"Oops, there are indeed monsters lurking in this swamp. Ling Tao is in danger." Wang Meng looked at this scene anxiously, worried.

Uncle Qiu quickly shouted to Pang Yu who was not far away: "Pang Yu, why are you still stunned? Hurry and save people."

Pang Yu, who was climbing on the mountain wall, heard Uncle Qiu's voice and suddenly understood. He quickly grabbed a vine and swung it over.

He was floating in mid-air and quickly struck the flesh-red tentacle wrapped around Ling Tao's arm with a curved scimitar like lightning.

The sword flashed, there was a pop, and blood sprayed.

The ugly flesh-red tentacle was hacked in one-third by the scimitar before it encountered a strong resistance and could no longer be hacked in.

"Chichi." The flesh-red tentacles were attacked by the outside world, as if they were electrocuted, they quickly shrank back and disappeared into the swamp without a trace.

"Hurry and hold my hand." Ling Tao escaped from the tentacles and was quickly pulled back by Pang Yu's stretched out arm. The two returned to the mountain wall again.

Ling Tao was surrounded by dangers. Looking at the torn wounds on his arms, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat and was terrified.

At this moment, the swamp has become quiet, as if nothing happened.

Everyone in the Thorn Tiger Team breathed a long sigh of relief when they saw this scene.

It was just so thrilling, if Ling Tao was dragged into the swamp by the monster, he would probably have a narrow escape.

"That won't work. The monsters in the swamp must be the monsters guarding these snail flowers."

"With it here, it will definitely not be easy for us to pick instant flowers."

"We have to find a way." Wang Meng said with a solemn expression.

This is a bottomless swamp. No matter whether ordinary people or demon hunters rush in, once they fall deep into it, they will definitely be trapped in it and drown alive in the swamp.

What's more, there are very scary monsters hidden inside.

The Thorn Tiger Team all saw the danger, so the situation fell into a very embarrassing situation.

Uncle Qiu glanced at the swamp in front of him, and said with a gloomy expression, "It seems that we have to find a way to deal with the monsters in the swamp before we can go pick the snail flowers."

"How to solve it? Uncle Qiu, you have been in the sea for so many years and have rich experience. Do you have any solution when encountering such a difficult matter?" Wang Meng looked at Uncle Qiu and said.

Uncle Qiu crossed his arms, looked around, pondered for a moment, and then said: "There is a way, but it's a bit risky."

"Tell me, what can I do?" Wang Meng's eyes lit up when he heard what Uncle Qiu said.

Li Feng stood aside without saying a word, silently watching how they tried to deal with the monster in the swamp.

At the same time, he secretly lamented in his heart that although demon hunters had a transcendent status in the mortal world, they would face various dangers anytime and anywhere when venturing on major islands in the sea.

This feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife will indeed bring a lot of psychological burden to people.

Becoming an excellent demon hunter is not an easy task.

Uncle Qiu said slowly: "If you want to kill the monster in the swamp, you first need a bait to lure it out of the mud."

"Then we took the opportunity to kill it in a very short time."

"However, the bait must be a living person. Ordinary dead objects will not attract the monster."

When everyone heard this, they were immediately shocked: "A living person is used as bait."

"Well, this monster in the swamp is particularly sensitive to flesh and blood. If it is not a living person, it will definitely not be fooled." Uncle Qiu nodded.

When Wang Meng heard this, his eyes passed over the members of the Thorn Tiger Team, and he hesitated for a moment.

She asked in a low voice: "Uncle Qiu, are you absolutely sure?"

"No, this is just a guess. I don't know much about the monsters in the swamp, so I can only take a chance and try this method." Uncle Qiu said hesitantly.

Long Ze took the lead and said with a bright smile: "This method is good, then let me be the bait."

"Hey, Long Ze, this is no joke."

"Long Ze, you kid must think clearly."

The members of the Thorn Tiger Team couldn't help but be surprised when they saw Long Ze standing up first.

Using your own life as bait to lure monsters in the swamp is no joke.

Once you are entangled by monsters in the swamp and dragged into the mire, it is basically a dead end and it is extremely difficult to escape.

Unexpectedly, Long Ze would act as a bait to lure monsters in the swamp without even thinking about it. Wasn't he afraid of death?

Everyone looked at Long Ze in confusion.

Long Ze said with a bright smile: "I am a person who likes to take risks and is born to be restless. This kind of charge into battle is naturally done by me. None of you should compete with me."

Wang Meng looked solemn and said: "Long Ze, you were injured just now, don't be reckless."

Long Ze moved his recovered arms and said with a bright smile: "Sister Wang, this injury is nothing to worry about. Don't worry, I am not reckless and I am awake. I can't help you here anyway."

"As long as I can kill the monster, I won't hold you back. In fact, I also want to see what the monster in the swamp looks like."

Uncle Qiu grumbled and said, "Then let Pang Yu and Ling Tao come back."

"Ling Tao is injured, so there is no need to take action for the time being. As a marksman, Pang Yu is the best hunter to kill swamp monsters. Qiu Yihan and I are ready to respond at any time."

"Since Long Ze is willing to be a bait, let him go. If he encounters danger, I will risk my life to save him."

Wang Meng pondered for a moment, then nodded helplessly and said: "Okay, that's all."

Afterwards, Pang Yu and Ling Tao retreated to a safe area first. Long Ze kicked off the ground and was ejected. He rushed up the mountain wall like a gecko and jumped several times in a row until he arrived near the central area of ​​the swamp.

He was agile and quickly grabbed a vine, stepped on the mountain wall, and swung it over with all his strength.

Suddenly he drifted to the center of the swamp. He turned over and twisted, and his whole body was hanging upside down on a golden hook above the smelly swamp. A snail flower was within reach.

Gulu! Gulu!

At this moment, the water vapor in the swamp was churning, and a flesh-red tentacle seemed to smell Long Ze's breath. It sprang out of the swamp like lightning, biting towards Long Ze viciously like a python.

Long Ze held the black spear in one hand, gritted his teeth, and stabbed it with all his strength.

The spear pierced the flesh-red tentacle, but unexpectedly, the flesh-red tentacle quickly shrank, passed tightly against the spear, and then quickly twisted and wrapped around the black spear.

Suddenly, the black spear was caught in it, and then it was violently pulled deep into the swamp.

"Let go, you bastard." Long Ze grabbed the vine with one hand and the black spear with the other. He struggled hard, his face turned red, and he looked very strenuous.

At this moment, Pang Yu, who was standing thirty or forty meters away, quickly opened his bow and nocked an arrow, shooting at the flesh-red tentacles wrapped around Long Ze.

With a hiss, the sharp arrow turned into a phantom and shot past instantly, instantly piercing the flesh-red tentacles and causing blood to splash everywhere.

There was a thin rope tied to the end of the sharp arrow. Uncle Qiu, who had been prepared for a long time, jumped into the air, stepped on the rope, quickly rushed over, and suddenly raised a purple war hammer and swung it over.

The purple warhammer cuts through the space, oppressing one side and causing the space to vibrate.

With a pop, blood spurted out, and the heavy hammer hit the flesh-red tentacle hard, instantly smashing its upper part into pieces.

"Chi!" The flesh-red tentacle screamed strangely, as if it had been greatly injured, and the remaining half quickly got into the swamp and disappeared.

Uncle Qiu quickly shouted: "Pick the snail flowers quickly."

Wang Meng, who was standing in the safe area, reacted quickly when he heard the words. Except for Ling Tao, who was injured and stayed behind, the rest of the Thorny Tiger team flew up the nearby mountain wall one by one, grabbed vines one by one, and swung over with all their strength.

Take the opportunity to pick the snail flowers floating on the swamp.

Almost in the blink of an eye, seven or eight snail flowers were picked.

Suddenly, the calm swamp seemed to be boiling, churning violently, as if some terrible monster emerged from the swamp.

Thigh-thick flesh-red tentacles sprang out one after another, like pythons, wrapping around the people of the Thorny Tiger Team in an overwhelming and overwhelming manner.

Wang Meng, Pang Yu, Long Ze, Uncle Qiu, and Qiu Yihan each grabbed a vine and floated over the swamp, searching for and picking snail flowers.

Seeing this sudden scene, everyone's expressions changed.

Qiu Yihan was so frightened that his hair was numb: "Fuck, there are so many."

"Brothers, retreat quickly." Uncle Qiu shouted in horror.

Everyone else reacted, and basically everyone picked two or three snail flowers. They quickly grabbed the vines and swung them away, rushing towards the mountain walls on both sides.

One of the flesh-red tentacles quickly wrapped around Wang Meng's thigh, and a strange force surged out, pulling her wildly toward the swamp.

"Ah!" Wang Meng was so frightened that her face turned pale.

"No, save Sister Wang quickly." Long Ze saw the monster wrapped around Wang Meng with flesh-red tentacles, his face changed drastically, and he looked very anxious.

But everyone else was entangled by the flesh-red tentacles, and they were all in a hurry. At this moment, it was impossible to free their hands to help.

Wang Meng was wrapped around his thigh by a flesh-red tentacle. In the blink of an eye, his skin was torn open by the huge fangs on it. Blood flowed loudly, and his whole face suddenly turned pale with fear.

Whoosh!

At this moment, a black phantom suddenly shot out from a short distance and rushed towards him on the rotten wood of the swamp.

Suddenly, a flesh-red tentacle rushed towards the black phantom that was rushing towards him like lightning.

Li Feng's eyes were cold and he drew his sword like lightning

Brush, an arc-shaped cold light lit up in vain!

Just like cutting tofu with a knife, poof, blood splashed everywhere, and the flesh-red tentacle was split into two pieces in an instant.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome."
To be continued...