Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

The unknown white-clothed warlock stood aside and watched for a long time: "That."

"You didn't." Baihu replied.

The warlock had no choice but to laugh, there are masters of the Phoenix clan, the arrogance of the Golden Crow clan, and a well-known evil cultivator here, as a minor cultivator, he should have no chance.

"What's your name, I promise you to inherit it, have you thought about it?" Baihu said.

Bai Bing said: "Junior Bai Bing, of course I am willing."

I am Bai Bing, the most pious.

"Then come with me."

...

Still entering that cave.

Afterwards, the world reversed, Bai Bing looked around and found that it was a cave, dark and damp.

At the end of the cave, there is a human skeleton leaning against the wall in a sitting posture.

The bones were crystal clear, emitting a divine light, holding a book in his hand.

When Bai Bing saw it, he felt that the breath of Taoism was permeating. He felt that he was about to realize it, but he didn't.

Another blindfold?

Is this the parasite?

"Senior, is this your physical body back then?" Bai Bing asked.

"Naturally."

A voice came from the ear, echoing in the cave.

Bai Bing nodded, then suddenly took out the black spike, and pierced the bone with a snort.

With a bang, the bones fell apart, and the brilliant divine light actually permeated the surrounding ground, turning into countless light dusts.

Didn't show up yet?

Bai Bing's expression was dignified, his eyes were pitch black, surrounded by the fire of the Divine Phoenix, and he was always ready to deal with the attack of the dead corpse.

"What are you in such a hurry for?" A voice came from next to my ear again.

Bai Bing became more vigilant, but said with a smile on his face: "It turns out that I have already seen through my plot, so why do you need to be evasive, senior, you might as well come forward and fight."

Suddenly there was a rustling sound.

I saw many cracks in the wall behind, and some eyes appeared.

Then centipede-like insects crawled out, they climbed onto the skeleton, burrowed into the rib gap, the skull, filled it up, and the skeleton stood up.

Two of the eyes emerged from the skull, giving it a god.

"Reshaping the physical body?" Bai Bing exclaimed, and once again sacrificed the black spikes, "Senior's methods are really extraordinary, give me another shot."

"Are you an evil cultivator?"

Seeing that the black spike was coming again, the voice quickly said, "It's my own."

Bai Bing narrowly retracted the spike, and said in amazement: "Are the bones of the current ancestors so soft?

You white tiger can't do it, not as good as the ancestors of the Suzaku clan, who were beheaded without making a sound. "

"I am a lost soul from the last era."

While picking up the scattered bones on the ground, the corpse said, "This place of inheritance is originally a fake."

"How to say?" Bai Bing held the black spikes and hesitated.

A sigh came.

"I can't bear to watch those parasites, dominated by the parasite's instinct, like locusts crossing the border, looking for more filthy things, and completely reducing their already mutilated bodies to puppets.

So Te mixed in, passed on false ways, killed the parasites in their bodies, and freed them from the sea of ​​suffering. "

Ah this.

Really give false inheritance?

I am a false inheritor, and when I encounter a false inheritance, what about the trust between people?

Bai Bing thought for a while, took out a divine crystal that sealed the parasite, and asked, "Tell me, how many legs does it have? What color?"

He is not very convinced.

This is the parasite identification method he developed recently, and he passed it on to the Wuji School, and provided a lot of samples to prevent fake cultivators from mixing in and causing internal damage.

Nowadays, those orthodox sects are too cunning and understand all kinds of speech skills, but cognitive pollution cannot be faked.

"No legs, green." The voice gave the answer, and then said:

"I've fallen to this point, and I need to fill my body with some low-level and disgusting bugs. Do you still need to be so wary of me?"

Bai Bing put away his weapon and asked, "Then why did you call me here?"

"Because I haven't seen the same kind for a long time, I want to talk."

"Then tell me."

Skeleton took out a stone pot of luminous powder from nowhere, grabbed a handful, and sprinkled some on his body. The dim light was crystal clear again, exuding a deep divine light, and the breath of Taoism pervaded the air.

"I don't belong to this era. I was a cultivator of the White Tiger Clan back then. I was once famous, but I failed to pass the level. I sat here and became a lost soul," said the corpse.

"What is a lost soul?" Bai Bing asked.

"I have insufficient bones, failed to break the way, it left, leaving a hollowed out body, and I became sober.

But it's too late, and I seem to have lost my soul, this is a lost soul. "

it's gone? Parasite?

Bai Bing mused, in that case, this person is at least more powerful than Nascent Soul, in principle, there is no problem.

But if the parasites are gone, can people still live?

Water spinach can live without heart, what about that person?

"Actually, like me, there has never been."

The corpse said, "When a person is about to die, his heart is clear, and the host in the body either dies early, or abandons the body and looks for the next host.

The host at that time can see everything, you will know it naturally if you try it.

It's just that it was too late for him to regret, his consciousness was close to annihilation, and he was unable to tell the truth, just as no one can tell what the situation under the nine springs is like.

I can survive in this state because of the special means of that era. Judging by your reaction, it should have been lost by now. "

"What means?"

"The means of retaining memory from those people, they call it 'data.'"

Bai Bing's pupils dilated slightly.

those people?

Fallen fairy?

"Where are the 'those people' you mentioned?"

Bai Bing thought for a while and asked instead: "Does it still exist?"

"I don't even know if I'm still alive. I can't answer your questions." The corpse said.

When Bai Bing thought about it, he had no choice but to give up. This person is full of bugs, and it would be nice if he could talk.

"But I can point you to a clue."

The corpse said: "I can retain consciousness in this special way thanks to another person.

He used to be the fourth-generation Grandmaster of the Divine Phoenix Clan, called Patriarch He. He was an awakener back then, and he was also one of the people who participated in the battle at that time, and he was also in the deeper part of the secret realm.

He may know a thing or two about your problem.

By the way, I can see the blood of the Divine Phoenix on your body, are you from the Divine Phoenix Clan? "

"No, I just borrowed their blood in a special way." Bai Bing said, "You may not have heard of it in your era."

He explained the simple principle of the dove occupying the magpie's nest.

The corpse was relieved, "It turns out that evil cultivators in this world have the means to survive forever, so they won't be too miserable.

If the torch is passed on from generation to generation, then I can rest assured. "

Bai Bing was silent for a while, "It's too early for you to rest assured. The evil cultivators in the contemporary era have been miserable. They don't have any means of long-term survival. This method is unique to me."

"At least there are still awakened ones alive, so I'm very relieved." The corpse said.

"I'm afraid it's almost gone." Bai Bing said.

"At least you have opened up a new way of life now, so there is a glimmer of life and you can persist."

Bai Bing paused, "Senior is really optimistic."

The corpse said: "If we are not optimistic enough, there will be no you."

Bai Bing had nothing to say.

However, he probably knew.

These people are predecessors who have passed away. They use special methods to keep their consciousness here.

Could this be the suppressed extraterritorial heavenly demon that the Divine Phoenix patriarch said?

"You said earlier that this inheritance is fake."

Bai Bing said: "So, are you deliberately killing those ascetics here?"

And the previous eagerness to pass it on to Han Mo was actually to focus on his talent and want to entrap him?

Hasty, if I knew it, I wouldn't have stopped it.

"It's not just me, there are many people."

The corpse said, "It's not a entrapment, we are trying to awaken some people and return to the right path.

Although my body is dead, my heart is still there.

It is hard to feel at ease watching them degenerate and follow our old path. "

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