Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Worm of time?

Bai Bing was stunned for a moment. He remembered that the place where the Taoist Nanxuan lived, Wuyou Township, had encountered such a thing.

This thing is equivalent to a memory backup. After being implanted in the brain, it will restore the memory to a certain moment after a period of time.

Because of this, Wuyou Township has always been in "reincarnation".

Why do you meet here?

He turned his head and looked around.

It was dark, and Zhou Maintenance was pitch-black, full of large and small tombs, as well as dead vines and old trees, no crows.

He didn't feel any danger signs either.

He raised his vigilance and continued to walk, preparing to follow the route to get out of this restricted area.

About five or six miles ahead, he saw light ahead, and there were still figures walking, so he walked over.

It was a tent. There were monks camping here, a bonfire was raised, and some people were sitting cross-legged, feeling that there were bugs piercing their skin and catching the dust.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, you guys also entered the restricted area by mistake?"

The monk sitting cross-legged closed his eyes and ignored it.

The cultivator who was adding firewood glanced at him and said with a loud laugh, "It's rare that you can come here safely in this cemetery that is a hundred miles in diameter."

He has a long scar on his face, and his face is full of flesh and very rough.

Bai Bing said: "It's not good for you to brag so much. I came here through hard work. How did you guys do it?"

Another cultivator who came with firewood, glanced at him and said nothing.

The scarred man smiled and said, "This is a place of great murder. We naturally have survival skills and a way to get out."

"What skills?" Bai Bing asked.

The scarred man pointed to the dead tree in the distance, "Go and chop wood, don't be idle."

Bai Bing understands that as long as he can get the information, it's okay to do some work, so he lifts the sickle on the ground and asks for a strong smell of blood.

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When he came to the dead tree, he waved his hand to cut it down, and suddenly felt a dangerous aura.

With the scythe, the feeling is gone.

He raised his head and looked left and right. The man with the scar was burning fire, and the one who practiced cross-legged remained motionless.

Bai Bing waved the sickle again, and the strong dangerous atmosphere came again.

He thought for a while, then lifted the sickle and scratched on the dead tree a little, and blood oozes from the trunk.

I touched my neck, it hurts a bit.

A look, full of blood.

He knew why this dangerous feeling was, so he walked back with his sickle and said, "It is everyone's responsibility to protect trees, set fires to mountains, and sit in prison, how can you do this?"

what?

The scarred man looked at him and said, "You don't want to work, do you? Don't want to know how to get out?"

Bai Bing said: "Stupid, follow you, I don't know how to get out."

"Makes sense."

The scarred man was stunned for a moment, "Forget it, then you rest first, I'll cut it myself."

With that said, he came to the man who was cultivating cross-legged next to him, waved his sickle, chopped off his head, and fell to the ground.

The dim yellow flame gradually turned red and finally green.

They roamed in the air, drifting to the white ice from time to time, burning around like blobs of ghost fire.

The pyre is gone, and the ground is full of bones.

In front of Bai Bing, there was a large tomb with a broken wooden coffin lying in it. The lid of the coffin was lifted, and a corpse was standing outside. He was rotting all over, with corpse spots, and he held a head in both hands.

The head belonged to the man who practiced cross-legged.

His body was still there, and his injuries were not serious, but there was a big scar on the mouth of the bowl, and the blood didn't spray much.

A strange squirming sound came, and the man covered in corpses threw the head in his hand, then took off his own head, fumbled around for a while, and finally found the position and placed it on the young monk's body.

There was another weird squirming, and the neck was stitched, leaving a circle of blood.

After that, the decay of the head and the corpse gas gradually disappeared, and the corpse stains were transferred to the new body.

"What are you looking at? Haven't seen a brain change?" The head opened his eyes and said.

Bai Bing said, "No."

"Let's go!"

The man said: "Damn, you didn't get fooled, you are lucky, let's go forward.

Stop watching here, I'm going back to sleep. "

With that said, he lay back on the coffin, the low wooden planks rubbing sounded, and the coffin was closed.

Bai Bing reached out, stopped it, and forcibly broke it apart.

"What? Do you want to die?" the man asked.

Bai Bing said, "Is the exit ahead?"

"Yes, just keep going." He was about to cover the coffin.

When Bai Bing saw it, he didn't really believe it. He almost got his head off when he was not careful.

"Which race are you from?"

Bai Bing said: "I think you are evil. I am a evil cultivator. Maybe it was a family eight hundred years ago. You have to take care of your own family."

He analyzed it with the system, but there was no result. It was the first time that it failed, which made him strange.

I'm afraid it's not which connector Overlord Zerg?

"Evil repair? What is evil repair?"

Seeing that the coffin could not be closed, the man said, "I warn you, if you keep me from sleeping, you will die miserably."

"It's okay, I'm more able to withstand pressure. If you don't say it again, I'm going to search for my soul." Bai Bing said.

The head-changing monk looked at it and climbed out of the coffin.

"I am a living dead. My name was Zhang Shang. I came from the Watch Legion. That follower is not a parasitic host of a Zerg."

Bai Bing was stunned, "That one? Who is that one?"

The monk said that ~www.NovelMTL.com~ is the famous "ionizer", our pioneer.

By the way, I see that you have the insect body of the Phoenix clan. When did the Phoenix clan have such a strong insect? They have all reached the level of Sequence Two.

What time is it now? Are the real dragon clan still alive? "

The real dragon family?

Bai Bing seemed to understand something, "Qing is dead."

"What?" said the monk.

Bai Bing said: "Now there is only the Divine Phoenix Clan, I have never heard of the True Dragon Clan."

He could probably see that this person spoke strangely, and he knew the concept of "sequence", so he was undoubtedly a creature from the last era.

The monk seemed to understand something, turned his head and lay back, "Let's go, I'll continue to sleep."

"Senior, don't you really help to point the way?" Bai Bing said.

"No, you're dead anyway."

The cultivator said, "There are countless miles around, all of us are people, and every once in a while, we need a physical body to ensure that our heads are not rotten and our consciousness is alive.

I didn't deceive you just now. According to the rules of the road, it is inconvenient for me to deceive you again.

But sooner or later you will be deceived by other people and cut off your own head and use your body for us.

Come on, I don't talk to the dead, I'm wasting my energy. "

It turned out that the head was cut for this?

Bai Bing said: "Thank you for the reminder, I will burn paper for you in the future.

But if you talk about these things, won't you ruin the affairs of your friends on the Dao? "

"Won't."

The cultivator's pale face showed a stiff, uncoordinated smile, "Because there is something special here.

You will forget everything after a while, and the memory will go back to the time when you first came in, and you will not remember anything I say.

This time, you are smart enough to see through, but you are not dead, and reincarnation will never end. I think you can see through it a few times. "

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