Under the introduction of Mr. Yang, Wang Feng and others learned that this village is called Yangjiacun. They have lived here for generations and have never stepped out of the outside world. The farthest they have traveled is the nearby mountains.

On the way, Wang Feng and others also saw other people in this village. They were very ordinary, almost no different from normal people. But for some reason, Wang Feng always felt that this village and the villagers like Mr. Yang had an indescribable atmosphere everywhere.

Weird.

Fairy Luofeng and others could not sense it, and even Sun Wukong could not sense it, but with his source power, he could clearly sense that the vitality of Mr. Yang and the villagers of the so-called Yangjia Village was extremely weak, almost as if

It’s exactly the same state that a normal person would be in after being severely injured and running out of gas!

The most frightening thing is that these villagers have very high cultivation levels. From what Wang Feng and others have seen so far, they are basically above the Hedao realm. But their vitality is so weak, how can they be so lively and vigorous?

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In addition, Wang Feng also sensed that the Yin Qi gathered here was far stronger than outside. The Yin Qi almost condensed into thick fog around the entire village. People have survived for generations under such terrifying Yin Qi.

, even in the Hedao realm, even if he survives, he will be destroyed.

"Mr. Yang, is this...?"

Just as Wang Feng was pondering, a voice of doubt came. Looking in the direction that Fairy Luofeng was pointing, Wang Feng was stunned.

Unknowingly, they had arrived at the center of the village. There was a small open space in the center. On the open space, an ancient altar was piled up?

The entire altar is not big, it is completely dark, and is engraved with many strange inscriptions. At the four corners of the altar, there are four strange stone statues erected, which look like humans but not humans, and look like beasts but not beasts.

"This is the place of worship in my Yangjia Village. Every year, my Yangjia Village will worship the mountain god here."

"Mountain God?"

"Yes, our Yangjia Village can survive here for generations, all relying on the protection of the mountain god."

Listening to Mr. Yang's explanation, Wang Feng and others were all stunned. Just when they were about to ask for more details, Mr. Yang already shook his head and walked forward. From his appearance, he seemed to be keeping secrets from the mountain god.

Wang Feng's eyes flashed, and he was very interested in this mountain god. Could it be that he was also a religious god born after being worshiped by the people of Yangjia Village?

Unknowingly, Wang Feng and his party had followed Mr. Yang to his home. Compared with other villagers, Mr. Yang's home was undoubtedly much larger. As soon as he entered, he saw an old woman sitting on a big stone table.

The dishes were filled with food, and the rich aroma of rice wafted throughout the stone house.

These meals are not ordinary meals, but meals made from Hedao-level heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Xuanyi, who was last, saw this scene, his eyes turned red, and he rushed forward without caring about anything else.

He started eating with big mouthfuls, which made Wang Feng and others look gloomy.

"Slow down, slow down, don't be in a hurry!"

The old woman and Mr. Yang were not surprised at all, and even said with a chuckle.

"Dear guests, please take your seats!"

Mr. Yang glanced at Wang Feng and others and smiled gently.

After sitting down, Wang Feng gathered his strength, focused his eyes, and then looked at the food on the table. With just one glance, he felt chills running down his spine and almost vomited.

With the blessing of Yuanli, he could clearly see that the true form of these meals was not some Hedao-level heavenly material or earthly treasure at all, but densely packed black insects. He looked towards Xuanyi, and his scalp instantly went numb.
Chapter completed!