Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Time flies.

The majestic mountains are spread out like a scroll in front of you.

Coming to this not-so-familiar place again, if there were not always weird things happening, this place would still be pretty good.

"Going to Kuohai Peak, the Holy Son is on the mountain. I have already informed them, so go with me."

Protector Tu Xing said plainly, and with a wave of his sleeves, he appeared on the top of the mountain.

Bai Bing took a look, and originally wanted to visit acquaintances, but it seemed that they were unwilling to let their freedom go, so they had to give up.

He glanced at it, and found that the structure of this mountain was very simple, with a few stone tables and small pavilions, that's all.

However, he could vaguely feel that someone was visiting, and he thought that the Holy Son had an illness and gained a lot of attention.

Along the road, I came to a small attic, and someone came to greet me.

The person who came was a middle-aged man. He glanced at Bai Bing with a cold expression, "Are you that magic stick?"

Bai Bing nodded, "That's right, good at driving corpses."

"snort."

The middle-aged man flicked his sleeves and said coldly: "I am his father, you come with me.

However, the origin of this person is unknown. I advise you not to have any small thoughts. If you can really solve the problem, you can do whatever you want.

But if you have the intention of doing harm, you don't have to go back today. "

"I'm not going back today." Bai Bing said with a smile, "However, I'm really touched by such hospitality."

The middle-aged man waved his hand with a cold face, and then two male servants appeared beside Bai Bing, walking behind him, holding a black cloth in his hand.

"What do you mean?" Bai Bing looked cold.

"The holy son is not in good condition, and he is suspected of being haunted by monsters. He is protected in the magic circle. The magic circle contains heavenly secrets, and no outsiders are allowed to watch when the magic circle is released." Shengzi's father said.

Bai Bing was unmoved and watched calmly.

Who the hell is asking for medical treatment?

Protector Tu Xing spoke slowly, and explained beside him, "After all, Nianzi is eager, and the safety of the Holy Son is very important. If you can solve the problem, I will not treat you badly."

What are you talking about.

Bai Bing fetched a black cloth and covered his eyes.

joke.

Do I bother to peek at this thing?

I use divine sense.

After a while, he felt the extremely deep and obscure fluctuations of spiritual power, felt it with his heart, indulged in it, and felt some kind of Dao rhyme.

Then he was dazed, he found that he couldn't keep up, it was like picking up a pen, and he couldn't understand math class anymore.

Forget it, don’t watch it, I’m not interested.

Then, the black cloth was untied, and Bai Bing saw a small hall around it, with a bed inside, incense burning around it, and at the end of the wall there were statues of gods, incense offerings, and even traces of rituals.

Bai Bing was startled, is this cultivator also superstitious?

"Don't look at what you shouldn't."

The Son's father said coldly, "The Son is on the bed, and now he has passed out. Come here, seal your cultivation, go and investigate."

This time Bai Bing finally frowned, "Why don't you cut off your tongue first, and then tell me something?"

"What did you say?"

Bai Bing suddenly felt the surrounding temperature suddenly drop.

What central air conditioning.

Bai Bing used his cultivation, and Suzaku's fire erupted, directly breaking through his domain suppression, making him take a few steps back, and his expression changed.

"How bold! Get it for me!"

"Wait."

Protector Tu Xing smiled and persuaded, "It's important that the Holy Son is sick, don't be delayed by some trivial matters.

It doesn't matter if you don't seal your cultivation base, so as not to affect your ability to use your hands and feet. "

Bai Bing sneered, and looked at Shengzi's father, "Your cultivation is so serious, it makes me wonder if you have blood worthy of me."

Shengzi's father looked gloomy, but he still calmed down and bowed his hands to Tuxing Dharma Protector, "I hope to take care of him a little bit."

Bai Bing was allowed to go to investigate.

Pulling back the curtain, a young man was lying straight on the bed.

The appearance is quite heroic, but his face is pale, and he can vaguely feel the powerful energy being sealed in his body, which is very disordered.

With just one glance, he judged that the situation was similar to that of Li Lin.

[Swarm code name: Divine Phoenix]

[Bloodline level: SSS+]

【Matching the "dove occupying the magpie's nest" plan.】

[The match is successful, the host worm is suitable as a suppression plan]

Bai Bing used the system to detect for a moment, and probably understood it in his heart.

The Divine Phoenix Clan is still okay, and they can easily find the top bloodlines of Sequence Two, except for the insect corpse, basically surpassing the previous era.

Unlike him, he worked hard for one or two years before he was promoted from D-rank bloodline to SSS-.

Then, Bai Bing felt unsteady.

The big fat worm is about to move, it has a sense, and realizes that this is a powerful food.

And hot mouth.

Tentacles rose from the shadows, stared at the Suzaku fire, and split their fangs.

The so-called old enemy is just the difference between what you can eat now and what you can eat later.

Early on, this thing was not pleasing to the eye, but when it is suppressed together, it will come out in the first place.

Bai Bing held the Son's wrist, and let go after a while.

"How is it?" The Tuxing Dharma Protector came and asked with concern.

Bai Bing pondered for a moment, "It's a little troublesome."

"Can it be cured?"

"Cure can be cured"

"Don't hesitate to speak, is there no one in your family to teach?" Shengzi's father said coldly.

Bai Bing calmly said with a smile: "I have already found out his condition, it can be cured, but he needs some additional medicine.

And this, I don't have it, so I can only rely on my seniors. "

He looked at the Father of the Holy Son and said.

The father of the Holy Son frowned, "What medicine do you need? Just say it."

My dignified Divine Phoenix family, as long as there is any magic medicine in this world, I can't get it.

"Your true blood." Bai Bing said.

"Why is that so difficult?" Father Holy Son rolled up his sleeves, "How much?"

"A bucket?"

"..." The father of the Holy Son said indifferently: "You put this to amuse me?"

I haven't heard that true blood is measured in buckets. What does this mean, watering flowers or taking a bath?

Bai Bing was in a dilemma, "Actually, even if it's a bucket, I'm not sure.

Think about it, the situation of the Holy Son is a lack of blood, which must be replenished with blood.

You are a close relative, and your bloodline is the most suitable, but to be honest, compared with the Holy Son, your bloodline is still as bad as swill.

I can only say that the more the blood medicine is drawn, the better the recovery will be.

If you think one barrel is difficult, then less is better. But how effective it is, I can only leave it here in advance. "

The Father of the Holy Son was silent for a while.

There is some truth to what he said.

It's just that this description compares the old man's true blood to slop? How unreasonable!

Forget it, the object of comparison is my own son, so let's not argue with him for now, this kid has no tutor, so bear with him.

"Are you sure you don't want to steal my true blood?" He was still worried.

Bai Bing looked at him like an idiot.

Only then did the father of the holy son remember that he had just had a brief contest, and that the son's blood was extraordinary, and he was indeed a bit of a monster, so he changed his words:

"I mean, why didn't Li Lin ever need it?"

Bai Bing said slowly: "She is a wild girl, can her bloodline be compared with that of the Holy Son?"

Too.

The Son's father hesitated for a moment, "Then you tell me the exact number, and I'll give you that."

It's all worth it for your son.

If you dare to lie to someone, you will be slaughtered later.

Bai Bing was also in a dilemma, "Then half a barrel, I will try my best to restore him to his peak state."

Protector Tuxing said, "According to me, that plan is coming soon, and at this critical moment, there is no room for loss.

The old man will protect your heart, so you can rest assured. "

The Father of the Holy Son no longer hesitated, "Okay, wait a moment."

The Tuxing protector breathed a sigh of relief.

If it can be cured, it is naturally the best.

If it can't be cured, this kid's life will be on the line today.

As for true blood, good steel should be used on the blade, and the apprentice's father loves his son eagerly, so it should be.

I will draw it myself.

...

Shortly after.

"Slow down, don't trip."

Protector Tuxing supported the Son's father and walked slowly.

The latter's face was pale, his breath was extremely weak, and he was weak, and he gave Bai Bing a cold look, and his speech was soft and weak.

"Hey, slow down, old man, don't fall."

Bai Bing felt a little distressed, thinking that although he was scolded a few times, it was a bit too much to punish him by draining his true blood.

If I had known that I cared so much about the Holy Son, I would have taken earth to protect the Dharma.

"The real blood is drawn, you can use it right away."

The Tuxing protector gave an extra-large porcelain bottle with powerful spiritual power fluctuations. The surface of the porcelain jade seemed to have liquid flow lines, and it looked like a good thing that could keep the divinity from being lost.

Bai Bing took it, and was even more surprised. This thing is still a storage space, which is better than the Chaos Vase.

It's fine, it's mine.

Bai Bing took the bottle away, "You two, please keep your screens open and don't disturb, just wait for the good news."

The Holy Son's father originally wanted to make a few sentences, but his true blood was exhausted, so he couldn't move, so he gave Bai Bing a cold look, and retreated together.

Rumble.

The door is closed, and the protective formation is activated.

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