Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

"I saw the legendary monster just now." A disciple looked at the sky with a dignified expression.

"Where?"

The other disciples also became vigilant. According to the previous trial information, this trial road is not dangerous, but those big monsters are one of them.

The elders said that when you encounter those unclean things, you should not approach them and must avoid them.

After all, we are here to test, not to risk our lives.

Whoever likes to do that kind of thing will do it.

It is said that the people of the Divine Phoenix Clan like to do things the most.

The disciple pointed in one direction, "I saw that they captured some magical beasts, which seemed to be demonic apes, and I picked up a sword."

Bai Bing said, "Let me see."

The disciple then took out the sword.

It was a simple short sword with pictures of beasts engraved on it, but the sword was twisted by some force, and the scabbard was broken into twists, and there were still black fingerprints on it.

Why do I always feel that this sword is a bit familiar.

Bai Bing straightened the sword and barely pulled out the hilt. The blade was clean and shiny. It seemed that the lost person had no chance to make a move.

Which unlucky one was captured by the worm field again?

He looked at it for a moment, and suddenly noticed the small pendant on the hilt, and his eyes shrank suddenly.

On the pendant is a thumb-sized fox mask, very delicate, as if carved from shells.

The world is clear!

He was very familiar with this mask, Tian Diqing used it as a symbol, and often left such marks on the Zerg hosts they hunted and killed, Zhao Hongxue even wore this mask.

Bai Bing stood up suddenly, "How long ago did you see it?"

The disciple said: "Just now, but they ran so fast."

"I'm going there." Bai Bing set off immediately.

Li Minghao frowned, "You have a lot of things to do, do you want to cause trouble for us?"

"I didn't let you go again."

Bai Bing said: "Just wait for me here, I will come back in half an hour."

"No." Li Minghao insisted on refusing.

This is the rule, and the clan warns that if you encounter such a thing, you must leave as soon as possible.

So Bai Bing took out the accounting book.

Li Minghao's expression changed, "I'm just worried about your safety, you can do whatever you want!

Grass, didn't I tell you to do whatever you want? "

Bai Bing opened the accounting book and found his name, but was stunned.

【Li Minghao: Zhenggong】

"You actually have a criminal record? It's still nonsense." Bai Bing asked, "How did you do it?"

Li Minghao sneered, "It's not very simple, I just came out after being locked up for four months, and after five passes, there are only eight left.

Otherwise, you can memorize it twice, there is a discount for the whole package, which is a good deal. "

Ah, Bai Bing was speechless, and couldn't bear it for a while.

"Forget it, you behave well, I will try to help you get rid of it three times." Bai Bing said.

He then left and fled towards the pointed direction, the surrounding fog closed, and soon disappeared.

However, the distributed card has position sensing, as long as it is not too far away, it is no problem to come back.

Ahead is a deserted street, quiet and shrouded in black fog.

The houses on the left and right are neat, but there is no sign of dilapidation. There are many small shops with the doors open, but no one is there. There are even candles inside, emitting a faint light.

It's just that on the street and under the eaves, some vague black figures can always be seen shaking.

You can still hear whispers vaguely, which are very close, but also seem to be far away.

There are street stalls on the street, windmills are spinning slowly, wind chimes are blown, and the crisp sound echoes throughout the street, as if this is not a street, but an empty, closed space.

"Glutton?"

Bai Bing secretly became vigilant, he always felt that the smell was a little familiar, didn't the gluttonous swarms be cleaned up?

Suddenly, he saw someone passing by the corner of the street in the distance, turned into a small alley, and chased after him.

Looking past, there is no alley there, only one wall, painted with white lime, with gray-brown mold growing on the base of the wall, and some tender green moss.

There is a picture on the wall of a black sun, or a hole.

Bai Bing touched the painting, feeling hard and cold to the touch, except for its bright colors, as if it had just been painted, there was nothing special about it.

With a light jump, he came to the other side of the wall. Inside was a warehouse with a lot of wood piled up.

Walking towards the room, there are many coffins, both mahogany and black wood, neatly placed.

But these coffins were all opened, the lids were broken, and there were black fingerprints and paw prints on them, as if they were burnt.

Looking into the coffin, I saw a black coffin nail inserted vertically inside the coffin, deeply embedded in the coffin, there were bloodstains on it, and there was a faint stench inside.

[Bloodline level: S+]

He used the system to test it, and found that it was the blood left by the host of the S-class parasite. This coffin contained the host of the ancient race?

With S+, he only knows the Suzaku clan.

"No." He took a white cloth from the counter, wiped off the blood, and found that the blood level of S+ could still be detected.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that where the coffin was nailed, there were some broken fabrics that were forcibly torn off, soaked in blood and unknown mucus.

"This coffin nail may be holding something, but it escaped." Bai Bing said to himself.

He thought of the nail in his hand again, and felt similar to it, but he used the system to test the bloodline level, and it was three question marks.

Suddenly he noticed that most of the coffin shells were pasted with a piece of paper with red letters on the white paper, which seemed to be a label.

【The Promise Sect Zhang Panshi】

[The identity of the Promise Sect is unknown]

"So it's the Promise Sect again?" He glanced at it, feeling strange.

What's going on with the Promise Sect, it's weird.

Forget about them, he only cares about the world in his heart.

"Those people don't look like they're here."

The feeling of danger is gradually disappearing, and he seems to be lost.

Looking back, the dark mist outside is also slowly dissipating, and it is about to disappear.

"No, the problem is that wall."

Bai Bing quickly left the coffin shop, jumped back, came under the wall, and saw the black sun.

On the empty street, black shadows gradually increased.

The windmill was still spinning leisurely, and the sound of wind chimes colliding was still crisp, but the echo gradually diminished and was about to disappear.

"I dismantled you."

Not understanding what it was, he shot directly and punched the wall, ready to perform a miracle with all his might.

Boom!

There was a dull sound, and that weird hand felt like it hit someone's back?

The black sun gradually squirmed, black flames burned around it, and a dangerous aura came quietly, and he felt that something was staring at him.

Golden Crow?

Is it the Jinwu people looking for food? The person who captured Tiandiqing, didn't even let go of the corpse in the coffin?

With a coaxing sound, the fire of Suzaku was burning around him, slowly but firmly dispelling the black flames, and the black sun in front of him also burned.

It is said that there is an Ascendant of the Golden Crow Clan, whose bloodline is S. He is a relatively young ancient race, and in terms of background, it is actually not as good as the Suzaku Clan.

So he is not afraid of the oppression of the Golden Crow Clan's insect domain, even if he is in danger, he still has a small stone tablet that can call his parents.

The black flame disappeared, and the black sun suddenly squirmed and expanded like a black hole, swallowing the white ice.

...

The street was quiet again.

Gradually, the black mist dissipated, and sunlight came in.

The silhouettes that could be seen on the street became more and more clear.

The whispers are also gradually increasing, turning into noise and shouting.

In just a moment, figures appeared, including pedestrians, carriages, peddlers, and children.

They were walking on the road, talking and laughing.

The windmill was still spinning leisurely, nothing happened.

But in the coffin shop, a shadow gradually became clear in the corner, it was an old man, he was the owner of the coffin shop.

Seeing that the neat coffins were all opened and the sawdust shattered, his face turned pale.

He scrambled to the counter, stretched out his hand tremblingly, took out a communication instrument from a wooden box, and activated it according to the instructions of a practitioner.

"My lord, it's not good."

"Yes, is it the Master of Wujizong? I am the owner of Shixian Coffin Shop."

"Let me tell you, you sent the body to be buried, he, he scammed the body and ran away"

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