"Why did it take so long to find a little girl?"

An old man in green clothes with white hair and a long beard walked out of the forest. Behind him were two middle-aged men, also dressed similarly to the old man.

The three of them heard the man in gray keep shouting "Ahhhhhhhhhh" and followed his voice to find him.

The man in gray clothes was bleeding from his limbs, and one palm was nailed to the ground with a long sword, making him unable to move.

The peasant girl was holding a purple and gold incense burner, squatting next to the man in gray. At the opening of the incense burner, a dark, huge demonic silkworm exposed half of its body and lay on the neck of the man in gray.

The body of the black silkworm bulged one after another, as if it was absorbing something.

At this time, the man in gray clothes, who was originally in his early thirties, had a withered face, as if he was in his fifties or sixties.

Hearing the old man's call, he struggled to raise his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, Master! Save me!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this insect is clearly sucking the essence of the man in gray!

The three elders of the Huangyan Sect were suddenly startled. They backed away with ferocious faces. After drawing out their swords, they shouted sternly: "Witch, what have you done to my disciple!"

The girl turned around, smiled sweetly, and said, "Don't worry, it will be your turn after you suck him dry."

"Looking for death! Why don't you drive my nephew!"

A middle-aged practitioner from the Huangyan Sect rushed over with his sword in hand.

The old man with white hair and long beard exclaimed: "Don't go there!"

But it's too late.

The girl raised her bright wrist, and her delicate fingers hit the tip of the middle-aged practitioner's long sword.

"This...how is this possible!"

The middle-aged practitioner suddenly stopped moving forward. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move the sword forward an inch!

What surprised him even more was that when his spiritual consciousness probed the girl's body, he only found that the girl was just like an ordinary person, without any aura of a practitioner.

The girl raised her lips, and a purple light shone on her fingertips. She moved forward slightly, and the long sword suddenly roared. Then with a "clang" sound, the long sword made of fine iron in her hand suddenly turned into powder.

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The middle-aged practitioner looked at the girl in front of him in horror, suddenly realized something, and was about to step back.

"Don't leave once you're here."

The girl smiled and said.

The fat black silkworm has been taken off the neck of the man in gray by the girl, and is squirming in the girl's hand.

"go!"

As soon as the middle-aged cultivator turned around and wanted to stay away from the girl, a black thread suddenly shot out from the black silkworm's mouth and wrapped around the middle-aged cultivator's neck with lightning speed.

"ah!"

The middle-aged practitioner grabbed the black thread around his neck with both hands and tried to tear it off, but the harder he struggled, the tighter the black thread became.

"help me!"

Gradually, the middle-aged practitioner was so strangled that his eyes protruded and he could not breathe.

"Run!"

The old man from Huangyan Sect reacted the fastest, and he didn't even think about saving his companions.

The girl in front of them was obviously more than one level above them in strength, and with their weird skills, they were no match for the girl at all. The only option was to escape.

The girl was not in a hurry to chase, but walked leisurely to the middle-aged practitioner whose neck was wrapped in black silk. She whispered softly: "Your nephew's cultivation level is too low and he can't feed my baby. It's up to you."

Come and continue feeding."

She spoke the most chilling words in the gentlest voice.
Chapter completed!