Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

looked indifferently at the woman who was bleeding from the corner of her mouth that was pumped by herself.

Wu Jian pulled the judge out of Ms. Hu's chest.

Burst!

Blood is flowing.

A supernatural wave is fluctuating.

Ms. Hu, who was pierced through the heart by the judge, did not die completely.

A certain weirdness she mastered was constantly struggling, trying to break free from the supernatural oppression of the judge and bring herself back to life.

Burst!

Slash with your sword.

A smooth line of blood appeared on Ms. Hu's slender neck.

Her head was directly cut off by Wu Jian.

The curse of slashing to death erupts.

The supernatural that was still struggling in Ms. Hu's body fell into silence directly.

“............"

Qian Xiaoxiao, who witnessed all this throughout the whole process, was spinning wildly.

She knows.

Wu Jian didn't appear here to kill Ms. Hu.

She is Wu Jian's real target.

She had even guessed Wu Jian's idea of plundering the shards of fate at her disposal.

But she can control part of her fate.

But he couldn't see Wu Jian's fate clearly.

There is something in this man that can interfere with fate.

This thing wasn't the bad dice she gave up, but something even more terrifying.

It was a horror worse than fate.

"Can you not kill me? I didn't mess with you. "

Seeing Wu Jian turn his gaze to himself, Qian Yaoyao took a deep breath and said pitifully.

"Yes, if you give me the weirdness you control, I won't kill you. "

Wu Jian said lightly.

"I can't strip them away, and I'll die without them. "

Qian Yaoyao's eyes rippled with tears, and her voice trembled.

"It's okay, I can help you, and I promise that I won't let you die if I peel off the weird. "

The corners of Wu Jian's mouth curled, and a pitch-black chain hung down from his hand, making a rattling sound of metal colliding.

"And don't delay the time, in my case, this set of "four three zeros" will not work. "

“............"

The rippled tears disappeared suddenly, and Qian Yaoyao's face was silent.

She looked at Wu Jian coldly.

The light and shadow of the roulette wheel appeared in his eyes.

"Do you have to break the net with me?"

"Huh. "

Wu Jian was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he raised his hand and cut it.

Airplanes!

The ancient sword shook.

An extraordinarily condensed ink mark penetrated the line of sight.

Qian Yaoyao, who was locked by his gaze, directly separated this ink mark and split it in half.

Burst......!

In a series of body cracks.

Thirty figures with mahjong heads were cut in half.

"Huh?"

Wu Jian looked at these familiar mahjong heads, and his eyes moved.

He found that Qian Xiaoxiao had disappeared at this time.

"Do you hide yourself by dying in lieu of death?"

The pupil of the left eye constricts, and the three pointers rotate at the same time.

The Trick Seal of the Flame was suddenly activated.

However, this time, Wu Jian did not look for the scale of time treachery.

Instead, they are searching for money hidden by using the ability to die.

The perspective of the time treachery emerges from the left eye.

Wu Jian saw that the sneaky Qian Yaoyao was fleeing from the side.

At this time, her body looked very blurry, as if she had turned into a two-dimensional phantom, escaping the scope of normal perception.

Even the general weirdness can't fall on her in this state of killing rules.

However, her concealment cannot escape the shackles of time.

"I see you. "

The tip of Wu Jian's sword reversed and pointed at Qian Xiaoyao.

Qian Xiaoyao, who escaped into a two-dimensional state, seemed to have lost his perception of reality, and was still secretly fleeing in another direction.

Although it was only a simple fight, she had already sensed how terrifying Wu Jian's power was.

She chose the safest way to deal with it.

Run away.

Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood.

As long as there is life, there is room for redemption.

She didn't know that she had been targeted by Wu Jian.

Airplanes!

The ancient sword shook, and the sword light flowed.

The pitch-black sword marks broke through the barrier and slashed directly at Qian Yaoyao's body.

Burst!

Blood.

Thirty more mahjong heads were cut in two.

Qian Xiaoyao's figure disappeared again.

"It's a different suit, and your life is running out. "

Glanced at the mahjong head that manifested in the air.

Wu Jian confirmed that the suits of these mahjong heads were all different.

This says one thing.

This Qian Xiaoxiao should be the mahjong head that controls a whole set of mahjong.

After these mahjong heads are released, they can be used as subordinates.

When she doesn't let it out, she can also use it to die for her.

As long as these mahjong heads are not all killed, she will not die.

And the substitution strength of these mahjong heads is very high.

It was able to withstand the slash of the judge who had almost completely made up for it.

However, she didn't have many cards left.

The normal number of tiles is one hundred and thirty-six.

These tiles can give money four to five times to die.

But these four or five substitute deaths couldn't get her out of the scope of Wu Jian's killing at all.

"Here. "

The Seal of Fortune continues.

Wu Jian soon saw Qian Yao in another position.

At this time, her expression was ugly, and she looked around with a wary face.

Having been killed twice, she is now panicking.

She didn't even know what kind of ability Wu Jian relied on to gain insight into her traces that had escaped into the gap of fate.

"Maybe it was just an accident. "

Qian Yaoyao looked at the vague scene around him, and cautiously walked in the direction away from Wu Jian in his memory.

The next second.

She suddenly felt a pain in her neck.

The stand-in's ability has been activated on its own.

Burst!

Thirty mahjong heads of various suits fell to the ground.

Qian Xiaoxiao also jumped out of the gap of fate.

She looked at Wu Jian who was holding the judge viciously, and the anger in her eyes almost condensed into substance.

"I'll give it to you!"

But what greeted her was the sword blade slashed by Wu Jian.

Burst!

The blade of the sword, which carried the curse of slashing death, once again slashed her body directly.

The wind is blowing.

The corpses of thirty mahjong heads fell to the ground.

At this time, the ground was already full of corpses of mahjong heads with different dead appearances.

The number is one hundred and twenty.

"You've got sixteen cards left to die, what are you going to do next?"

Wu Jian felt the coldness emanating from the judge's ancient sword, and moved his fingers slightly.

After making up for it, the judge Gu Jian became even more powerful.

At the same time, it is even more terrifying.

With just four swords, he felt that the sword was as cold as a physical block of ice.

A hint of restlessness came from this sword.

It gave him the urge to kill everything.

This is the killing rule of the Judge Sword.

Slash everything, pierce everything.

Even Wu Jian couldn't quickly adapt to the supernatural spirit of this terrifying ancient sword that was about to be replenished.

Holding this ancient sword in his hand, murderous intent grew in his eyes.

"Don't deceive people too much!"

His expression became more distorted, and the roulette wheel in Qian Yaoyao's eyes began to enlarge.

The cold aura on her body became thicker.

She had confirmed that the man in front of her was not ready to let her go.

In this case, she can't make the guy in front of her feel better.

She was going to give up her human consciousness and give her body completely to the weirdness within.

Let your own weirdness harness her body and take revenge on the guy in front of you!

Burst!

Brilliant heads rise into the air.

A resentful expression froze on his face.

Qian Yaoyao's head has been cut off by Wu Jian.

With her head rolling, she saw her body in her last consciousness and made a gesture of waving her hands.

On her broken neck.

A woman's head grew again.

It's just that this woman's head has no expression, and her face is full of numbness and cruelty.

Not like a living person.

"Is there a weird recovery?"

Look at the head don't cut off, and the money that grows a head again is dying.

Wu Jian's eyes narrowed.

At this time, Qian Xiaoxiao was on him, and Wu Jian could no longer feel the slightest emotion of a living person.

She had become Him at this point.

"The power of fate, through its own rules, rewrite your own dead fate, and make yourself alive again?"

Looking at Qian Yao, whose expression was numb, the light in Wu Jian's left eye flickered.

He saw.

Qian Yaoyao no longer has any torch light and shadow of a living person in his body.

All that remains is the eerie and grotesque flames.

The flame takes the shape of a roulette wheel, with twisted words inside the wheel. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Big auspicious, auspicious, small auspicious, small evil, fierce, big evil.

Looking at these words, Wu Jian seemed to feel the fortune.

Your fortune is suffering from these words.

Something strange is happening.

【Fierce】

Inexplicably, Wu Jian turned his attention to this text.

Almost at the same time as his gaze was staring.

He suddenly felt a piercing chill.

The Judge Ancient Sword in his hand underwent a terrible change.

An extraordinarily cold aura crossed into his body.

His consciousness instantly fell into confusion.

He held the ancient sword blankly and put it around his neck.

"Slash ......"

With a slight movement of his arm, the blade of the Judge Gu Jian had already cut through the skin on his neck.

A streak of blood ran down his neck.

Although it fused with the treacherous Book of Life and Death, the Book of Life and Death did not seem to be enough to stop the judge's sword.

As Wu Jian's arm strained, half of the blade sank into his neck.

Burst!

Blood is flowing.

The sharp breath made Wu Jian feel severe pain.

His dazed face suddenly regained consciousness.

The self-killing action also stopped.

Hiss......

Bared his teeth, Wu Jian pulled out the ancient sword of the judge who had cut off half of his neck with his backhand.

At the same time, the time treachery in his left eye restarted.

Traced his neck back to what it was when it was unharmed.

"Hee-hee~"

Looking up, he was tilting his head, staring at his money with malice.

Wu Jian swings his sword with his backhand.

Burst!

The sword marks remain.

Qian Yaoyao's body was directly cut in two.

But the next second.

The roulette wheel inside her spun suddenly.

【Yoshi】

The pointer rested on the text.

The weirdness of fate is stirring.

The concept of death in the fate of Qian Xiaoyao was erased.

As the concept of death was erased, her two halves of her body quickly healed and returned to her unharmed state again.

"Fortune to change his fate? It seems that the fate he controls belongs to the part of luck. "

Feel the roulette wheel in Qian Yaoyao's body spinning again.

The timetable disc in Wu Jian's left eye spun rapidly, and the Ghost of Time opened.

layer 1.

Three floors.

Five floors.

Seven floors!

Ten floors!

A deafening death knell sounded.

Layer after layer of ghosts are constantly superimposed.

Almost instantly, the superposition of ten layers of ghost flies was completed.

In the midst of this ghostly moth.

Time was completely stopped.

Fate has also lost its motivation to operate.

The supernatural of fate, suppressed by time.

The tenth-layer Ghost of Time can already suppress the fate of the crippled.

"You're mine. "

Open your palm, and the spirit of the tricky hand emerges in your hand.

Wu Jian pressed his hand on Qian Yaoyao's chest and grabbed it hard.

Burst......

There was a soft thud.

An old roulette wheel was pulled out by him.

This roulette wheel is made of black iron, divided into six areas, and the six areas are engraved with the words of fortune from good luck to great evil.

Icy cold, heavy.

Holding this roulette, Wu Jian felt as if he was holding the fate of many living people.

A strange heaviness made his arms sink slightly.

"Is this fate?"

Holding the roulette, an illusion began to flicker in Wu Jian's eyes.

Crushing the wheels of history.

A great river that flows endlessly.

A constant cycle of life and death.

Ups and downs of fate.

The grotesque and distorted pictures form absurd stories.

These stories are full of malice and evil thoughts like spiritual pollution.

Let Wu Jian's temples jump suddenly.

Bang!

The next moment.

The terrifying power descended and directly shattered these evil illusions.

At the same time, the roulette wheel in Wu Jian's hand was also shattered.

With the roulette wheel shattering.

Wu Jian felt a cold power flow into his body and into his life.

This force.

It's fate.

"Whew~~!"

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Wu Jian looked at Qian Xiaoxiao in front of him.

After he uprooted the shard of fate.

The woman has become a corpse.

But in this body, Wu Jian felt a strange aura.

It was an eerie atmosphere.

Something weird, was being conceived in her corpse.

"Interesting. "

Feeling this change, Wu Jian was slightly stunned.

It was the first time he had seen such a strange form.

Now this weirdness in Qian Yaoyao's corpse is not a complete weirdness, not even a puzzle.

But this weirdness is like a growing embryo, constantly absorbing some inexplicable power, not only perfecting itself.

"It's mine. "

The space of his right eye turned slightly, and Wu Jian directly imprisoned Qian Yao's 1.7 Xiao body in the ghost space.

Before being imprisoned.

He took the dice mask off her head as well.

In this case, fate is in hand, and you can consider looking for the next scale. "

Feel the wheel of fate that merges into your body and becomes your own fortune.

Wu Jian inexplicably had an impulse.

An urge to gamble.

He obeyed the impulse and pulled out the auspicious dice.

Whoa!

Spin the dice, spin quickly.

The gloomy aura converges on this dice.

Ultimately.

The dice stopped.

Six blood-red points pointed towards the sky.

Daji.

At the same time as this point appeared, Wu Jian felt a very terrifying supernatural erupt from his body.

With this supernatural outburst.

He heard an inhuman scream.

He looked in the direction the figure had come from.

A man with pale skin and a numb expression and an ancient military uniform was found to have plunged a broad-bladed sword into the back of an old man wearing a crown and a gorgeous robe.

[The national fortunes of the treacherous country have changed. 】

[The general succeeded in usurping the throne and became the new king of the kingdom of treachery. 】

He decided to grant a three-day amnesty. 】

[All people in this country can enter and leave the country freely. 】

[After three days, the border will be closed, and those who remain will continue to be nationals.] 】

The sound of a cannon salute rising into the air.

Lines of flaming words appeared in the sky above the Land of Legends.

See this string of text.

The living people trapped in the country of treachery did not hesitate at all, they packed up their salutes, got into their cars, and drove in the direction of the border.

Three days was enough for them to escape from this strange country.

They have had enough of this terrible country.