Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Ye Wuchen woke up in the dark.

He felt pain all over his body, as if he had been beaten with a whip, and he was in a trance, and it took a long time to wake up.

"Young man, are you awake?" There was a voice, like an old man speaking.

His pupils gradually dilated, he adapted to the darkness, and found that it was a dungeon, with a lot of dry grass and gravel on the ground, and a bumpy mud roof on top of his head.

I was kidnapped.

There was a sadness in his heart, I, Yemou, the arrogant of the Golden Crow Clan, fell into the hands of bandits, life and death are trivial matters, but if this gets out, what face will Yemou have?

Just thinking about the eyes of his fellow disciples, he felt that his toes could dig out another dungeon.

"Young man, why don't you turn around? Do you think you are ugly?

Don't worry, I've met a lot of people, and you're very courageous, no matter how ugly you are, you won't scare me to death. " said the old man behind.

"Nonsense."

Ye Wuchen turned around suddenly, who was ugly?

Fortunately, this old man looks normal, with thinning hair and a lot of wrinkles on his face. He is very old.

"Hey, it's not ugly. Did they arrest the wrong person?" The old man said unexpectedly.

Ye Wuchen was silent for a while.

"Is this the Qing clan?"

"How do you know?"

Ye Wuchen said coldly: "You guys are heretics, if you know who I am, you will regret it."

The old man smacked his lips, "Don't mess with me, I'll sweep the floor away, and now I see someone thrown in again, and he's actually a sane person.

I just want to ask you, what happened? "

Sweeping?

Ye Wuchen thought in his heart, according to the ancient book, he might be a master of Taoism, so his heart moved, his voice softened, and he cupped his hands and said:

"I was captured by the leader of the Qing Clan. He put a voodoo on me. I wonder if seniors have a solution?"

He secretly felt it, and found that his body had been planted with a strange Gu. It hibernated in his body, lurking quite deeply, implicating the internal organs, seven meridians and eight meridians, almost eroding his Dao foundation.

It felt terrible.

"I know a hammer."

The old man said, "Don't mention that beast to me. If you don't follow the ancestor's precept, you'll go against him and release all those things.

I have kept it for several lifetimes, but I want to take it out, to harm my own family, and then harm the outside world.

We, the Qing people, have to ask him sooner or later. "

"What do you mean?" Ye Wuchen was puzzled.

"Why don't you know anything, just like asking for a letter."

The old man despised, "The people who came here must be against him, you just said you were his friend, and then you said you were beaten up by him, so why ask?

Young man, you must be awakened. Seeing the worms on his body, he is afraid of problems and won't let you out.

Anyone who opposed him was locked up here. He was too busy to take care of him these days, and he might die at some point. "

wake up?

Evil cultivator?

Ye Wuchen sneered: "Another one who wants to brainwash me.

I, Yemou, can't follow your way.

Will such a demon write, you must be a tribe of evil cultivators. "

Then, he seriously corrected: "It's not that he beat me up, but was plotted against."

In normal fighting, he is not weaker than others.

"What a request."

The old man didn't argue with him, picked up the broom, and took out the kettle, "See, you've been locked up for a few days, do you drink water?"

With his hands behind his back, Ye Wuchen said indifferently: "If you don't let anyone go, we're not finished."

"If you don't drink, ask."

The old man took the broom and turned to leave, "If you want to stay, just stay, I will come back in three days."

"Wait, I'll drink."

Ye Wuchen found that his mouth was really dry, his strength was sealed, and his body couldn't hold on.

After moistening his throat, he regained some energy, looked at the iron gate, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he lost his cultivation, his perception was still there. He found that there was no one around him. Such an old man couldn't stop him.

He looked at the old man's neck.

"Xinqiu, go out if you want to go out, if the wooden man stops you, I'll be a sweeper." The old man cursed with a broom.

The work of sweeping the floor of this dungeon is light and there are few things, and it is good to be anywhere, that is old man Fei.

Ye Wuchen's heart trembled, this senior was so keenly aware, he thought about it, and decided not to act rashly for the time being.

"You mean, I can go out?" He confirmed again.

"The dungeon is huge, and many people are locked in different rooms. You can go and have a look. Don't be like a letter ball and always think that I want to harm you." The old man said.

"Senior, what exactly do you do?" Ye Wuchen asked, one sentence at a time, making his head dizzy.

The old man held the broom, looked back at him inexplicably, and said nothing.

"..."

Ye Wuchen didn't speak, and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Through the passage, through the narrow corridor, there are many oil lamps in the corridor, emitting a pungent smell.

Occasionally there is a skylight, and sunlight pours in, but there are people guarding it. It turns out that the guards are here.

After walking for a while, he came to another room. He saw more than a dozen people. They were locked here like prisoners, and some of them were even chained.

Judging by their clothes, they are also indigenous.

Still killing each other? Ye Wuchen thought to himself.

"Yo, I heard that an awakened outsider came over, is it you?" A middle-aged man said.

"What awakening?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"You just found out that you are actually a slave to a parasite?" the man said without making any detours.

Ye Wuchen asked, "The Gu worms in my body were planted by you?"

He could clearly feel that there was a foreign object in his body, and he felt a sense of creeping from time to time.

"You have raised parasites yourself for so many years, and you still ask others? You are not afraid that the worms in your body will be sad."

"Nonsense." Ye Wuchen retorted.

What kind of evil remarks.

He dismissed it, having undergone professional training, no matter what kind of evil words, they couldn't convince him.

Everyone ignored him.

Ye Wuchen thought for a while, and took out the storage ring in his hand, he found that his magic weapon, precious medicine and fruit were not lost, but the communication magic weapon and so on were all gone.

It seems that they dare not touch my things easily.

Taking out those precious medicines and different fruits, they turned out to be all indescribable, wriggling insect eggs.

why?

Looking at the eggs, he paused for a while.

Then he began to cross his legs, trying to use his mind to break the seal.

So the group of "strange bugs" in his body began to squirm rhythmically, and the familiar sense of spiritual power flowed from the seven meridians and eight channels, and he suddenly had goose bumps all over his body.

He opened his eyes, stopped practicing, thought for a while, and went to find the bronze mirror in the corner.

In the dim light, he stared at his face for a while.

"vomit."

He suddenly began to retch violently, curled up in a corner with his stomach in his arms, and muttered to himself.

"How is it possible, how is it possible?"

"I have cultivated for so many years, what am I cultivating?"

...

In the dungeon, there is one more frustrated person.

He probably understood what the situation was.

The people here are all those who oppose the "leader of the Qing clan" and are forcibly detained here. In a sense, they are the same kind of people.

A short time later, the cell door opened again, and then there was a rattle of chains, and the cell door was locked again.

The others looked over and wondered who offended the leader, that bastard, and was brought in.

Here came a child with a tail.

"Uncle." The child waved his hand in greeting, with a smile on his face.

"Miao Miao?"

There was a voice of surprise, and a middle-aged man was both happy and worried: "Didn't you escape to send a message to the evil cultivators of the Central Plains? Why were you arrested?"

"Forget it, it's fine to come back, it's fine to come back. Hey."

During the exchange of pleasantries, only Ye Wuchen was stunned.

"Aren't you the person next to the fortune teller?"

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