Green smoke rises.

There was an extra twisted text in the trick's hand.

Drive!

"It's done!"

With the imprint of this treachery.

Wu Jian felt that he had a mysterious connection with the trickster.

An extraordinarily cold aura continued to flow into his body along the connection of the ghost handprints.

Illusions, began to rush into consciousness.

Falling, suffocating.

In the endless starry sky, a pair of big hands are kneading the stars.

Forming terrifying galaxies.

Galaxies are treacherous.

The planet is weird.

The starry sky is also treacherous.

In this deep space universe, it seems that there is no normal existence.

Trickery is the foundation of everything.

Inexplicable murmurs are chanted in consciousness, and disgusting psalms form blasphemous texts.

The terrifying pollution is defiling Wu's consciousness.

One by one, the points of light were born and died in his consciousness.

Human nature gradually disappears with the birth and death of points of light.

Wu Jian's expression began to become indifferent, and an extremely terrifying aura began to emanate from his body.

It was a breath of transcendence and greatness.

Ru Yuan!

Like hell!

Under the influence of this breath.

The darkness that enveloped the room suddenly began to tremble and retract.

Eventually, it turned into a pitch-black humanoid shadow.

In the middle of this shadow, bubbles are constantly boiling and floating.

Mutter!

The bubble exploded, revealing a blood-colored rift, in which countless disgusting eyeballs were surging.

focused his gaze on Wu Jian's body.

Burst!

It's like snooping on an undetectable existence.

These eyeballs suddenly exploded at the same time as they saw Wu Jian, and a thick and foul-smelling liquid poured out of this rift, seeping into the ground and disappearing.

As the eyeballs exploded, the shadow seemed to regain its vitality.

He shook for a moment, and then swept like a snake on the ground like lightning, merging into Wu Jian's shadow.

The deep black, like a drop of ink smudged in the shadows.

The humanoid black shadow that was two circles larger than Wu Jian's shadow kept changing after merging into Wu Jian's shadow.

Eventually, it became the shape of Kuruma.

The strange power rippled in the shadows, but it could not have the slightest impact on Wu Jian at this time.

At the same time that the shadow escaped into his shadow, he instantly completed the complete control of this shadow.

Da-da-da-da!

Step by step.

Wu Jian, who looked indifferent, waved his arm slightly.

The staggered black sword light burst out into a spherical sword light force field in an instant.

Countless sword lights formed a realm like a meat grinder.

Directly cut off most of the sutures of the suture treacherous.

The terrifying cold power fell rapidly.

The stitched body became tattered, and wounds of flesh appeared all over his body.

Many of the stitches on His body had cracked, revealing white flesh and gray bones.

The most serious part was the suture wound on the wrist of both hands.

There, most of the black sutures had broken, leaving only a few extraordinarily thick sutures attached to the Treacher's bones and veins.

The fracture of the suture made the trickster agitated.

The hands were constantly writhing and twitching, making it difficult for the sutures that had been stretched out after the suture to reconnect to the hands.

"Hand ......"

At this time, Wu Jian had already walked to the front of the stitching trick.

He looked at this terrifying weirdness with blank eyes, and waved his palm slightly.

The sword light realm of the broken sword suddenly collapsed.

His hands pressed against the treacherous hand's palms almost simultaneously.

"Harnessing ......"

The blood-colored light and shadow suddenly expanded, and it only took a moment to envelop the entire trickery.

In light and shadow.

The trickster shrank and dissolved as quickly as if it had melted.

It turned into a cloud of liquid and melted into Wu Jian's hands.

A few black sutures also pierced into Wu Jian's palm as the trickster merged.

A strange aura full of deprivation of rules frantically slammed left and right in Wu Jian's body, wanting to plunder the weirdness in his body.

"Cutting ......"

Because the trickster was snatched, plus the cutting of the broken sword.

The current stitching treachery is weak.

But the greedy instinct still drove him, wanting to extract the weirdness from Wu Jian's body to make up for his puzzle pieces.

Put your hands together and seal your fingers.

An invisible aura flashed across the stitched body.

The next second.

His body froze.

The pitch-black sutures broke with a bang.

His physical form quickly disintegrated, dissolving into mist and disappearing without a trace.

Only three things that exuded a strong and strange aura were left in place. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

A blood-colored pupil, a pair of big blue and black feet, and a mass of black sutures that squirmed like living things.

"Eye ......"

As if he had trampled on an ant casually, Wu Jian did not have the slightest emotion because of the decomposition of the stitches.

He picked up his blood-colored pupils expressionlessly and squeezed his palm hard.

The blood-colored pupil shrivelled up, leaving only a drop of liquid that shimmered with a faint glow of blood.

Wu Jian raised his hand and dripped the liquid into his left eye.

The blood light was stained, the pupils were slightly dilated, and the blood-colored time scale in Wu Jian's pupils became more profound under the action of the liquid in this place.

"Foot...... Line ......"

Eyes rolled, looking at the big feet and sutures on the ground.

Wu Jian raised his hands, and a terrifying strange power rippled in his hands.

"...... Together"

The hands clasped together violently.

The big blue feet and the black stitches twisted suddenly, then fused together, and then formed a twisted ball of light.

There was a deep aura rippling in the light cluster.

It's as if something terrible is being conceived.

It took about thirty seconds.

The light suddenly solidified.

A pair of blue-black leather boots appeared in front of Wu Jian.

Almost at the same time as this pair of leather boots appeared.

The indifference in Wu Jian's eyes quickly receded, and a glimmer of humanity lit up in his eyes again.

"What's going on?"

Wu Jian felt the terrifying power rippling in his body, and his whole body was numb.

Just now, he was completely immersed in hallucinations.

Completely unaware of what was going on, it turned out that as soon as he regained consciousness, he found that everything had been resolved.

[It's so cruel! It's terrible!]

[I was so scared that I didn't dare to speak out. 】

[The trickster is at your disposal.] 】

[The shadow has sunk into your shadow too.] 】

[The ghost eye was made into eye drops by you, moisturizing your left eye]

[The worst thing is to trample on people and stitch together, they are forcibly fused together by you, turned into a pair of shoes, and will be trampled on forever. 】

You've gotten stronger, and you've won the perfect first Gap Battle. 】

[Please, go quickly, this gap is about to collapse by you.] 】

"Forehead ......"

The hint of the strange era made Wu Jian a little speechless.

He found that during the time he lost consciousness, he seemed to have done a lot of amazing things.

Feel the room that has begun to tremble.

Wu Jian walked out of the room briskly with boots made of stepping on people and stitching tricks.

The stitching trick has been solved, and this gap has entered the end of its life.

Without the support of supernatural powers, this place will soon collapse and disappear.

Wu Jian, who rushed out of the room, saw the other side of the hospital for the first time.

At this time, the other side was compared to when it first came in.

More complete.

The faint signs of damage on the hull have disappeared, and the color of the wooden hull has become deep and heavy.

Even the cracks in the sails have been repaired.

"Good fellow, you kid isn't idle. "

Turning his gaze and looking at the mental hospital that had collapsed most of it, Wu Jian finally knew what the hint of the strange era meant.

He's in the room when he fights against the stitches.

Outside, the Other Shore is also constantly devouring the power of this strange hospital.

These powers make Him even stronger.

"It's time to go. "

With an open hand, a cable hung down from the Mikan.

Wu Jian grabbed the cable, and his body was pulled up by the cable.

Squeak and quack!

The Other Shore moved, and the huge hull scraped against the ruins of the mental hospital, making an uncomfortable noise.

The sails bulged, and the Other Shore gradually became illusory.

Slowly disappeared into this gap.

Rumble!

In the sound of violent collapse.

The last vestiges of the hospital began to crumble.

The earth began to crack, and the sky began to crumble.

This small piece of heaven and earth gradually crumbled, turning into countless detritus and disappearing into endless nothingness.

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

"Ahh

A scream.

Ouyang Meng sat up abruptly, gasping for breath.

The roommate next to her opened her eyes in a daze, looked at Ouyang Meng who sat up, and said lazily.

"Meng'er, you're having nightmares again?"

"Hmm...... I dreamed of a terrible ship carrying a terrible monster, and 587 destroyed a mental hospital. "

Ouyang Meng recalled the sporadic pictures in the dream, and his face turned pale.

The thick darkness, the terrifying corpse, the terrifying sword light, and those strange indifferent eyes.

These images are actually not that scary.

But I don't know why, Ouyang Meng couldn't help but tremble when he thought of these pictures.

"Good second, I feel like you should write a novel, maybe someone will be interested in your dream story. "

The roommate laughed and waved his hand disappretently.

"Maybe. "

Ouyang Meng also smiled, but he smiled very reluctantly.

She always had a strange feeling that her dreams might be more than just dreams.

"Sleep, there's an exam tomorrow. "

The roommate lay down, his voice gradually lowered, and a slight snoring sounded.

“............"

Ouyang Meng lay down silently, but he couldn't sleep.

Today's nightmare was exceptionally clear and real, and as soon as she closed her eyes, the image of this dream would appear in her mind.

in the picture.

Those indifferent eyes were the most terrifying.

Like a god, he sees everything like an ant.

Just reminiscing, Ouyang Meng couldn't help but feel a strong fear and a trace of very wonderful worship.

It is a yearning for greatness and a reverence for the strongest.

It's an instinctive emotion.

【Hum!】

The phone next to the pillow suddenly vibrated for a moment.

The blood-colored light gradually blurred the entire screen.

[Your dreams are not ordinary, and the supernatural connection allows you to see certain pictures that occur in the gaps. 】

[It was a terrible and strange confrontation. 】

[It is also a piece of real greatness to exert strength.] 】

You are fortunate enough to witness this scene. 】

[Your dreams have mutated, and a strange has begun to settle in your dreams. 】

[Didn't you notice?]

[You've already slept......]

？

With the blink of an eye, Ouyang Meng realized that the place where he was had changed.

She didn't know when her bedroom became a dark and ancient female boudoir.

She was lying on a carved wooden bed.

The body is completely unable to move for some reason.

What happened?

Ouyang Meng felt the coldness in the air, and his expression was frightened.

She smelled a rancid smell coming from her.

What's around me?

Ouyang Meng turned his head to look.

But his neck was stiff as if he had been put in a plaster cast, and he couldn't move at all.

She could only roll her eyes and look hard at the place around her.

She saw, some messy black hair and a touch of pale skin.

This complexion, she had only seen in her dead grandmother.

There was a dead body lying beside her!

"Woo ......"

Lying on the same bed with a dead person made Ouyang Meng collapse.

She bit her lip, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and let out a low cry.

She's really scared right now.