Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

When Zhao Hao visited the Divine Phoenix Clan in person, he took these documents with him.

He knew about these materials. It is said that they contained some of Nanxuan's thoughts after he slaughtered the world, his experience of cultivation, his experience of being suppressed and his pleasant experiences, and the judgments of the Zhongzhou clan elders on him, etc.

The Divine Phoenix Clan once said that those "experiences" were too deceptive, so they were sealed up hundreds of years ago, which is a higher level of secret than top secret.

When Bai Bing said "his current state is similar to Nanxuan", he actually felt it, and what Bai Bing said confirmed his thoughts, so he wanted to see these dusty histories for himself.

"I didn't expect that I would have a day compared to Nanxuan, but unfortunately I am not happy." Zhao Hao said to himself.

He really wanted to know how Nanxuan dealt with this kind of thing, the one who knew Nanxuan best must be Bai Bing, but he was unwilling to ask him personally, it was impossible to ask him in this life.

He would rather find it himself.

Crash.

Zhao Hao flipped through the book quickly, over and over again. Somehow, this time his memory was exceptionally clear, and there was no sign of disappearing or being disturbed.

Soon, he got up and looked into the distance.

"Nanxuan really felt that he was being controlled. When a person ascends, his consciousness will be strangled and he will be completely turned into a rotten tree.

That is to say, everyone has a chance to discover the truth, but it is a pity that he can only watch himself die, no one can tell the secret, and no one will believe it, how sad.

Cultivating the Tao is just making a wedding dress. "

Zhao Hao's heart was blocked, if he had seen it earlier, he would definitely not have been here.

But he quickly dismissed the idea. Even if he saw it earlier, he would never believe it. The concept of the Xian family is too deep-rooted, and seeing the truth can't change the paranoia in his heart.

"It's no wonder that the ascended people never descended to the realm. They all died and turned into more poisonous things, using the blessing power of the ascended to poison future generations.

But why? "

Zhao Hao continued to think and began to deduce.

Now, he has decent thoughts, cognition of evil cultivators, and the most serious pollution of consciousness, and he can deduce the result with his toes.

Soon, he got the result.

It still shocked him.

"A true Conferred God will refine the world, refine everyone's will into a weapon, and control the entire world with a single thought?"

Zhao Hao said to himself, he got this result, and he was still horrified after going through a lot of wind and waves.

If so, what is this world?

It's just a cold machine that allows people to manipulate memory, thoughts, and even behavior.

They thought they were living in the eternally prosperous fairyland, but they were actually slaughterhouses that had been cleaned of dirty blood, and they lined up one by one, vying to ascend and be harvested.

Words such as "evil cultivators" and "Zerg race" were completely erased, and the world was unified, and there was no difference.

Zhao Hao felt cold all over.

What is it that turns living people and a world full of vitality into a huge machine with nothing but cold order?

Is this the reason why he insisted on letting "the way of heaven collapse" and "the world's absolute spirit"?

Zhao Hao was a little silent.

He suddenly felt a little admiration for the Wuji Sect.

...

Suddenly, he felt someone beside him, and when he looked up, he saw three double images.

They slowly closed and formed an old man with kind eyes.

"Son, I told you back then that people's interests conflict with each other. If you want to gain great freedom, you must learn to ignore some evils."

The old man is naturally Zhao Hao's master, but this time Zhao Hao was no longer surprised, he watched calmly.

The old man said with emotion, "Integrate into the way of heaven and achieve great freedom. This world is full of crimes. It is a beautiful thing to make it orderly."

Zhao Hao watched for a moment, then said:

"It's really convincing that you can look directly at my thoughts.

It's a pity that you lied to me once, so don't ever try to lie to me a second time. "

He didn't know what was parasitic in his body, let's count it as a demon.

He chose to block his divine sense this time, not to think about it, and see what it can do.

Thinking of this, the old man disappeared.

There was nothing in front of my eyes, and nothing appeared again.

"It gave up?"

Zhao Hao thought about it, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.

Clap!

He felt his body trembling, countless meridians were broken, reorganized and strengthened, and the pores were emitting immortal energy.

His expression changed.

All the "Dragon Qi", all fused together!

In an instant, he experienced an unimaginable transformation, and found that his fingertips and toes became white as jade, followed by a cold feeling, which spread along the fingertips to his arms and shoulders

Wherever he passed, his skin was as white as jade, and he didn't stop until his neck.

At this moment, he was already filled with fairy energy, and there were creeper-like fairy vines growing and blooming on the ground around him, but there were only stones on the ground, no soil.

Soon the entire secret room was covered with fairy vines, full of self-moving fruits, and even the leaves were swaying by themselves.

If it was before, he would be pleasantly surprised, but looking at it now, he just feels weird.

He touched his neck.

Only the head has not changed, is it because my life is still stubbornly resisting?

He suddenly felt sad, he was half buried in the ground, but his body was still struggling hard, trying to keep himself alive, but now he could only see immortal energy.

"That's the only way to try."

Zhao Hao picked up [Nanxuan Rebellion Record], and pulled out a thin booklet. This is one of the most confidential things, and it is also the most widely circulated thing in this world.

Qingxin Sutra.

However, this is the original work, which has the effect of dispelling illusions and seeing the truth, but the power is too violent, and the repair is close to death, and the outsiders are all adaptations. No one knows who created it, and who spread it.

"Since I have reached the end of my cultivation, I will take a look at this evil cultivation."

Zhao Hao smiled, picked up the booklet, and began to study it seriously.

After a few breaths, he used an unfamiliar mental method, his true energy was reversed, and he felt the terrifying power of insanity.

The sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, the meridians shattered, and the Nascent Soul collapsed and reunited. He found that he seemed to have an immortal body, and the risk was not as great as he said. The cultivation was countless times smoother than he expected.

In this way, he felt a faint sense of loss.

Open your eyes and face the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror.

He saw that the bright fairy energy around him was no longer there, and there was only a gray-black man in the mirror, like a rotten corpse. His skin was full of holes, like a piece of rotten rag. A heavy gray mist was squeezed out, making the surrounding floors dirty.

Is this fairy spirit?

Occasionally, there is a gray mist of navy blue, which crawls out from the neck like a snake and looks around. There are also "snakes" of other colors swimming in the body, occasionally visible through the pores of the skin.

He has become a nest of snakes.

boom.

He suddenly slapped it away, and the person in the bronze mirror distorted and deformed, and fell apart along with the mirror.

Colorful bile-like things attached to the bronze mirror, making a hissing sound, annihilating the fragments.

"The way of heaven is inhumane, and treats everything like pigs and dogs."

Zhao Hao is indifferent, no longer surprised, no longer sad, he has lost his emotions.

However, even if they are pigs and dogs, they will bite back.

You pollute my body and erode my intelligence, so don't think about it.

"Incarnation of Heaven? Don't even think about it." He lowered his head, looked at the face in the last piece of broken bronze mirror, and said.

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