Mysterious recovery

If the tenth floor of Ghost Realm can't play a decisive role, then today he can only accept his fate and die here.

Meng Xiaodong's gloomy voice sounded next to his ears: "Don't be so stubborn at this time, your restart is already failing. At this time, you can only delay the time of being killed by me, and it will not play a decisive role."

Yang Jian didn't speak, ghost eyes kept opening on the skin of his body.

Double ghost eyes superimposed.

Originally, the eight-layer ghost domain could be restarted on a large scale. Now, one ghost eye only needs to open four layers. If a pair of ghost eyes each activate five-layer ghost domains, and if they are superimposed on each other, then it will be a ten-layer ghost domain. It is much easier for a single ghost eye to open the ten-layer ghost domain, and the burden will not be so heavy. In theory, Yang Jian can do it now.

However, the superposition of the ghost domain itself is extremely stimulating to the recovery of ghost eyes.

But in this case, I can't think so much anymore.

Yang Jian has already bet his life on the tenth floor of Ghost Realm, no one can stop his current behavior.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Meng Xiaodong sensed the abnormality on Yang Jian's body, because she saw that the red light on Yang Jian's body became more and more intense, as if his whole body was soaked in blood.

"The ghost domain is superimposing? Could it be that he hasn't brought out all the supernatural power in this situation? Is this the kind of 'potential' that Xiao Qin said?"

She saw the clues and wanted to speed up the erosion of Yang Jian, but she couldn't. Instead, she found that the erosion was getting slower and the traces of erosion were being reversed.

"No, he is breaking through the blockade of the past..."

Then Meng Xiaodong's gloomy face suddenly changed, and he felt out of control and something was wrong.

But the next moment.

Before she could hesitate, a scorched black palm stretched out and grabbed Meng Xiaodong.

It's obviously just an ordinary scorched black ghost's hand, but it's not just the current Meng Xiaodong who is being choked, the past Meng Xiaodong also seems to be choking, obviously it only exists in the present Yang Jian, but it is like Meng Xiaodong. Generally, it also exists at countless points in time in the past.

"Although the unknown changes are uncontrollable, your spiritual power is too weak to deal with me." Meng Xiaodong wanted to struggle, but was shocked to find that he couldn't break free from this ghostly hand.

"Don't be too confident, old woman, your game is over."

Yang Jian's eyes were glowing red, his whole body seemed to be bathed in blood, but at the moment when he spoke, his voice was accentuated. This voice seemed to overlap after countless time points, and finally came together.

At this moment, it didn't seem like one person was speaking, but countless Yang Jian spoke together.

Subsequently.

Yang Jian raised his other hand, and raised the hatchet in his hand again.

However, this simple action was different in Meng Xiaodong's eyes, because she saw countless Yang Jian raised their hatchets together at this moment, and the number was unbelievably large, even is beyond her.

Because she can only see the time points when she exists, and she cannot see the time points when she does not exist.

Soon the knife came down again, cutting on Meng Xiaodong's neck in front of him.

"It's useless, I have a scapegoat hatchet that can't deal with me..."

As soon as Meng Xiaodong opened her mouth, her old face suddenly changed, and a scarlet wound suddenly appeared on her neck.

The wound was changing at an unimaginable speed, quickly repaired, and quickly torn.

It's just tearing, and the changes in the restoration are all compressed within a second, making it impossible to see clearly.

But the results are striking.

moment.

After a brief stalemate on Meng Xiaodong's neck with a wound, it was suddenly torn open with a hideous cut, blood spattered, and the old head slowly left the neck and fell down.

Such a scene not only appeared in front of my eyes.

The old woman who came into contact with Yang Jian also had her neck torn off at the same time, and her head fell off. The wound was exactly the same as that of Meng Xiaodong just now.

To lose the head is to dismember the body.

Then Meng Xiaodong's body also fell down weakly. The basket in her hand was lifted, and countless mutilated surrogate dolls slipped out of the basket. The necks of these surrogate dolls were all cut off. One is complete.

The corpses of old women fell on the surface of the ghost lake.

The water of the lake turned scarlet, these corpses did not sink, but instead floated unreasonably on the ghost lake.

"Did you bet right? This is the attack under the tenth floor of the ghost domain? Even the old monsters from the Republic of China period can't stop it." Yang Jian felt that his own erosion disappeared instantly, and the damage he suffered also improved instantly.

Everything is back to intact again.

"Are you kidding, you still have such a means?"

Suddenly, the gloomy voice sounded again, a new Meng Xiaodong had just appeared, and she felt unbelievable seeing hundreds of herself dying on the lake.

"My current state is very strange, and I can't understand it, but I feel that I should be able to deal with you in this state." Yang Jian's face was cold, and he took a step forward.

But after taking this step, countless overlapping figures appeared around him.

Some figures were walking to the left, some were walking backwards, some were walking sideways... Countless overlapping figures left Yang Jian and gradually dispersed.

The further Yang Jian walked, the more scattered figures became.

He just walked forward a dozen steps.

The surrounding lake was full of him, everyone was holding a cracked spear, and they all looked exactly the same, like Meng Xiaodong who invaded infinitely.

"It turns out that the ghost domain began to fold infinitely, and there was a time difference in the process of restarting itself, resulting in countless selves, but they each pulled countless selves to the same time point by restarting themselves. It’s just an ordinary cut, and the result is superimposed by this, which is equivalent to thousands of cuts, and no matter how many surrogate dolls I have, I can’t stand this kind of consumption.”

Meng Xiaodong's old face moved slightly, she squinted her eyes to see the clue.

And this superimposition algorithm is very scary. For the first time superimposition, there will be many Yang Jians in the timeline during the restart process, and then the Yang Jians in the past timelines will be pulled to the same time point, so the number can be more to a frightening point.

Not to mention that this can be used for the second superposition, the third superposition... At that time, the number of Yang Jian can not only occupy the current time point, but also the past time point.

As long as this state lasts long enough, he can fill the past.

At this moment, Meng Xiaodong had to admit that he was no longer Yang Jian's opponent in this state.

"Do you think I can kill you in this state?" Yang Jian spoke again, with countless voices superimposed.

Meng Xiaodong said with a gloomy face: "You can't kill me, you can't last long in this state, because you are losing control, superimposing too many past selves, but not every one of you will act in the same way, the longer the time, the more out of control you will be." The greater the risk, you end up lost in countless pasts and can no longer be yourself."

"Crap."

Countless overlapping voices echoed on the ghost lake, like thunder, which made people's ears buzz.

next moment.

A streak of scarlet light struck, completely dyeing the world red.

Immediately afterwards, countless Yang Jian rushed over with their ghost eyes open.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Xiaodong's eyes were filled with countless figures of Yang Jian, covering even the sky above his head, and each figure was layered on top of each other, occupying not only the present, but also the past.

Cut with a knife.

The surrogate dolls in Meng Xiaodong's hands frantically resisted such an attack, but unfortunately, the number was exhausted in an instant, and then the hatchet attack fell on her body, and then it was dismembered into countless pieces. withstand.

In addition, not only Meng Xiaodong was killed right now, but Meng Xiaodong was all dismembered in the past three hours, and her sealed past was broken by Yang Jian.

At this moment, he won.

Yang Jian under the Tenth Floor of Ghost Domain perfectly resisted Meng Xiaodong's infinite invasion.

But just after all this was done, the red light that dyed the world crimson collapsed in an instant.

The ghost eye obtained from this world on Yang Jian's body immediately exploded into a pool of scarlet dust.

Countless Yang Jian quickly disappeared...

All the terrible abnormalities subsided immediately.

Yang Jian spread his palms, looked at the shattered and dissipated weird eyes, and his face was gloomy: "Just opening the fifth-level ghost domain, this ghost eye can't sustain damage? Is this world unaffordable, even ghosts can't be killed?" The rules of death are beginning to be disobeyed."

Double ghost eyes, the ten-level ghost realm seems not to be allowed to exist in this world.

After appearing for a short time, the ghost eyes of this world were shattered and completely disappeared from this world, preventing Yang Jian from opening the ten-level ghost realm so easily.

In other words, the ghost eyes of this world died in this world.

"Forget it, the rules are set by others, and I can't help others cheating on me."

Yang Jian no longer struggled with this supernatural power that did not belong to him. He could at least be sure that he had indeed successfully defeated Meng Xiaodong.

But it was just a victory, and it still didn't completely kill it.

Turned around and looked at the time.

It's ten past two.

He won 10 minutes of safety time for himself.

Elder Qin will still appear at [-]:[-].

The desperate ending still hasn't been reversed, and now that he has lost a ghost eye, it is impossible to open the infinite restart and ten-level ghost domain.

A way of survival that was finally found was once again blocked by this world.

Yang Jian on the ghost lake was silent and fell into silence.

But the spiritual attack will not give him time to hesitate and think.

Countless dead bodies floating under the ghost lake wandered towards him again at this moment.

He had no choice, he didn't want to spend time here with Ghost Lake, so he could only leave here.

Before leaving, he took away the body of an old woman.

A rusty coffin nail was stuck on the forehead of this corpse. This coffin nail was taken from Dachang City, and it was also a supernatural item in this world.

Fortunately, this world did not continue to play tricks, causing the coffin nails to break and fail.

But what happened just now made Yang Jian alert.

The supernatural in this world is unreliable.

Once a certain limit is exceeded, the world will target it unreasonably, and the iron law that no ghost can be killed will be subverted.

The first thousand and 310 chapter two final preparations

Yang Jian tried his best to temporarily repel Meng Xiaodong from Room 301 in Dachuan City. This does not mean that he has won, but he just won 10 minutes of safety time, so in the next two days He has 10 minutes to think about his next move.

"Judging from the current situation, I still can't break away from this world. This world's bondage to me still exists, but I have already erased the memories of most of my acquaintances. The only thing left is that my hometown is trapped in the world of ghost dreams. Father, it seems that this should be the last more important thread."

"If I cut off this thread, I believe I can definitely get out of here."

At this moment, Yang Jian used Huang Quan to lead the corpse of Meng Xiaodong, who was nailed into the coffin, and set off directly for his hometown.

"But it's definitely impossible for me to leave in such a safe and sound way. If I decide to get out of trouble now, that old Qin will probably arrive in advance with a supernatural bus... So no matter what, I have to carry it past [-]:[-]." That wave of spiritual attacks will do."

Yang Jian now deeply understands the malice of this world.

The faster you get out of trouble, the greater the resistance you will encounter.

"But now I don't have any means to turn things around. The only hope is the ghost boy."

Yang Jian thought to himself: "Feeding Meng Xiaodong's spirit to the ghost boy, combined with the ability of the starving ghosts in this world, may not be able to resist the next attack, but the premise is that this world does not play tricks."

while thinking.

soon.

Yang Jian came to his familiar hometown.

The village was peaceful and peaceful, and his arrival did not attract anyone's attention, because at this moment he was just a complete stranger, and all the villagers' memories were erased by him, and there was no such thing as Yang Jian in their minds. People, the only one who remembers him is Yang Xiaotian who is trapped in the world of ghost dreams.

Ghost domain coverage.

Soon, in front of Yang Jian, there was a cold dead body divided into two halves, and two lifeless heads.

A head was strange and strange, and it was unknown who it belonged to.

The other head is very familiar, and its appearance is seven or eight points similar to Yang Jian.

Yang Xiaotian didn't die because the head still existed, part of the spirit maintained his consciousness in the world of ghosts and dreams, and at the same time ensured that the head would not rot.

"Ok?"

But at this moment, two figures suddenly appeared in Yang Jian's ghost domain.

At this moment, Wang Shanshan appeared with the ghost boy.

"Sure enough, it's here." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he was already prepared in his heart.

If the ghost boy does not appear within the last ten minutes of safety, then there is no possibility of a comeback, so the last period of time, the ghost boy must show up, because the situation at this moment is different from the previous situation. The ghost boy now has the possibility of winning.