A large amount of swamp frantically emerged from the swamp arm, rushing away the previous arm encirclement, and more swamps poured out in an instant, directly flowing down the strange flow that was suppressed by the swamp arm below!

In the blink of an eye, a small swamp mound has formed, completely covering the monster's body!

"Freeze!"

A small hill formed in an instant, and the black monster was squeezed into it by the congealed swamp, and its body, as Wilder had guessed, did not have flesh and bones, and was deformed by the squeezing. Mobile

The small mountain bag was completely solidified, and the black monster was also condensed inside, without revealing a single gap.

However, black gases kept coming out of the solidified swamp and dissipating in the air without a trace.

Wilde "saw" the inside of the mountain bag through what he saw, and the monster disappeared.

Without thinking about it, the attacks of the other twenty or so monsters swarmed in, and the low, hoarse roar as if from hell lingered in Wild's ears.

In the blink of an eye, two monsters poked out two huge black claw arms from their irregular bodies and grabbed them at Wild!

In the same way, Wild's two arms erupted into a large swamp and erupted, forming two huge long swamp streams, colliding with the black claw arms in the air.

The slight collision sound also became particularly conspicuous at this time, and the swamp silently climbed up to the two black claw arms in the collision, instantly enveloping and covering.

"Freeze!"

The clicking sound is made by the solidification process of the swamp, the process of solidification, and these swamps are constantly squeezing, causing strong pressure and cohesion.

After solidification, the swamp became as hard as a rock.

Wild's body fell, stepped on the ground, and one kick flew into the air again, using the moon step to dodge the attacks of several other black claw arms, and his body had already come to the two black monsters that were frozen in the claw arms.

"Huh!"

Two rays of white light flashed at the waist, and the black monster's body was broken in half, and the upper part was thrown high under the impetus of residual force and inertia!

Although Wilde has never used Arashi's feet, it doesn't mean that he won't, with the mastery of Yuebu and shaving, he naturally learned Arashi's feet, but compared to Claire, his arashi's feet are at most beginner's level.

The two white edges were the Wilder's feet.

The two huge black monsters were divided into four petals and fell to the ground with a bang, but soon, from the cut section, a trace of black gas came out, and the two halves of the monster's body began to squirm, and in the blink of an eye, they converged together, and reconstituted a intact body, which was unharmed from before, not even a scar.

"Immortal?"

Wild's brow furrowed, his eyes flashing in thought.

The body leaped again, dodging the dozens of huge black hands that roared at him, interspersed through the gaps, and stood still on a huge tree trunk, his eyes on the monsters.

"Onuma Ten!"

A majestic swamp poured out of the body, and the terrifying bog rose high, forming a viscous and heavy wave that pressed down on those monsters!

The swamp waves poured out sticky bubbles, washing away the monsters in an instant, and submerging them all in the process.

The black trolls struggled under the heavy swamp, but to no avail.

Others may find it difficult to get around these monsters, but under the swamp of Wild, everything can only be swallowed up! Even if you are not afraid of harm! What about not dying? Just send them all to the funeral!

For this reason, Wild did not hesitate to use a move that consumed a lot of physical strength after a simple temptation, because it was the easiest way to deal with these monsters with such a move.

But accidents always come and go, and although the swamp drowned the monsters, black smoke rose from the swamp, and like the previous one, all the monsters disappeared without a trace.

Wilde looked at this scene and frowned in thought, he had a feeling that whether it was these monsters before or now, their dissipation was not death... It's more like..."escape".

Those black smoke... I don't know why, from the moment those monsters appeared, Wild's heart had a throbbing.

A throbbing from the depths of the soul, an inexplicable tug, I don't know if it's because of those monsters... Or those black smokes, or both?

It's not just the soul that's about to move, it's the swamp, and the ability release is a product of the soul, it connects the soul and the swamp ability, what's the connection between all this?

"Soul..."

There was a thoughtful whisper, and calm returned to the jungle.

When Wild arrived at the shore, Ah Xin and the dozens of crew members were gone, and only the Black Snake stood quietly on the shore, being cleaned by the waves.

The cracks in the bottom of the ship had been filled, the shore was silent, and the reflection of the silver moon twisted into a ball in the waves, and then shattered into countless pieces.

Just like Wild's face at this time, it was cloudy and uncertain.

Ah Xin will not disappear for no reason, let alone let those crew members disappear at the same time, no matter what, they must have suffered something.

Are those monsters? Still is...

After a moment of contemplation, Wild stepped off the Black Snake and headed straight for the jungle.

Quietly returning to his room at the Little Tavern, Wilde gathered the others together.

"Ah Xin is gone."

Ignoring the changing faces of the people, Wilde then asked if everyone had found anything unusual just now, and after getting the answer of no, he walked directly downstairs, and the others were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

Barrett was still wiping his glass in the bar, and he seemed to have a glass that he could never finish.

Wilde glanced at the tavern as he walked down the wooden staircase, and it was still empty.

He didn't speak, but walked straight to the bar.

"Mr. Wild... And everyone? Seeing everyone, Barrett was stunned for a moment: "Don't you sleep so late?" ”

"Mr. Barrett isn't the same yet, haha." Wilder smiled perfunctorily twice with a smile that couldn't have been faker.

"Ahh Because I want to make money. Barrett smiled slightly, his eyes narrowing more like crescent moons.

"But I don't think there are any people in Mr. Barrett's tavern, and the town too, so I don't know what Mr. Barrett is trying to make so much money for."

"Well... You always have to make money, otherwise you won't be able to live. There was a little sweat on Barrett's forehead, very little, so little that Wilder couldn't see it unless he was careful.

"Mr. Barrett is hot?"

"It's a little."

Wilde nodded, lit a cigar, and smoke filled the bar in the blink of an eye.

"What kind of guests are you entertaining?"

"What?" Barrett looked up and met Wild's emotionless eyes.

"I said... Is this room full of monsters also a guest of Mr. Barrett? ”