Pirate's Swamp Fruit

With the sight and color becoming more powerful than ever before, as if he had entered a strange realm, Wilder also felt that something in his body's ability was about to move, as if it had a chain reaction with today's sight and color.

Wilder knew that it was the sound of his own soul and the black energy absorbed from the previous demonic island into his soul and ability.

It feels kind of wonderful.

It's like controlling the entire small world.

He is the god of this world.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to see the world soon." Wilde smiled devilishly and said to himself.

Wilder walked out of the palace and went straight to the swamp forest on the cliff.

However, Wilder prefers to call it the Beast Forest. There are many powerful creatures living in it, some of which are in the deepest depths and are as high as hundreds of meters in size. Even Wilder does not want to provoke them easily.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most dangerous area in Zeguo.

There is an unpleasant sound in the air of the forest, which is like the smell of carrion, and colorless or colored poisonous gas is floating everywhere, among which the swamp gas is the thickest. Horrible creatures are fighting for life and death every day here. Under the law, there are constantly weak biological remains that breed all bacteria and toxic substances in the air. Over time, this place has become an area covered in poisonous fog.

However, even so, the creatures living here have already evolved the ability to fight against the poisonous fog environment here, and they are not afraid of the poisonous fog such as methane here just like Wilder.

The palace guards are conducting life-and-death training in an area not far away, and they also have to fight and fight with the creatures living here every day.

This is also a way for Wilder to forge them. The five hundred members of the guard who have survived to this day are all strong and elites who are proficient in survival and confrontation in the wild.

Wilder didn't intend to disturb them, so he deliberately took a detour and came to a black dead wood area not far from the big ravine behind the forest.

No one will disturb here, and besides poisonous snakes and poisonous insects, other large animals and birds that do not have the ability to fly will also avoid this place as much as possible, just because this is a swampy land, plus it does not attract them There is a lot of food, here is a dead land and wasteland, there is no prey, but there is a lot of poisonous gas.

Wilder stood in the swamp and slowly closed his eyes. The color of seeing and hearing began to be released from his body, covering the surrounding area of ​​​​ meters in all directions without blind spots.

In the blink of an eye, everything around is in the "eye".

The black, dead wood that splits and overlaps like the devil's fingers, and the swamp plane that looks a little shiny under the reflection of the sunlight that shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Bubbles the size of ping-pong balls popped up from the bottom from time to time, as well as the faint sounds of small animals that were deeply hidden in this quiet area.

Everything is captured clearly.

Wilder could feel the "those guys" inside his body starting to stir, as if they couldn't wait to come out.

The Immortal Territory unfolded silently, and strands of "spirit" fell from the air, fell on the grass, fell on the black dead wood, fell on Wilder's hand, spewed out and merged into the swamp of the swamp.

Next second

Sudden movement

The whole swamp was in turmoil

In fact, Wilder himself doesn't know what the final result of the thing created in the Immortal Domain will be. He just proceeds according to the "restlessness" in his heart, so he doesn't know how things will develop in the end.

Everything will be revealed later.

As the swamp became turbulent, and the frequency and movement of the turbulence became larger and larger, Wilder couldn't help but sweat a little from his forehead, and his heart began to become tense.

"crash"

The swamp, which was not so quiet, suddenly surged up, and the swamp raised up in groups, as if there were beasts hidden underneath that were about to break through the swamp and rush out.

Success or failure depends on this

Wilder didn't dare to relax at all, and his whole body was tense, not only mentally, but also tense up as well.

This is an attempt, and Wilder doesn't know if he will succeed in the end. If he succeeds, it proves that his thoughts in his heart are correct, and the means of fighting the enemy will be greatly improved. If he fails, it proves that he is thinking too much.

His spirit was being consumed rapidly, and Wilder's face was becoming more and more ugly. He felt that the "field" was shaking, and he felt unstable and about to collapse.

No?

Wilder gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, which were covered with bloodshot eyes. The hands hanging on both sides couldn't help clenching into fists. The blood was squeezed back due to the force, causing the joints to turn white and blue.

But Wilder doesn't want to give up yet, because giving up means that he may really be thinking too much, and if he persists, there may be a turning point.

But the pain in his head was getting worse, Wilder couldn't help frowning in pain, his teeth tightened, and his eyes were so swollen that they almost ran out of their sockets.

At this moment, Wilder felt pain in his temples on both sides of his forehead, as if a long nail had been pierced into it.

It feels like my soul has been stabbed, the pain is unbearable

But Wilder's heart suddenly calmed down. He looked at the changes in the swamp, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

At this time, the swamp was churning more and more violently. Seeing that he was about to succeed, Wilder showed a painful and excited expression on his face.

However, the next moment, the expression on Wilder's face froze for a moment, and then completely froze.

The rolling swamp turned calm in an instant, and nothing seemed to have happened. The swamp was the same as when it came, except that the amount of swamp was a little larger.

Quiet

Even the sound of insects around them disappeared. It must have been the movement just now that frightened them away.

Wilde's fist clenched and then relaxed, loosened and clenched again, and finally he could only sigh unwillingly.

There is no problem with the Immortal Territory. What failed was the ability that was intended to be used in combination with the Immortal Territory. I don't know what went wrong. The ability that could have been used alone seemed to have a feeling of collapse.

To be exact, it has collapsed.

"What exactly went wrong?" With this question left, Wilder pondered as he walked towards the palace.

Although Wilder has not moved since the recent changes, his physical and mental energy have been severely exhausted. He plans to go back to rest and think about which part of the process went wrong.

Wilder was not willing to give up just like that, at least the movement in the swamp just now gave him hope of success, and the movement just now proved that this was at least feasible, not his wishful thinking.

Along the way, Wilder was immersed in thinking about what went wrong as if he had lost his soul.

He didn't even bother to avoid the stone in front of him, and kicked it aside casually when he got to the front, he was lost in thought and couldn't recover.

"The soul sees and hears the color and black energy." Wilder feels that the problem should lie in the combination of these three.

If the problem of fit among them cannot be solved, there will be the problem of mutual interference leading to the final collapse.

"Could it be that I haven't completely integrated my soul and body?" Wilder was surprised and couldn't help but think of this.

If this is the case, it can explain the reasons why he often has various problems with his soul.

This is not impossible, after all, whether it is the fusion of two souls or crossing, it is too complicated, and the problems involved cannot be observed in detail.

Wilder decided to try again. After resting in the palace for half a day, he and Aisha Claire and the others ate a few pure lamb legs and a few sand sculpture fish, paired with a bottle of red wine. After recovering, Wilder came to the swamp behind the forest again.

This time Wilder didn't start right away, but sat on the swamp and closed his eyes to meditate.

This is one of his usual ways of exercising life return and knowledge. Wilder feels that in such a state of meditation, his soul should be quieter.

Ten minutes later, Wilder opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and he stood up without any further delay, releasing his sight, hearing, and color, opening the realm of immortality.

In an instant, everything can be seen.

Plants, insects, swamps, air bubbles, and even the trails of the breeze can be seen clearly.

Wilder once again controlled the ability in his body, released the swamp from his body and merged into the swamp.

After a while, the swamp became turbulent.

The frequency and movement are getting faster and faster.

In the end, just like the previous time, the swamp began to undulate in groups, as if a monster was staring at the swamp and was about to break out of the ground.

Wilder felt the difficulty again at this time, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Are you going to fail again?

Wilder quickly stabilized his mind and concentrated, and his body also unconsciously tensed up again, like a block of iron.

But to Wilder's surprise, although he also felt extremely strenuous this time, it was much better than last time when he was about to be overwhelmed by the pressure.

Could it be that

There was a flash of light in Wilder's eyes, and he felt hopeful.

"Grumpy"

The swamp surge became more violent, and Wilder's eyes opened brighter and brighter, which was completely different from the previous bloodshot situation, and Wilder couldn't even feel any pressure at this time.

It's like everything is under control.

Wilder's eyes were a little more shocked, "This is the true state of the Immortal Territory."

"I understand"

Wilder instantly understood the key to this, and finally understood why he failed that time before.

It turns out that there is a problem in the place that I thought was the least problematic.

This is what the Immortal Territory should be like

A state of mind that is completely quiet, everything is transparent, and a feeling that everything is under control is the real immortal territory.

Only in this way can everything within the territory be controlled like a magnetic field, and it will not collapse when stabilized.

The reason why he failed the previous time was because Wilder's heart was not calm, or he didn't let himself go, and he didn't fully integrate his body and mind into this immortal territory, which made Wilder look like an intruding foreigner. Those who try to control everything in the territory are naturally rejected by the territory.

"Hahaha, that's it, that's it." Wilder's body and mind were completely empty at this moment, as if he had merged into this world. Everything was in his feelings, as if he himself was the incarnation of this world, and he felt for himself Know everything about

"Boom" The rolling swamp finally changed completely at this moment

Swamp monsters of different shapes exuding a cold aura, no, they should be called swamp soldiers now.

Because monsters are wild beasts, and soldiers are living beings with mobility and discipline.

Swamp soldiers emerged from the swamp one by one and stood on the swamp. Among them were limbless and shapeless forms that resembled slimes. There were also expressionless ones wearing ancient battle armor, helmets, and holding swords. "zombie" form.

The whole body is even covered with "down". Of course, this down is actually the form of a beast transformed from the swamp.

There is also a tall, angry-eyed giant form.

In addition, there are some strange creatures that are not available in the world. Some of them grin their mouths wide open. They are obviously beasts like tigers and leopards, but they have three sharp tails raised upside down behind them.

A human-sized, toad-like creature that spits out a spider web made of swamp.

Wilder smiled as he watched all this, his shoulders shaking slightly because he was so excited that he couldn't suppress it.

"Let's call you Hundred Ghosts." Wilder smiled excitedly as he looked at these swamp soldier monsters with different shapes, but all of them were associated with ugliness.

Immortal territory hundred ghosts

Immortality is taken literally.

Looking at these monsters, Wilder suddenly moved, his body disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared in front of the toad-like swamp soldier, with a sweep of his legs, his steel-like long legs slammed heavily on the toad swamp, " With a sound, the toad ghost shattered into mud and scattered down under this sweep.

Wilder stood firmly on the swamp and looked towards that place. After a while, something strange happened.

I saw that the swamp that was scattered by Weld began to gather again, and within two breaths, a toad ghost gathered and formed.

This is the meaning of immortality. In this territory, the swamp has been given immortal life by Wilder.

Of course, there is also the terrifying combat power

In addition, in the territory, although Wilder cannot control other things outside the swamp, he can feel everything in the territory through those things.

For example, when a piece of sand falls on a grass branch, Wilder can sense it. Through this sense, a swamp soldier can emerge from that place in a timely manner, which is more efficient than seeing and hearing.

It's like having countless eyes and ears, and the five senses are shared

With a cold smile and burning ambition in his eyes, Wilder returned to the palace and summoned everyone.