Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Bai Bing walked up the mountain.

But this time was different, he silently used his spiritual power to guide a certain "power" in his body.

Although he has been polluted for a long time and can't see what bugs are, he can still identify the source of power and stimulate them.

In fact, the method is very simple. If the "cleaner" is to clean up the rules, then he can fully release the power of the "cleaner".

But the price is... full infection.

【warn.】

The system began to report a reminder, to suppress and release, the balance created by "the dove occupying the magpie's nest" was destroyed, and he was going to be completely parasitized.

But Bai Bing just ignored it this time. He silently sensed the changes around him. He saw the color loss in front of him, ripples flowing in the air, Taoism rules permeated, and the world seemed to be covered with a complex filter.

The system prompts more and more, and the text turns into blood red, and then he closes it directly.

There is a kind of power sprouting in the body, becoming more and more excited and manic.

Gradually, he lost consciousness.

...

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a dilapidated temple.

Surrounded by three Buddha statues, their bodies are covered with cracks.

Blood oozed from the gap, turning into a red mist.

They didn't speak any more, just pale, cold, hard stone.

"solved?"

He felt a little dazed, and at the same time noticed that something was wrong in his body.

Looking outside, it was all red mist.

His eyes gradually diffused, and as the red mist rolled down into the mountains, he saw small trails, gravel, and withered grass. There was no life on this mountain except himself.

As the red mist filled the entire mountain, he understood this strange feeling, he was the mist, the mist was him, and he was Suzaku Chongyu.

Consciousness came down the mountain and spread among the branches and leaves, and the birds perched on the branches fell to the ground with a bang. These lives were too fragile to bear a glance.

A woodcutter passed by, and when he saw the red mist, he came over suspiciously.

Then he also bowed his head, passed out, and stood silently in the red mist.

Bai Bing's eyes paused on him for a moment, and he felt that he could easily modify the woodcutter's memory and pollute his personality.

He still wanted to continue spreading out, but he felt something abnormal in his body, as if something was wriggling in his body.

So the red mist receded and only covered the whole mountain.

The look in the woodcutter's eyes appeared again, and he continued on his way as if nothing had happened.

When consciousness returned, Bai Bing saw that his body began to crack, and there were red lines wriggling inside.

Densely packed, shuttling through the body, I am like a worm's nest, the dantian, the sea of ​​qi, the internal organs, the four meridians and the eight meridians are all gone. Only a layer of skin is left to belong to me.

And this skin is also rotting, and soon there will be nothing that belongs to him.

"I literally devoured them."

Bai Bing said to himself, he could perceive a familiar yet unfamiliar power, which belonged to these "gods".

According to the way the big fat worm woke up and ate the eyes of the worm corpse, it should have swallowed the "rules".

In other words, I am the rule.

But the big fat worm obviously couldn't digest it, these "rules" didn't belong to him, they were about to come out.

"If you let it go, all previous efforts will be wasted."

Bai Bing frowned. He felt severe pain in his body, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch his body slowly crack and rot.

Some things crawled out, they looked like red blood, insects, or tentacles covered in mucus, spread out from the center of the body, and flowed back towards the three god statues.

"If I go on like this, I die, but it will go back. I died in vain.

There is only one way, I am the rule, then I will kill myself. "

Bai Bing talked to himself, his eyes suddenly brightened.

The next moment, he saw the red blood flowing faster, struggling to climb towards the three statues, and he felt the deep will from "it".

It's called "dread".

Does it fear death?

Coincidentally, I am also afraid.

In the blink of an eye, the squirming blood came to the feet of the statue, climbing up, trying to climb up the statue, and drill into the crack.

The idol was recovering, its eyes were glowing red, and it was about to open.

swish.

The dagger was held in his hand for an instant, Bai Bing looked indifferent, and was about to stab his body with the sword and break it by himself.

Kill the rules, and kill yourself too.

With my death, wake up all living beings!

Going with Patriarch Nanxuan is worthy of his name as a disciple!

But at the moment when the sword pierced his skin, perhaps it was his instinctive desire to survive, or some thoughts that made him stop quickly.

wrong!

Taoist Nanxuan said that rules will not die, only people will die.

If I die, it will drain, break free.

Taoist Nanxuan told me this, but I didn't think about it at the first time, but I instinctively wanted to die to solve it.

It is the power of spiritual pollution!

His mood became serious, and only then did he realize that he had almost forgotten what "pollution" was, and it was very vague.

Such important things that are always with me, but the memory is fading rapidly, just like my appearance, it is difficult to remember clearly without the mirror.

"You can't commit suicide, it's inducing me."

Bai Bing thought about it, and then watched the red blood continue to climb and enter the crack, and the "anxiety" in his heart became more and more serious.

He didn't know whether what he saw was true or not, but he decided to wait, as Lu Xun said, to respond to all changes with the same.

If it really returns to the idol, there is no way, try your best.

After about three breaths, the blood suddenly disappeared.

His body also returned to its original state, with no cracks, only the short sword in his hand, the light of the sword was icy cold.

The surrounding red mist is still thick.

bang.

Bai Bing threw the sword out, and with a thought, the sword suddenly accelerated in the air, passed through the red mist, turned into a sharp light, and shot thousands of miles away.

In the straight line, the domain formed by the red mist gradually closed.

He threw away everything that could kill him.

As long as I don't die, I can always seal them, right?

Do you want to seal yourself in the source crystal as Taoist Nanxuan said?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt that his body was cracked again, and blood trickled out.

The skin is wrinkled, the bones become fragile, and the muscles atrophy. In just a short moment, the body is rotting, pus and blood appear, the body is numb, and the consciousness is blurred.

Then, the quiet storage ring exploded without warning, and the contents inside splashed everywhere like fragments, many of which passed through the body, shooting him through a sieve, leaving blood spots on the ancient temple wall.

He was stunned, and the dead storage ring suddenly started attacking me?

It doesn't hurt at all, it must be an illusion, right?

As he thought about it, he felt his body start to ache again, it was in his thigh.

What bug fix? He looked down, only to find that it was the small tube of Divine Phoenix blood—the thing that was extracted from An Yingqiu's arm and refined.

This is the blood power of the SSS level, and it is also the most powerful healing ability in the world. It can truly live to the death.

It fell out with the splashed objects, blood flowed out, and when it encountered his festered body, it began to repair and regain consciousness, causing pain.

Are the illusions arranged so reasonably?

He pondered for a moment, not sure if it was true or not, so he could only hold the blood of the Divine Phoenix in his hands and let it flow onto his body along the cracks of his fingers.

The golden flame was burning slowly, counteracting the speed of the body's decay.

It worked very hard to repair the punctured holes in the body, and the damaged internal organs grew new flesh, but the body was too seriously injured.

Gradually, his consciousness began to blur at a slow speed, his vitality was draining, and his thinking began to become chaotic.

Intuition, this time seems to be true.

And he realized an important problem: Divine Phoenix's blood essence was not enough.

The golden flame was burning slowly, and slowly extinguished. He lay on the ground, looked at the last golden fire, and closed his eyes.

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