Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Bai Bing left the dungeon and continued wandering around the Qing Clan. He wanted to find out what secrets the Qing Clan was hiding.

He found out that there are no particularly powerful masters here, and it is unimaginable that such a tribe can make Elder Shenji become an Ascendant.

However, he still kept a low profile, the red mist shrouded his body for ten feet, and he seemed invisible.

Finally, after two hours, he came to a clearing in the jungle, which was far away from the tribe, so it was hard to find.

A huge obelisk stands on the open space, square and regular, and the whole body is black, like obsidian.

The sun is projected up, colorful.

But what really attracted him was the text on it.

It was the familiar "Fallen Immortal Language" again.

[Four years of catastrophe, parasites confirmed]

[Seventeen years after the catastrophe, it was discovered that the Zerg had acquired evolutionary characteristics]

[Twenty-two years of catastrophe, preliminary determination of evolutionary path, and classification of levels]

[Twenty-three years of catastrophe, catastrophe, many dead]

...

[Correct the first year of the calendar, update the classification and naming of parasite groups]

[Correcting the calendar for sixteen years, establishing an organization of supernatural beings, aiming to restore civilization and clean up the Zerg]

[Corrected for 90 years, mastered the Zerg seal technique, completed the S-level Zerg cleanup for the first time, found a way to deal with the catastrophe of the civilization era, but the Zerg evolution has gone further]

[Correct calendar one hundred and ninety-six years, successfully seal SSS level Zerg]

[Corrected in the 197th year of the calendar, there was an abnormal variant. After testing, the variant may have already appeared, and we have entered a misunderstanding]

【Correct calendar one hundred and ninety-eight years, we have some disputes】

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On the stele, there is a long timeline.

It records some things that happened in the past, but there are many blanks and traces of modification.

"Is this what happened in the last era?" Bai Bing thought.

Suddenly, the sound of sweeping the floor came from the side.

Bai Bing saw that it was an old man who was sweeping fallen leaves with a broom.

Turning his attention away from the stele, Bai Bing noticed that no one had been to this place for a long time. There was an incense burner in front of the stele, but most of the incense ash and even the sand inside had been washed away by the rain.

Only the ground of the square was cleaned.

But Bai Bing was in the red mist, so the old man didn't see him.

Bai Bing pondered for a moment, and a wisp of red mist rushed into the old man's mind.

The old man noticed it, and when he looked up, he was a man, shirtless, with animal tooth carvings hanging around his neck.

"Old man, where is this?" the man asked, "I came here to take a pee, and I got here, and I couldn't find my way."

The old man looked up, then lowered his head and continued to sweep the floor.

"Who are you fooling with this?"

The man scratched his head, "I'm new here, I really don't know."

"newcomer?"

Then the old man raised his head, pointed to the stone tablet and asked, "I think there is something wrong with you, please read me a sentence from your ancestors."

Is this someone who doesn't believe that I'm from the Qing clan? This old man is quite clever.

Find a sentence and finish reciting it.

"You are not from my Qing clan, are you from outside? What are you doing here?" the old man asked.

"Did I read it right?"

The man is of course Bai Bing, he used some tricks, he was a little shocked, he didn't expect this old man to be so hard to fool, he can see through it all.

Could it be that the pronunciation of the language of fallen immortals in later generations is different from that of the past?

"That's right." The old man said, "But if you are from our Qing clan, you must not know these characters."

Bai Bing: "..."

If you don't kill people, forget it.

"If you want to watch yourself, I won't stop you. I'm just an old man sweeping the floor." The old man said.

Bai Bing was shocked, maybe it was the sweeping monk? Can see through my thoughts.

But when he looked left and right, there was nothing special about this person, he wasn't even parasitized, he was nothing special.

"Any other outsiders have been here?" Bai Bing asked.

"You're pretty smart." The old man said, "Young people nowadays are unreasonable, and if they come, they will kill an old man who sweeps the floor. You can watch it if you want, and don't care about our business. No one has dared to come these years. "

"Why is there such a person, I never thought of beating you to death." Bai Bing said, "According to our customs, let alone beating, you will lie on the ground, and I will lose everything."

"You kid, it's okay, trust me, it's better than that awakened Erqiu."

Then, the old man put down the broom, took two puffs of dry cigarettes, and smiled on his withered face, "You also came to investigate the events of the last era? Are you an evil cultivator?"

Who said I would trust you, I just think it's not too late to deal with it after asking.

Bai Bing said: "Yes, I am somewhat interested."

"Then you've found the right person. I used to specialize in this research back then, and I read the data every day when I was shitting. Now I'm an expert.

I didn't expect it to be this year, and there are still people who can read Sanskrit of that era. "

The old man said with a smile: "These days, people in the Qing clan don't recognize the writings of these ancestors. They think they are all obstinate, and they are going to abandon the ancestral teachings and go to the Central Plains with taboos."

Then, he pointed to the huge stele.

"This thing has a history, it is something handed down from that civilization era.

Things from that era were amazing.

I heard that the length, width and height of this thing is 1:3:9, and it will never change. If you don’t believe me, go and test it. Forget it, if I tell you this, you probably don’t know what it means. "

After thinking about it, the old man changed his words: "Don't you have a sword? If you don't believe me, you can draw one. If you can draw a mark, I will recognize you as my grandson."

Sir, please rest.

Bai Bing went to try it, but when he got close, he heard a prompt from the system.

[Special material detected]

[Using strong force to strengthen the coating, with super wear resistance, used to ensure the long-term recording information]

[Do you use a recorder to record information? 】

The system popped up again, and then a claim interface appeared. Bai Bing was taken aback, clicked to claim, and found that this thing turned out to be a familiar item.

Black spikes.

Small, similar to the mummy that was sealed back then.

However, this time it was metallic, without that black stain on the surface.

Does this thing still work?

"Forget it, I know you're blowing it as soon as I hear it." Bai Bing said.

The old man was in a hurry, "Why don't you believe it? Try it yourself and you will know."

"I can really blow."

"If you can make a stroke, I'll be your grandson." The old man laughed back angrily.

Bai Bing stepped forward, took out the nail and hid it under his forefinger, and used his dark force to draw a stroke, causing dense cracks to appear on the stone bricks on the ground.

The old man was shocked, who is this? Can you snap your fingernails out?

After so many years, this is the first time I see you.

His eyes were shocked and suspicious. According to the records, only those people can burn information on it. Who is this person?

It was really hard enough. Bai Bing shook his numb hand and saw that the nail had become a little blunt. He probably guessed that this old man was a bit dry.

"Master, what did you just say? My old eyes are so dizzy that I can't hear clearly."

The old man pondered, "Are you the recorder?"

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