Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

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Full ritual.

Devourer.

After Wu Jian put on the mask of Wu Zu, the information that naturally appeared in his mind.

This ritual requires the primordial mantra skin to act as a ritual base~seat.

The Emperor Bell is used as a kicker item.

The Broken Sword serves as a summon anchor.

The Ritual Seal is a way to manipulate.

The Ancestor Mask is used to communicate with the gods.

Finally, a body that can carry the high-intensity descent of the deceitful gods is needed.

And Wu Jian just met all the conditions of the ceremony.

"Ha ......"

Exhaling a mouthful of ghost mist, Wu Jian felt endless power rippling in his body.

The supernatural suppression in the rift was no longer effective against him.

All the weirdness in him came alive again.

Mysterious knowledge flashed through his mind.

At this moment, he seemed to be omnipotent.

"Definitely!"

Gently shook the Emperor Bell.

The deep sound seems to come from the bells of hell.

Spreads rapidly through the Ghost of Time.

Under the effect of the sound of the Emperor Bell.

The nature of the Ghost of Time has changed a little.

The structure of time begins to reorganize, and another type of time stops working.

The old man's head was only a finger away from the body of the idol, and his face suddenly changed.

He could no longer be left behind, and his supernatural spirit had begun to silence the realm of this concept of time.

No way!

Resentment and unwillingness burn in the consciousness of the old man.

As a trickster who struggled from ancient times to the present.

He was trying to escape the terrible catastrophe of the changing times.

Didn't choose to self-ban like other contemporaries.

Banish the weirdness within yourself into an untouchable crevice.

Instead, he used the forbidden weird ritual to strip away his consciousness and throw himself into the weirdness he controlled.

Then he used his own disciples as sacrifices to make this gap dojo hidden in the cracks of time.

With this ashram, there is independence from the past, not in the present, and not in the future.

He escaped the rules of terror that arise when the times change, and preserves his consciousness.

Hide in this crevice.

He only needs to use the ritual to completely imprenate this terrifying and strange headless body beneath him, and he can control this body.

Such.

He would be able to come back from the dead and be given a chance to live again.

But he never imagined that someone would be able to break the time blockade of this gap dojo from the outside world.

He didn't expect that the guy who broke this blockade actually had the physique of a natural saint.

The last thing I expected was that this little baby, who obviously didn't live too long, actually had the means to threaten his life.

He!

Unwilling!

He!

To live!

No matter what the cost!

The black eyes rolled slightly.

The old man, through a supernatural connection, began to detonate the heads of his apprentices.

and the strange power hidden in the skulls of the apprentices.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The explosion that only existed at the level of consciousness sounded, and a gloomy power was continuously injected into his body through the connection of rituals.

Nourished by this force, He was rapidly strengthened and expanded by the consciousness frozen by time.

Gradually, they began to break free from the shackles of time.

He was once again able to manipulate the head and dock with the idol.

But the old man was not in a good mood.

Because detonating the heads of the apprentices will make the supernatural power of the ritual unbalanced.

In this case, even if he docked with the idol, he would not be able to fully control the idol.

But now he has no choice.

If he does not break free from the shackles of time, he is afraid that he will be destroyed.

"Do you feel like I'm going to watch you complete the ritual?"

His consciousness had just loosened, and the old man hadn't waited for anything to move.

He heard an indifferent voice come into His ears.

The next moment.

He felt his scalp tighten, and a large, terrible hand had covered his head.

Banned.

Repression.

Verdict.

Three familiar powers of treachery erupted from this big hand.

The old man's consciousness that had just loosened was hit hard again.

A terrifying supernatural eruption invaded his skull.

Strip him of consciousness.

In a trance.

The old man felt his consciousness crumpled and flattened like dough, and finally thrown into a big mouth like an abyss.

It is chewed, crushed, and digested.

Creak!

Creak!

The large mouth with protruding fangs is chewing up and down.

The dark mask gradually outlined a series of hideous laugh lines.

It devoured the old man's consciousness and the supernatural spirit contained in his consciousness.

Wu Jian had already met the conditions of the deceitful gods residing on him.

Right now.

He has complete control over the power of this god.

Of course.

Even if you don't meet the conditions.

The deceitful god that had melted into his body through a mask had not yet been discovered.

His weirdness has gradually been adapted to by Wu Jian.

His power has been withheld by Wu Jian.

He has begun to take on the shape of Wuma.

The meat bun beats the dog, and there is no return.

Any weirdness that enters Wu Jian's body will eventually become his power.

"Head-shifting ceremony?"

Devouring the old man's consciousness, Wu Jian separated the hidden knowledge in his consciousness.

He understood what the consciousness used by the old man was.

Head Removal Ceremony.

By transplanting the head that has its own consciousness to the weird headless.

to harness the weird and steal the terrifying consciousness of the supernatural.

The ritual process is complex and requires a lot of demanding conditions.

At the same time, it is very expensive.

But high pay, high return.

As long as the consciousness can be completed, then the owner of the head can control the strange headless body at no cost.

Become a special outlier with human consciousness.

Pity.

The old man's ritual was disrupted by him in the final stages.

His strangeness was removed by his tricky hands, and became the nourishment of the tricky gods recruited by the mask of the ancestor.

And the knowledge in his consciousness has become the ladder for Wu Jian to become stronger.

"So many ways to use the Trick Seal of the Son?"

After absorbing the old man's knowledge, Wu Jian exhaled and his expression became solemn.

He looked ahead at the statue that had become a normal human size.

At this time, the dark red on the figure's body was constantly peeling off, revealing the mottled clay body inside.

The battle is not over.

Although the old man has been devoured by Wu Jian.

But the more terrifying weirdness has revived.

The statue of the deity, which had lost its head, was not bound by the ritual of removing the head.

Restlessness has begun.

The old and eerie atmosphere is spreading.

The ghosts of time could not stop this aura from rising.

This idol. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It's scary.

He is a strangeness from a much older age.

Although the loss of the head made his horror less complete.

But Wu Jian could still see the strong torch of time burning on his body.

and the gourd in His hand like a substance-like dark red light of time.

The idol is a treacherous.

The gourd is also tricky.

And judging by the degree of solidification of the torch of time.

The gourd in the hand of this god statue turned out to be a strange artifact that was more complete and terrifying by Wu's broken sword.

The main thing is that this idol and this gourd do not have a supernatural conflict.

Instead, it has a terrifying resonance that blends with water and milk.

Together, the two of them only grow more terrifying.

Wu Jian needs to disrupt this terrifying linkage.

"Grab the gourd first!"

Looking at the half-blooded statue of the god, Wu Jian had no ink. Just get started.

His target was the gourd in the idol's hand.

Compared to the evil of the gods.

This terrifying gourd is somewhat similar to the Emperor Bell.

It belongs to the type of passive excitation.

Without people, or with strange manipulation.

This doesn't seem to be a random killing rule.

A pale color spread across the palms, and tricks had emerged.

Wu Jian harnessed his trick and grabbed the blood-colored gourd.

Syllable!

As soon as the arm was stretched out, Wu Jian's wrist was intercepted in mid-air by a clay sculpture palm with mottled marks.

This clay sculpture is detached from the arm of the head-shifting ceremony.

was able to ignore the blockade of the four-layer ghost and touch Wu Jian's body.

Hard, cold.

Wu Jian felt a terrible chill coming from the palm of this clay sculpture hand, constantly invading his body.

Like a clay sculpture, the color began to spread.

Terrible supernatural oppression began to be generated.

It only took one breath for Wu Jian's forearm to become mottled like a clay sculpture.

Sharp pain came from his arm, but Wu Jian didn't even frown.

He looked at the clay sculptures that were still peeling off the blood, his eyes were sharp, and he let go of the restriction in his body that could devour the strange gods.

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"Eat Him!"

Click!

The next second.

There was a scalp-tingling biting sound.

The arm that grabbed Wu Jian's wrist suddenly had a bite-like notch.

The big mouth of the Wu ancestor mask on Wu Jian's face not only opened and closed.

A tooth-aching chewing sound came from it.

The arm of this clay sculpture was bitten off by this strange god that could devour weirdness.

Reboot!

Time is flowing back, and the eroded spirits in the arms are expelled.

Wu Jian clasped his hands together, and instantly completed the outline of the town character treacherous seal.

Two terrible tricksters, with the power of suppression, slapped directly on the body of this clay figure.

Phew!

Two twisted town characters are imprinted on the clay figure's body.

The supernatural collision made the clay sculpture's movements sluggish.

The color of his blood stopped peeling, but the two scars that had imprinted on him continued to evaporate.

It only takes about two seconds.

These two sigils will be useless.

However, two seconds is enough time for Wu Jian to do a lot of things.

"This gourd belongs to me. "

Stretching out his trick hand, he snatched the blood-colored gourd in the idol's hand.

Wu Jian felt a terrifying cold aura pouring into his body from this gourd.

The next moment.

Countless visions began to manifest.

A mountain shrouded in countless skull-like blood clouds.

A great tree of bones that grows in the endless void.

A strange vine with countless eyeballs entwining around the galaxy.

A terrifying giant flower that swallows the river of souls.

The strange illusion impacted Wu Jian's consciousness, even after being tempered by countless illusions.

Wu Jian's consciousness is still sinking.

At this moment, a pair of invisible hands suddenly stretched out into consciousness, fiercely grasping these illusions together, rubbing them into invisible mud.

"Huh!"

With a shock to his spirit, Wu Jian's consciousness quickly retreated.

He saw a clay palm close to his neck.

A smell of incense and rancid smell came from the palm of his hand and rushed into his nostrils.

Wu Jian found out that when he fell into a vision.

His Ghost of Time has been canceled.

This clay sculpture took advantage of this opportunity to not only break away from the blockade of the town's character treachery.

At the same time, he also washed away the blood on his body.

Now He has restored all the supernatural powers.

However, it was already night.

Holding the cold blood-colored gourd, the big mouth on Wu Jian's mask suddenly opened, and he let out a low sinister smile.

An invisible mouth emerges in the void.

In one gulp, the body of the clay sculpture was connected to half of the square and swallowed.

Creak!

Creak!

The piercing sound of chewing kept ringing.

This square, covered in incense, began to collapse.

Countless skinned humanoid lights and shadows continued to scream and dissipate.

The surrounding scene is constantly distorted.

A dilapidated Taoist temple manifested in Wu Jian's eyes.

【Hum!】

[Unbelievable victory. 】

[You actually solved the remnants of the old era?]

[He has obviously sacrificed everything and won a chance to live again.] 】

But He met you at the last moment. 】

[The body is devoured, the weird has become a tonic, the knowledge is not plundered, and the ritual is destroyed. 】

[You, you've done all the bad things. 】

[But for this era, there is nothing wrong with what you have done. 】

[For you in the new era, the remnants of the old era are no different from the weird disaster. 】

[Human nature is a thing, but it will gradually deteriorate with the passage of time. 】

[Especially the tricksters who have mastered the weird. 】

[They think that they have mastered the weird, become the master of the weird, have the power of gods, and can control their own destiny. 】

[The longer they live, the more terrible they become. 】

[Many disasters in history have been caused by these tricksters. 】

You are the only exception to this. 】

[Weirdness will not erode you, it will only be eroded by you.] 】

[They, I can't leave you anymore~]

The mobile phone, which had been silent for a long time, jumped out of a large number of prompts at this time.

Maybe it's because the weirdness of this gap has been suppressed by Wu Jian.

The strange era finally jumped out.,Come to a battle settlement four.。。