Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

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The mountain roads are rugged and the woods are dense.

On the blackened trunk of the tree, lines that seem to distort the human body are all over the top and bottom.

Under the light of the light, it seems to come to life.

Through pain and despair.

The leaves rustled, and there was a faint cry of misery.

The gloomy wind was whirling.

On the mountain road, there were bursts of biting cold.

A distorted light and shadow, walking outside of time, quickly moved towards the top of the mountain.

In light and shadow.

Wu Jian was holding the tablet in his hand and looking at it.

He found that the tablet was incomplete.

There is a clear fracture mark in the upper half of the tablet.

"Isn't it incomplete? It seems that the hidden position on the back street in Yingchun City is the tablet of the other half. "

Putting the treacherous tablet in his coat pocket, he looked up.

There, already at the top of the mountain.

The remains of this gap are in the Taoist temple on the top of this mountain.

"I can hold on for about twenty minutes, I don't know if I can explore this ruin in this time. "

Feeling the remnants of his own humanity, Wu Jian's expression was already very indifferent.

The loneliness of retreating out of time erodes human nature more seriously than he imagined.

He thought he could hold out for an hour.

After solving the trick of turning around, he walked up from the bottom of the mountain again.

It took twenty minutes of his time.

Now he only had twenty minutes left to use.

Looking at the Taoist temple shrouded in incense in front of him, Wu Jian raised his feet and walked inside.

Skinned figures swim in the incense fire.

They let out bursts of shrill laughter with their black holes open.

"Came in, came in, he came in......"

"There's a new Taoist priest coming in......"

"Lao Jun will like him. "

"Yes, yes......"

"Old gentleman...... I like the new Taoist priest the most......"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

"Hahaha......"

"Assert ......"

Incense gas rolling.

Wu Jian didn't know about the changes outside.

When he walked into the Taoist temple, he felt as if he had stepped into another space.

What catches your eye is a huge square, and the faint smell of incense is swirling around the square.

A group of figures dressed in Taoist costumes, kneeling in the square in a very regular formation, holding three incense sticks, their bodies straight, worshipping in the same direction.

This should have been a solemn facelift, but at this time it only seemed to have a deep and incomparably terrifying feeling.

Because.

None of these Taoist priests had any heads.

Their severed necks were dark red.

They don't know how long they have been dead, and there is still dark red blood gushing out and flowing from the place where their necks are broken 240.

This blood stained their robes black and red.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of incense.

Let this square be filled with strange evils.

“............"

The strange scene in front of him made Wu Jian shudder.

Terrifying and sacred.

The headless Taoist priest in the square seemed to be holding a huge strange ceremony.

This ritual is full of grotesques that make people's scalps tingle.

"What are they worshipping?"

Wu Jian counted and found that there were a total of eighty-one headless Taoist priests in the square.

He didn't know what these Taoist priests were.

If it were humans, their blood would have dried up after so long.

If it was weird, they wouldn't be kneeling here.

If they are tricksters, then what are they kneeling here for?

Wu Jian couldn't help but look in the direction of their worship.

There, there was a huge figure enveloped in incense.

The shadow is very close, and it is not very clear what the figure looks like.

"Go over and see. "

There is a sub-character trick seal to protect the body, and Wu Jian is a little bold.

As it keeps getting closer.

The pyrotechnic gas began to thin out.

The appearance of this figure gradually appeared in Wu Jian's eyes.

"it!"

Even in a state where humanity was draining, Wu Jian was still startled by the curious figure in front of him.

No way.

This thing in front of me is too mentally polluted.

It is a huge idol of a clay fetus.

There is nothing wrong with the body of the idol, holding the gourd in one hand and pinching a mudra in the other.

But this idol has no head.

Above his neck was a tower-like temple made of human heads.

These heads, both old and young, are divided into nine layers.

The lowest level has the largest heads, and they are crying in pain, and their eyes are bloody and tearful.

On the next level, it is sad, sad and sad.

Further up, there is an angry look, and the eyes are wide with anger.

Then there's the resentment.

Panic.

Sorrowful.

Laughing.

Solemn.

And on the old man's head at the top, there is only a calm state without sorrow and joy.

It's like being too forgetful, and there is a bit of fairy wind and bones.

It is this strange contrast that makes him look even more terrifying and disgusting.

"What the hell is this?"

Looking at the Taoist priests' hair buns on these people's heads, Wu Jian finally knew where the heads of these Taoist priests went.

Through an unknown means, they cut off their own heads, joined each other, and finally formed such a terrible thing.

After these heads were separated from their bodies, they did not die but survived in such a strange way.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"Why! Why am I at the bottom!"

"You're all damned! Damn it! Why did you have this ceremony!

"Lao Jun is awake! Lao Jun is awake! Don't talk! Woo!"

"It's over, it's all played, Lao Jun is a trick, the gods are tricky, everything in the world will become a trick......"

"Hee-hee...... Okay! That's good! Trick is a god! God is also a trick! Dao Ye, I'm a god~ hehehe!"

"Hold on to your heart! Don't fall into the way!"

“............"

The hair of the people on the human head Jingguan murmured.

Only the head of the old man at the top was silent.

The incense in the air is constantly absorbed by their mouths and noses.

With every hint of incense, their faces would become a little ruddy.

The place where they were decapitated would shed some fresh blood and wet the body of the idol.

The current idol is now half wet with blood.

"I feel like I've run into a big boss. "

Rubbing his brows, Wu Jian's eyes moved, and he saw that on the offering table in front of the statue, there was a dim leather book all over.

The material of this book is very familiar.

Almost identical to the original spell skin in his arms.

"Why does this book smell of fishing?"

Wu Jian did not act rashly, he looked at the leather book on the offering table, and then set his eyes on this terrible idol.

As a lover of the same fishing.

He also likes to use fishing to get the god into his body, and then prostitute him fiercely.

Now the book is placed in such a prominent place.

Obviously fishing for some guys who can't stand the temptation.

"This should be the first thing to solve. "

Wu Jian looked at the human head on the statue, and his hands turned pale.

The trick mark of the word has been formed, and the tearing weird cold power is not triggered at the fingertips.

Hidden in the void of time, he was more terrifying than any Assassin. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Because he doesn't have the ability to observe beyond time, even if he is attacked, he can't detect his existence.

The effect of the Son's Trick Seal is so outrageous.

Can inflict a crushing effect on targets that cannot interfere with time.

His sturdy legs moved quickly, and he crossed the square like a phantom, and approached the idol.

Wu Jian's legs suddenly strained, and then popped out fiercely.

The sheer force caused him to catapult directly to the head of the idol.

Cut out!

With a burst of terrifying and ruthless power, the open trickster grabbed the head of a person at the bottom of the human head Jingguan.

Burst!

With an explosion.

The human head was directly grabbed by the trickster.

Blood is flowing.

The fishy stench is spreading.

A series of blood bubbles suddenly bulged out at the place where the human head was broken, and then a brand new head "grew" out of it.

"It's broken!"

Almost at the same time as the head regrows.

All the heads on the human head temple stopped muttering to themselves.

They opened their bloodshot eyes and looked at where Wu Jian was.

Wu Jian opened his hand and looked at the dark red blood stains attached to his tricky hand, and his face became ugly.

He was careless.

He didn't expect that this head (ajae) Kyokan was hit head-on by a trickster who used the trick seal of cutting, and instead of falling silent, he used the blood stains on the broken skull to lock himself hidden in the cavity of time.

This kind of cunning style is obviously not something that an upright weird can do.

This head Jingguan is actually dominated by the consciousness of the trickster.

"Baby, Master Dao, I found you. "

The old man's voice sounded, and the old man's head at the top of the human head Jingguan finally spoke.

He opened his eyes that were deep black without a trace of whites, and stared straight in the direction of Wu Jian.

“............"

Wu Jian didn't speak, because after the old man spoke, he felt a sense of danger that made him creepy away.

He felt that if he answered him, even if he hid in the cavity of time, he would be attacked very terribly.

"Baby, I see that you have a great talent for cultivation, and you are a natural Dao talent, why don't you worship me as a teacher, and let me call you to cultivate the Immortal Dao?"

Wu Jian's silence did not affect the old man's interest in speaking, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he opened his mouth to speak again with a kind smile.

"Lao Jun, Lao Jun, my disciple wants to cultivate with you! Please accept me!"

"Lao Jun, I also have a natural Dao body, you can also accept me!"

"Laojun, I'm willing to give everything I have, as long as you can accept me as a disciple!

"Laojun!

As soon as the old man's words fell, the heads of the lower levels of the human head Jingguan exploded, and they begged with their mouths, as if they had forgotten that they only had one head left now.

"Noise!"

The old man at the top of Jingguan suddenly let out a low shout.

A cold aura erupted suddenly.

All the heads below him screamed, and streams of blood spurted from the mouths, noses, eyes, and ears of the heads, staining the idols below even redder.

"It's time!"

Wu Jian, who saw this scene, felt the humanity that was about to dry up.

Reluctantly untied the treacherous seal of the son.

With the unraveling of this treacherous mark.

His figure emerged from the square.

Jingle bells!

Almost at the same time as he appeared, the Emperor's Bell on his waist suddenly rang with a piercing ringing.

At the same time, Wu Jian felt the broken sword on his waist, and the primordial spell skin in his arms also rose with a strong cold aura.

Besides.

The Wuzu mask hanging around his waist also emitted a terrifying agitation.

It felt like meeting a natural enemy.

"Haha! It's finally out!"

"It turns out that you are not a natural Dao body, but a natural saint!"

"Master Dao, I'm finally transferred!"

"You're mine!"

Almost at the same time that Wu Jian escaped from the time cavity, the head of the old man on the human head Jingguan let out a burst of wild laughter.

His eyes were wide and his face was full of greed.

He suddenly opened his mouth and roared out an incomprehensible syllable.

As this syllable sounded, a cold force began to ripple.

Hiss!

The headless corpse in the square held the incense stick in his hand high at the same time, and bowed down heavily with his five bodies on the ground.

The incense sticks in their hands suddenly lit up.

The rich incense gas formed columns of smoke and rose into the sky.

A series of smoke dragons were formed.

It flowed into the head of the human head Kyokan.

Blood flowed from these heads as if the floodgates had opened.

A waterfall washes the idols below.

This kind of overdraft-like operation makes the heads on the head of the head of the capital constantly scream and dry up.

As these heads dried up, the size of the statues under the human head Jingguan continued to shrink.

A terrifying and strange aura began to revive on the idol.

This idol is also treacherous!

But the monster had been dismembered, his body had been transformed into an idol, and his head had disappeared.

"He's finishing himself!"

All of this change is quite long to say, but it actually took only a few seconds.

By the time Wu Jian reacted from the trance of escaping out of the void of time, the statue had shrunk to the extent that it was only one circle larger than ordinary people.

And the old man's head was surrounded by a pile of shriveled heads, ready to attach his head to the idol and use himself to make up for the lost head.

In this way, he was able to take the lead of his own consciousness and freely use the strange power of this idol.

"How can it be so easy!"

Wu Jian, who discovered this, did not hesitate at all, and directly launched his strongest ability.

The ghost of the four-story time.

Dangdangdang!

Four death knells in a row are practiced together.

The four-tiered Ghost of Time that was almost stacked on top of each other directly enveloped the entire square.

Time Interference, which is twice as powerful as the three-story ghost snake, is in operation.

The solidification of time has been raised directly to a very terrifying level.

But.

In this frozen time, the old man's head was unaffected, and it was still slowly falling.

He looked at Wu Jian and opened his mouth to make a staccato sound.

"Baby...... ...... children"

"I didn't ...... Think...... Arrive...... You...... Unexpectedly...... Dominated...... Time treacherous. "

"But...... Be...... Time ...... Not you...... So...... ...... used"

"Put ...... Your body...... Give it to me, let me do it...... Tell you...... What do you do with the time trick!"

By this time, his head had begun to merge with the reduced human-sized statue.

"No need. "

Wu Jian indifferently unfolded the primordial spell skin, pulled out the broken sword, and took out the Emperor Bell.

In the end, he took out the Wuzu mask and put it on his face.

A large number of visions were rising in his mind.

Finally stuck on a strange figure with a terrible mouth.

"After eating you, I naturally know everything. "

The strange figure was injected into Wu Jian's body through the Wu Zu mask, and the quaint mask gradually changed.

Jagged fangs burst out of the mask's mouth, and two sharp horns of different lengths rose from the mask's forehead, rendering the mask in a deep pitch black.

At the same time, Wu Jian's body was also rendered.

Holding the sword and the bell, he stood on the primordial spell skin, looking at the old man in front of him whose face was beginning to look ugly, and the fanged mask that was split in half from top to bottom made an expression similar to a smile.

"So...... Let's get started!"

Full Ceremony!

Devouring God!.