Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

The sky was dark, with no sun, moon and stars.

Behind it is a huge Chaos Tree, which stands in the black mist, fluffy and swaying.

There were a lot of numb walking dead around, and the wormland seemed to be triggered by some kind of "pheromone", so they all walked towards the alien bug.

In the black fog, there is also a tall figure, with a particularly strong and terrifying aura, also coming in this direction.

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He was wearing clothes in the style of a Fallen Immortal, with a small hole in front of his chest, and his skin was gradually cracking. In the cracks, black scales like snakes were moving.

"It's the corpse."

Bai Bing felt disheartened and used the system to detect it.

【Developmental stage: adult. 】

Adult worm, Nascent Soul Realm.

Bai Bing went out and took out the seal, and found that the pattern on it was incomplete, and everything he saw now was black and white. I don't know how long this seal would last.

But obviously it can only delay the time of death for a while.

He looked around, his eyes suddenly fixed on the Chaos Tree.

Around this tree... there were no numb corpses near, they seemed to be very afraid, or in awe, because many eggs came from it.

"Awe of your mother?"

Bai Bing looked up and looked at the Chaos Tree.

rustle.

The Chaos Tree smashed a few black, rotten pieces of flesh from the top, swaying in front of Bai Bing, with beautiful branches.

It seems to say that you have to eat if you don't eat today.

The system is also dumb, and there is no reminder of "don't make mistakes", it seems to know that it is useless to say these eggs.

Bang, bang.

There were dull footsteps behind, the tall corpse was coming, and the human skin was about to fade.

"I don't believe you can put it in my mouth today!"

Bai Bing pinched his nose and mouth and ran towards the Chaos Tree.

It's better to die than live!

In an instant, thousands of branches swarmed and jammed everywhere.

Bai Bing felt that his consciousness gradually became hazy, he pinched his nose and mouth, and approached with daring.

Suddenly, thousands of branches scattered, leaving only one.

The branch seemed to be inserted into his head, and he felt a splitting headache when he pulled it out.

Before falling into a coma, he saw a small chip wrapped around the branch.

...

Bai Bing gradually woke up with a clear consciousness.

Its daybreak.

He found himself lying on the ground, the gravel and sand a little flustered, and there was a cool, clean wind blowing around him.

Looking up, a huge willow tree hangs down thousands of silk ribbons, green and green.

It is fluffy, covered with golden fruits, and surrounded by white fairy mist, like a chaotic atmosphere.

The whole tree is so sacred, full of lustrous luster, as if it came from the fairyland, and the surrounding chaotic atmosphere permeates, making people feel comfortable.

rustle.

A wicker slid down, like a dexterous hand, with a golden fairy fruit wrapped around it, and handed it to Bai Bing.

"Chaos fruit?"

Bai Bing got up and stared at the willow tree for a while, his face gradually ugly.

He looked at his body and found that it was intact, but he always felt that something was missing and something was more.

rustle.

The wicker brings the golden fruit to the front, and it exudes a refreshing fragrance, which makes people feel an instinctive desire.

Bai Bing was silent for a while, then drew his sword and cut him in half with one sword.

The translucent lotion flows, and the ground is filled with fairy mist, and the fragrance is more intense.

The rustling sound came again, and the Chaos Tree took out another Chaos Fruit and handed it to the front.

"You cast mental pollution on me?" Bai Bing asked, looking up.

Trees can't speak.

Bai Bing turned his head and left.

The Chaos Tree stood in place without any obstruction.

Bai Bing left here and found that everyone was gone, the sky was bright, and it was quiet here.

He went to the previous "factory" and saw black wooden stakes and black spikes that fell on the ground, exuding a strange and evil aura.

"Is this the nail that fastened the corpse?"

Bai Bing picked it up, but the breath was a little disgusting.

He suddenly realized something and summoned the big fat worm.

But there are no bugs, it's just a dream after failing to retreat and going crazy.

The spiritual power in the body is strong, but it is contaminated with corpse aura, as if the corpse has eaten too much.

I sniffed my arm, a corpse stench.

"Am I really mentally polluted, or have I fallen into an illusion?" Bai Bing was uncertain.

He walked around the entire ruins for a while, except for a few monks who had failed to retreat and died, but did not see a single person.

Then he went into retreat for the third time in his life, carefully examining every corner of his body.

The meridians are stable, the spiritual power is strong, the air is majestic, the soul is like a deep, there is nothing wrong, and there are no bugs.

Just like a normal person.

After half a day, he left the place.

The Yunxi Sect Relic Land, as the name suggests, is next to the Yunxi Sect.

He came to this sect next to him and felt that this sect was average, worse than Qingyunzong, as if there were no masters of the Nascent Soul.

With his current strength, he can retreat safely even if he encounters a master in the upper realm of Jindan.

"What's the matter with your fellow Daoist coming to my sect?" A white-robed male cultivator piloted a flying sword, swept over lightly, and asked peacefully.

Bai Bing didn't speak, just stared at him for a while.

Spiritual energy surged around the male cultivator, surrounded by immortal mist, and there was an indescribable rhythm all over his body.

"Fellow Daoist is going to the Fallen Immortal Relics?" The male cultivator asked patiently, he felt that this person was a bit powerful.

Bai Bing said, "Has anyone been there before?"

The male cultivator smiled and said, "It was all looted half a month ago. Daoist friend is only here now. It's true that I can't eat the leftovers."

It's been a month and a half...

Bai Bing suddenly said, "Why can't I see the bugs on you?"

The male cultivator's expression changed, "Bug? Are you an evil cultivator?"

Only evil cultivators would say that, their brains are twisted and seriously ill.

Bai Bing nodded, "Yes."

The male cultivator's expression changed, "Wait a minute, I'll call someone."

Bai Bing said, "No need~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then slapped him unconscious.

...

Bai Bing returned to Tianxie Sect.

All of a sudden, I saw Yang Fei who was busy.

Seeing Bai Bing, Yang Fei was instantly overjoyed, "Brother Bing!

Where have you been? Why haven't I found you for half a month?

Do you know how worried I am? I'm worried that I didn't eat tomorrow's meal..."

Bai Bing didn't speak, just stared at him.

Yang Fei was immediately embarrassed, "Is it just a joke... I heard that you went to help Song Huanhuan solve any problem?

By the way, what's wrong with her? Will our evil cultivator still go crazy? "

Bai Bing continued to stare at him.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "You attract others to cultivate?"

He saw that Yang Fei's body was full of death, and there was a faint smell of corpse.

Yang Fei was surprised, "Brother Bing is awesome, you can guess it... I went out to inquire about the news, and a few disciples saw that I was an evil cultivator and wanted to kill me. ."

"This... shouldn't violate the sect rules, right?" Yang Fei said.

Bai Bing hummed and went to see the others.

Those disciples are not cultivating, and evil cultivators generally do not need to retreat, and they will compete from time to time.

Of course it doesn't matter... The important thing is that the corpse aura lingers around them, making him feel very uncomfortable.

He felt even more uncomfortable when he thought about the lingering smell of corpse on his body.

Ancestor Nanxuan was still not found.

He felt that the Heavenly Evil Sect was uncomfortable, and he often felt gloomy and cold, as if the place had been in ruins since the destruction of the Qingyun Sect, and there was no trace of popularity.

It was not until he left the mountain gate that he felt the warmth of the sun.

Great country, like a fairyland.

He came to Li's house and went to find Li Qingsi.

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