Hiss!

The blood-colored ghost talisman slowly seeped into the ghost handprint.

Traces of intricate and evil lines began to appear on the ghost's handprints.

Familiar hallucinations begin to rise in consciousness.

Crazy dancing figures and insect-twisted words began to emerge.

It was as if these figures were performing some evil ritual and sacrificing something.

The distorted words gradually turned into swimming blood-colored lights and shadows in the kneeling of these figures, constantly converging and transforming, and gradually turning into a text human form.

The humanoid body of the text was all made up of twisted blood-colored runes, and there was a blasphemous aura rippling around it.

I can't help but have an inexplicable worship of Him.

When Wu Jian's consciousness came into contact with this character human form.

At the same time, the human figure seemed to feel his presence.

He turned a facial feature composed of three twisted words and "looked" at Wu Jian.

The next moment.

This text humanoid was directly crushed into powder by a terrifying force that appeared out of thin air.

Blended into Wu Jian's consciousness.

Shhhhh

His

eyes widened suddenly, and a nosebleed came out of Wu Jian's nostrils.

His brain ached like a pinprick in a pin.

Three handprints appeared in his memory.

"Forbidden!".

"Town!".

"Cut!".

The three handprints are extremely sinister, corresponding to three blood-colored distorted words at the same time.

Wu Jian felt the three words that appeared with the handprints in his mind, and instantly understood the meaning of these three words.

These three words are the power represented by those ghost drawings in the corridor just now.

It's just that those ghost drawings that are sketched with human blood mixed with strange power can only exert the effects of "forbidden" and "town" in the three distorted words.

The strongest "cut" left must need real weirdness to pinch the handprints in order to unleash the power to distort the text.

"Whew!".

The confused eyes regained their clarity.

Wu Jian lowered his palm, absorbed the handprint of the ghost drawing talisman and turned into a blood mist and dissipated without a trace.

[Buzz!].

[Your handprint absorbs the power of the ghost drawing talisman and obtains three trick seals.] 】

[Trick Seal is a unique weird technique, which can be released through multiple weird combinations to exert a stronger effect. 】

"Trick marks?".

Limbs, instruments, techniques.

As the weirdness of contact became more and more, Wu Jian found that these weirdness were incomplete.

And piecing together these incomplete weirdness can develop even greater horror.

"It's like playing a puzzle. "

Open your hand, and the blood stains your palm.

In this blood-colored palm, the strange palm pattern forms a twisted text that makes the scalp tingle.

Town.

Now, as

long as he pinched the seal that represented the seal, he could once again brand this corridor with a strange ghost drawing that could suppress this warehouse.

Seal down these restless weirdness again.

But is he really going to do it?

Wu Jian felt the strangeness of these ghosts falling into silence in the ghost of time, and fell into deep thought.

Weirdness is both a disaster and a power.

For the average trickster, every time you control a weirdness, it means rolling on the edge of life and death.

Fortunately, it can balance the horror and prolong life.

If you don't play well, you will die on the spot, and you won't even have a chance to collect the body, and you will directly become a weird shell.

But this concern does not exist in him.

The weirdness of mastering is a test for him to make himself stronger.

Harnessing the weird can make him miserable, but it can't make him die.

All these weirdness will eventually become his strength.

So, what reason does he have not to harness these terrifying existences?

"These strange combinations should have something to do with me, and I used my body to imprison these horrible things, and they should thank me. "

Thinking of this, Wu Jian suddenly had a clear thought.

He scattered the ghost handprints and walked towards the old iron gate.

Cold and heavy.

This iron door is also a spooky one.

As for what the rules for killing people are, Wu Jian doesn't know.

He didn't want to know either.

He wasn't going to take it away.

It's too much trouble.

He can't carry such a big iron gate around every day.

He raised his hand and grasped the handle of the iron door.

A dark and obscure force wanted to flow down his palm into his body.

Wanting to suppress his body and turn him into a corpse.

"Town. "

Feeling this power, Wu Jian's palm suddenly turned blood red.

The ghost's handmade movement blocked out the breath.

At the same time, his other free hand made a strange handprint and slapped it on the door.

Whew!

It's like red-hot skin.

A puff of green smoke came out of the iron door that was pressed by Wu Jian's palm.

A blood-colored handprint with distorted text was deeply imprinted on it.

With the branding of the handprint.

The iron gate fell silent in an instant.

"It's really easy to use. "

With a

slightly cold palm, Wu Jian felt that his ghost handprints seemed to be overconsumed at this moment, and entered a state of malaise.

If he wants to use the Trick Seal again, he must give the Ghost Handprint a good rest.

"Really pull ......".

Finding that the ghost handprint was pulling his crotch like this, Wu Jian frowned.

"Sure enough, it's just a handprint, is the supernatural power contained in itself too weak?"

He couldn't help but think of the big hands that appeared in his consciousness as he harnessed the ghost mudra.

If it's those hands.

I think you can use the power of the Trick Seal without cooldown.

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