It froze for an instant, frozen in mid-air.

"What a big centipede."

A rough voice full of surprise suddenly sounded above his head.

Along with the sound, a fierce and fierce aura suddenly enveloped the whole body of the Thousand-foot Centipede.

"Fa...what happened?"

It raised its head with difficulty, its eight eyes looked at Chen Sanyu, who was slowly flying down with a ferocious smile on his face, and said blankly, "What...what are you?"

"Oh?" Chen Sanyu's smile did not change, "You dare to call me a human being?"

After saying that, he slapped the centipede spirit cover hard.

boom!!

There was a sudden loud roar of thunder in mid-air, and the air thousands of feet deep exploded into a vacuum.

The long centipede was also slapped with half of its head by Chen Sanyu, and fell to the ground in a daze.

Boom!!

The ground shook violently and trembled again and again.

call out--

Chen Sanyu also descended to the ground at this moment.

In fact, when this centipede, which is roughly the same length as the Bird's Nest Stadium, is stacked on the ground and glanced at, it is indeed quite spectacular.

But to Chen Sanyu, who had seen too many truly spectacular sights, the opponent was still nothing more than a small centipede.

So he walked up to the Thousand-foot Centipede without any hesitation. Without saying a word, he raised two thick fingers and ruthlessly inserted them into the opponent's brain shell that was full of ferocious cracks and ravines, piercing it deeply. In the orangutan-white soft brain.

Start, reading memory.

"Let me see, you are in this spiritually barren land..."

Chen Sanyu murmured, "How did it grow to be so big?"

Buzz——

In an instant, the memory of this thousand-foot centipede was swept away by him.

In its long memory that lasted for hundreds of years, this little centipede, which was just an ordinary millipede at first, also spent a period of ignorance and ignorance.

Until it accidentally climbed to the surface of a black bead near an ancient pool in a deep mountain.

Everything has changed.

That mysterious bead seems to be filled with some kind of divine power, which can turn decay into magic.

As long as you lie on it, the little centipede will be very comfortable.

Although there is no concept of 'comfort' in its barren head.

But driven by instinct, the little centipede still clung to the bead, greedily sucking the comfortable feeling.

Just like this, over time, I don't know how long it took, the small centipede gradually turned into a big centipede.

The mysterious pearl was also held in its mouth, and it would not let go day and night.

So, a long time passed.

This centipede inexplicably developed spiritual intelligence and possessed wisdom.

It has become a spirit.

And the first time Linghui was born, it gave itself a name——

The Thousand-Legged Dragon King.

"A little insect dares to call himself the Dragon King. What a big statement."

Chen Sanyu opened his five fingers and grasped the black green bead embedded on the top of the Thousand-foot Centipede Spirit. With a little force, he took it out with a click.

"Well~ let me take a look and see what's hidden in here."

He scanned the Xuanzhu with his tiger eyes and slowly penetrated his senses into it.

Then, I saw a small...dead dragon.

"This is a..."

Chen Sanyu said in surprise, "A stillborn dragon?"

…

The sun and the moon flow like water.

Soon, it was dusk.

Chen Sanyu, who had studied the Dragon Ball for most of his life, also flew across a hundred miles of wilderness and returned to Black Earth Town.

And under the eyes of thousands of people who were either fearful, curious or suspicious, he walked into the garrison mansion with great swagger.

There, Zhang Xinhuai, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, quickly led a large group of wealthy people in the town with pale faces and quarreling faces, and greeted Chen Sanyu with great enthusiasm.

Although the rich and powerful obviously don't want to come here.

But when faced with the orders of local guard Zhang Xinhuai, their own thoughts were completely unimportant.

If you let it come, you must come.

Because for Zhang Xinhuai, who is responsible for the military, civil affairs, finance, taxation, justice, public security, prison, and prison inspection of Heitu Town, and is also responsible for local etiquette and moral education, he can be called a Bailihou.

A wealthy gentleman is as small as an ant.

So later, even if Chen Sanyu imitates Cao Shaolin and stabs one or two wealthy gentry to death at the wine table, there is a high probability that Zhang Xinhuai can handle it.

Although it will be very difficult to drive.

And when Chen Sanyu was sitting in the guard house, eating and drinking.

More than ten miles away, in the shipyard beside the dock of Heitu Town, strange things were happening.

The sun has gone down, so many boat workers in the factory have gone back to their homes.

There was only an old and dazzled old man, Zhu, half lying and half sitting in a small concierge next to the shipyard gate, squinting and breathing.

The shipyard is full of large items or heavy wood, so under normal circumstances no one will come to steal things.

Therefore, the old man's job is roughly equivalent to a sinecure, and it belongs to the shipyard to give him a living so that he can support himself in his old age.

clang!

The loud sound of gongs suddenly sounded, startling the old man and waking him up.

He hurriedly stretched his head and looked outside the concierge.

I saw what seemed to be a person standing in the shadow under a tree outside the shipyard door, but I couldn't make out his appearance.

"Hey, why is there someone else?"

Old Man Zhu squinted his eyes and howled, "Who is it and what are you here for?"

The figure didn't move after hearing the sound.

It was as if he was deaf and had no reaction at all.

"Are you sick? Why are you banging the gong so late at night?"

The angry old man Zhu yelled over there, ignored him, closed his eyes, leaned back and continued to sleep.

clang!!

The sound of the gong started again and got closer.

"Hey! You bitch!"

Old Man Zhu was woken up again without even saying half of his snoring.

He immediately stuck out his head and yelled:

"You bastard, are you thirsty or hungry? Do you want me to feed you some yellow porridge?!"

After he finished cursing, he rubbed his eyes and tried his best to look at the person.

Huh? Why does that person... look like a consumptive ghost?

The figure who was standing dozens of meters away now appeared seven or eight meters away from the concierge.

As the distance got closer, Old Man Zhu could naturally see more clearly.

Under the cool moonlight, the man was wearing a bloated navy blue shirt and a black melon cap. He was holding a gong in his left hand and a stick in his right hand. He had two eyes like gray glass balls on his swollen, white face with blush.

Son, stared at Old Man Zhu.

"Good guy, this is not a human being!"
Chapter completed!