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"Big brother, don't go, it's dangerous."

A dirty little hand suddenly tugged at Xuan Huang's hand.

The child was like a bean sprout, with a dusty face and tousled hair.

His clothes were full of holes, and in this late autumn season, the little boy was shivering, whether from the cold or from fear.

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Xuan Huang didn't detect any dark aura in the village children.

"Why?"

Xuan Huang smiled slightly, trying to make his face look as kind as possible.

As for the old man leading him, he didn't seem to notice.

He had a dull look, as if he hadn't noticed that a little boy was following.

"Brother, run away! Don't come to our village! There's a monster that eats people! My father was eaten by the monster!"

Facing Xuan Huang's inquiry, the little boy seemed very frightened.

After saying this to Xuan Huang, he hurriedly ran away.

Watching the little boy run away, Xuan Huang didn't feel like he had scared him away; he had already been smiling kindly.

It must have been some other reason that scared him away, like his question.

"Eaten by a monster?"

Xuan Huang looked at the old man leading the way.

"It should be the dark aura in the head that's causing trouble."

Xuan Huang didn't give up; the layers of fog would be dispelled when he saw the so-called Centipede King.

In the center of the square stood a strangely styled building.

Sensing it, a strong dark aura rushed towards him; this was the source of the village's strangeness.

Many villagers were busily building an altar here.

In the most conspicuous place on the altar, three men and three women were kneeling piously on the ground in a prostrate position.

Their surroundings were also filled with livestock.

Around the altar stood four blood-red wooden stakes, covered with dense, bizarre writing.

Looking closely, these bizarre characters were like worms crawling on the wooden stakes, moving rhythmically.

A faint wave emanated from the four wooden stakes, like a connected formation.

At this moment!

A cold gaze swept over.

A man in a black robe looked at Xuan Huang from between the strange building and the altar.

This man's eyes were very cloudy.

Although he was standing, he looked awkward, not at all like a normal person.

It was hard to describe; it was as if insects were moving inside his body, not a person.

Seeing him, Xuan Huang felt a deep sense of disgust.

"Who is he?"

The old man with the dull gaze suddenly said, "Envoy, this is the blood food I offer to the Great King."

Xuan Huang: … … ??

Despicable local.

You brought me here to use me as blood food? Didn't you say 'blessing'?

"Very good, Jia Village Chief, you will be blessed by the Centipede King."

The black-robed man, called 'Envoy,' said.

He glanced at Xuan Huang: "What rich qi and blood power! There is even a martial artist with such cultivation! Good, good! The Centipede King will be very satisfied."

The two completely ignored Xuan Huang's feelings, commenting on Xuan Huang's body as if it were a piece of meat.

It was like a pig seller and a butcher discussing.

"Are you done?"

Xuan Huang asked.

The black-robed man was immediately enraged upon hearing this: "Boy, do you have a problem? What era do you think this is? It's not the time when martial arts and immortals were high above! We'll just use you as blood food! You can't resist!"

Xuan Huang wasn't even angry.

This Envoy became furious after hearing just one sentence from Xuan Huang.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just been commenting on him as if he were pork.

"Since the Moon God descended…" The black-robed man mechanically bowed to the sky and said, "The era of you vermin martial artists and immortal masters is over."

"Hmph, high and mighty, lawless, haha… pathetic worms…"

The black-robed Envoy had a hateful face, as if venting endless resentment.

Xuan Huang didn't know about the martial artists and immortal masters of this world in the past.

But at this moment, this person's performance was simply hysterical.

It was like a small person suddenly becoming strong, and he instinctively hated the figures who were once high above.

It conformed to the saying: I hate others being high above; why isn't it me?

Once he turned over, he became more hateful than those who were once high above.

"Martial artist, haha… Die for this Envoy!"

"Whoosh!"

The black-robed Envoy suddenly attacked.

A black aura surrounded his hand, carrying intense soul deterrence and corrosiveness.

On his distorted face, he forced out a joyful expression, as if beating Xuan Huang to death would make him incomparably happy.

"Ah!"

In an instant!

The black-robed Envoy, with his joyful expression, was still immersed in his fantasy.

A sharp pain came.

His outstretched palm had already been cut off by a ray of light.

Not only that, but at the severed part, a gray aura, even more evil than his black aura, permeated, actually dissolving his arm.

And it couldn't be dispelled.

"How is this possible? How could a lowly martial artist have this kind of power? Who are you?"

The panicked black-robed Envoy quickly jumped away.

The severed part of his arm was filled with black aura, trying to expel the attached gray aura, but the result was not ideal.

Moreover, no normal human blood flowed from his severed arm.

Instead, it autonomously wriggled like centipede segments.

No wonder Xuan Huang felt a sense of disgust; this black-robed Envoy could no longer be considered human, only having human thoughts.

His body was already a combination of insects; the awkwardness came from this.

"Kill him!"

The black-robed Envoy, with a twisted face, took out a palm-sized copper bell from his chest.

With a shake, the villagers who were building the altar in the square began to roar as they charged towards Xuan Huang.

They had no intelligence at all; they were a group of puppets whose souls had been controlled.

The entire village was like a penned-up livestock.

"Condense!"

His will condensed.

"Rumble!"

The Guixu Grinding Disc, flashing with black and white light, appeared.

"Ah!"

The villagers rushing towards Xuan Huang, with the appearance of the grinding disc's rotation, the black aura in their heads began to stir.

The grinding disc was like a huge source of attraction.

Wherever Xuan Huang's intention went, that was its target.

Xuan Huang was very unwilling to simply kill these controlled villagers.

It was better for the Guixu Grinding Disc to extract the source of their control; whether they lived or died would then depend on their individual fate.

Miserable cries came; some twitched, some had already fallen to the ground, and some stubbornly supported themselves while kneeling.

The black-robed Envoy was already terrified, running haphazardly towards the strange building.

Xuan Huang chased after him.

"Buzz!"

Entering the strange building, it was as if entering a layer of dark secret realm.

Before his eyes was a stone sculpture of a centipede.

This sculpture was several meters long, ferocious and cold, carved very realistically.

It was as if it were real.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound came.

"Haha, all will die, all will die, die!"

Like a madman, the black-robed Envoy had black blood flowing from his chest.

Like heart's blood, as the black blood flowed away, his entire person began to wither.

And the destination of the flow was the blood trough in front of the centipede statue.

"Crack!"

Another sound rang out.

The black stone coating on the surface of the sculpted centipede began to shatter.

A red light emitted from the crack.

"Hmm, a first-order transcendent creature?"

From the emitted red light, Xuan Huang felt a huge threat.

The intensity was definitely at the transcendent level.

This was simply a petrified centipede, and now the black-robed Envoy had awakened it.

"Great King… save…"

In a flash of lightning, the black-robed Envoy in front of the blood trough was swallowed by the centipede, which had revealed half of its head.

"Squeak, squeak!"

Much like sucking juice, the already emaciated black-robed Envoy was directly sucked dry.

Xuan Huang felt very confused by this scene; was he crazy to die like this?

But, if he didn't act now, when would he?

With a leap, Xuan Huang slashed down with the power of his whole body along with the Void Blade.

"Clang!" A sound rang out.

Sparks flew everywhere; this monster's scales were indeed hard.

So far, the Void Blade had been unable to achieve anything.

Only the attached 'Deter Soul Extinction' ability made the centipede, which had not yet broken free from petrification, roar for a while.

Its already chaotic intelligence became even more frenzied.

"Benefactor, run quickly! During the day, monsters awakened have no reason and will attack everything crazily until their souls wither and die."

At this time.

Two young villagers, supporting the old man who had brought Xuan Huang into the village earlier, appeared at the door.

"Benefactor, leave quickly!"

The old man was panting as he was being supported.

The cane in his hand pointed to a house not far away.

The four quickly entered a small courtyard; to the left of the patio, a young man was waiting.

Beside him was the entrance to a cave more than a meter in diameter.

A huge stone was also placed next to it.

The few first let the old man enter, and Xuan Huang finished at the end.

Until Xuan Huang's body was halfway in, he pulled the stone over to block the entrance of the cave and slowly went down.

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