The crying became louder and louder, giving me a splitting headache.
"What the hell is this?"
The drama addict lies on the iron plate, like a squid about to be served.
They were chatting one second, but were about to respond to the attack the next.
It happened so suddenly that he didn't have any time to react.
Xi Chi's main enemy is a hybrid of the same kind, and he has rarely experienced any Kaitan attacks.
This feeling of not being able to find an enemy at all makes the drama addict quite disgusted.
Gudu…Gudu…
The stone beside him sank into the swamp and quickly disappeared.
Xi Chi swallowed his saliva and turned to look at Wang Jin.
The young man did not show any panic, as if dealing with emergencies had become a part of his life.
Click, click.
Wang Jin had no expression on his face and quickly reloaded the shotgun.
Almost as soon as the handprint entered the shooting range, he emptied the magazine towards that area.
The advantage of the shotgun is fully demonstrated at this time.
The steel torrent covered a small area in an instant, so there was no need to worry about the hit rate.
Wang Jin saw it clearly.
The steel ball not only hit directly above the handprint, but also hit the fingerprint.
It happened to have no effect.
"Drama crazy."
Wang Jin waved his hand, indicating to the drama fans to hurry up and get to work.
"Ah, here we come."
The play idiot quickly calmed down and stretched out his hand to find the traveling golden flag.
Whoosh!
Golden light flashed.
The order flag cut several trees close to their roots and flew into the hands of the opera idiot like a boomerang.
He cut an entire plane close to the ground, but found nothing.
"Nothing? It shouldn't be..."
Xi Chi frowned, his tone a bit hesitant.
As the hand prints progressed, the pitch-black swamp beneath my feet slowly expanded.
So the handprints fell on the swamp, causing faint ripples.
No matter how you look at it, there should be something crawling on it.
"call…"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
The palm prints have not caused any substantial harm to them so far.
The only real fatal thing is the sudden appearance of the dark swamp.
Stones, leaves, trees.
Whenever the ground changes, everything on it will be swallowed up.
The tree, which was more than ten meters high, sank rapidly without leaving even a bubble.
Snap, snap.
The palm prints are getting closer and closer.
No one knows what will happen when the palm print comes close.
But Xiao Hei's fate is ahead of him, and no one dares to make fun of his own life.
Snap, snap.
The palm print fell on the swamp and disappeared in an instant.
The swamp slowly expanded.
"I'll go over and take a look."
Song He gritted his teeth and the dragon aura began to emerge from his body.
Although he had never experienced such sudden and strange incidents, he adapted quickly.
Xi Ji lay on the iron piece, while Wang Jin tried to make Xiao Hei expand the area as much as possible.
They can temporarily ensure safety through this method, but there is no way to go over and check the specific situation.
The only one who can move freely in the swamp is Song He himself.
So he stretched out his hand and threw two branches, preparing to use them as a springboard to jump to the front.
"No need."
Wang Jin waved his hand, signaling Song He to stay where he was.
"I'll go over there."
The words are concise and concise, leaving no room for doubt.
The shadow under his feet flashed past, and Wang Jin disappeared.
When he appeared again, he was in front of the palm print.
As if he had been prepared, Wang Jin called out the paradise flag.
I lowered my head and looked at my feet, and all I could see was darkness.
The palm prints were getting closer and closer, almost touching Wang Jin's toes.
A cold feeling comes, making people's scalp numb.
Wang Jin didn't have the slightest fear, but held his breath and continued to look down.
——
"I know the baby-headed corpse god...but what is this?"
The little fox wiped away the non-existent sweat.
Flying is a huge advantage for her.
Especially when faced with this situation.
Unfortunately, not everyone can fly.
In order not to distract himself, Hu Xiaobei could only choose a simple and crude method.
Whoosh!
Su Xi suddenly jumped into the air with Xiao Hua in her arms, then fell straight down and was caught firmly.
This action was repeated again and again, as if he were jumping off a building without any protective measures.
Although both of them looked pale, they were not seriously injured.
Use the air current to blow people into the sky.
This is Hu Ling's method of controlling wind, and it is quite suitable to use here.
Without worries, Hu Xiaobei can concentrate on solving problems.
"Let me look at this handprint..."
The little fox turned its tail and slowly approached, until it was directly above the handprint.
It's not like she didn't attack.
Empty the magazine when meeting is one of the virtues she learned from Wang Jin.
Hu Xiaobei used the wind blade to hit the handprints from all directions.
If there really is something there, there is only one ending.
Chopped finely to make jelly.
But the palm print is still moving forward without any impact.
"Ah ha?"
Hu Xiaobei frowned.
The swamp was pitch black, with no reflection at all.
It was as if the light had been sucked in.
While Hu Xiaobei was observing carefully, the swamp suddenly fluctuated.
There seems to be something running through it.
——
"call…"
Wang Jin took a breath and pulled the flag back hard.
This is one of his conjectures.
There's nothing up there, maybe it's down there.
It was as if the ground was the axis of symmetry, and something was slowly crawling beneath the swamp.
Leave countless handprints.
But the spear just hit the hole.
Wang Jin couldn't be sure whether he missed the hit or guessed wrong.
Whoosh!
The sound of wind passed by my ears, and the branches were steadily submerged into the water.
Song He waved his hand and gave a thumbs up.
Stitching fish is easier for him than eating and drinking.
"Wow!!!"
The moment the branch fell into the water, the child cried louder and louder.
"Ha, what a blessing."
Wang Jin grinned.
He knew that he had guessed correctly.
——
"Bah! Bah!"
The little fox shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of the black liquid splashing on his body.
As soon as she got closer to take a closer look, the swamp suddenly splashed with water.
It's like someone threw something inside.
This made Hu Xiaobei a little annoyed, but he could only give up.
"Wow!!"
The shrill cry sounded, and Hu Xiaobei raised his eyebrows.
Obviously, Wang Jin's testing has paid off.
As long as you aim to hit underwater, the problem can be solved perfectly.
"This will be easier to handle."
The little fox slowly rose up and flicked its tail.
Hundreds of wind blades poured down.
It's like throwing a few pebbles into the water.
She didn't even need to locate it accurately, she just needed to listen where the scream came from.
——
"Damn it!! A knife is coming from the sky!"
The play idiot pulled the golden flag around himself, leaving only half of his head exposed.
Song He's body was instantly covered with scales to defend himself from attacks falling from the sky.
Wang Jin sighed, and the Paradise Heavy Armor slowly emerged.
Of course he knew whose masterpiece these wind blades were.
But Wang Jin had no intention of stopping it.
It doesn't hurt or itch when hit on the body, but when it falls into a swamp, you can occasionally hear a whine.
The location of the fingerprint owner was ruthlessly detected.
Wang Jin only needs to work with Song He to make up for the damage, and he can easily solve the problem.
Very efficient.
"The tuners all act alone...it seems reasonable."
Wang Jin murmured softly and nodded slowly.
"You said it's called the Baby-Headed-Belly-Corpse God?"
Song He even had some free time to chat with Wang Jin.
"Um."
Wang Jin ignored Old Pete's wailing and stuck the flag into the swamp.
"God...then you have to know something."
Song He threw the branch casually and said.
"The Dragon King can make it rain, the Thunder God and the Lightning Girl can make thunder and lightning, and Yue Lao is in charge of marriage."
"What kind of god is this? What does it care about?"
Song He asked.
"Are you talking about authority?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
Leave behind those existences above the starry sky.
These messy things like the Baby Head, Belly and Corpse God, although they have gods in their names, are just weird stories.
For example, Wutong Shen is a giant monkey.
Another example is the Baby-Head-Belly Corpse God, which is a low-level product that doesn’t even have ghost stories.
What these guys can do can be described as authority.
But Wang Jin prefers to call it "ability".
The ability of the baby-headed-belly corpse god...
"Actually, I have a little guess."
Wang Jin touched his chin.
He had fought with this guy as early as in the underground river.
Although there was no real fight, Wang Jin did not gain anything.
"What is it?"
Song He looked over with interest, and the playboy quietly raised his head.
"climb."
Wang Jin spoke seriously.
"What the hell?"
The drama idiot almost jumped up, but was hit back by the wind blade.
"Well, one of its abilities should be related to climbing."
Wang Jin didn't mean to be joking at all, but continued to nod.
"Are you climbing the gods..."
Song He sniffed.
"Those people in Nanyang just pull their hips, how can they still have this thing?"
"ha."
Wang Jin was amused by the name Climbing God.
"No wonder they don't have a well-established organization over there. With that kind of imagination... you can't come up with any dangerous weird stories, right?"
Xi Chi smacked his teeth and nodded seriously.
While chatting, they were not idle either.
Even the drama geeks got to work.
It's just that he couldn't bear to walk the golden flag, so he could only condense the iron pieces and smash them down.
Although it is not very efficient, it is indeed effective.
There are fewer and fewer things under the swamp, and the swamp is gradually shrinking.
——
"ah?"
Wei Shanhe's eyes widened when he heard the message coming from the black shadow in front of him.
"How long did it take Wang Jin to do it?"
"Thirty seconds? Are you fucking sure?"
After asking again and again, Wei Shanhe sat down with a depressed look on his face, picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.
"Creepers", this is the name of those dark shadows.
The swamp that appeared along with it was called "Pitch Black".
Wang Jin was amused by the name Climbing God.
"No wonder they don't have a well-established organization over there. With that kind of imagination... you can't come up with any dangerous weird stories, right?"
Xi Chi smacked his teeth and nodded seriously.
While chatting, they were not idle either.
Even the drama geeks got to work.
It's just that he couldn't bear to walk the golden flag, so he could only condense the iron pieces and smash them down.
Although it is not very efficient, it is indeed effective.
There are fewer and fewer things under the swamp, and the swamp is gradually shrinking.
——
"ah?"
Wei Shanhe's eyes widened when he heard the message coming from the black shadow in front of him.