Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

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Zhao Hao walked out of the Blood Palace, and the outside was already full of people.

The news still spread, and he started to make a lot of noise, and the vision of heaven and earth attracted strong people from all sides to watch.

Pooh!

Zhao Hao felt terrified. Countless things like tentacles and jointed limbs, together with black mist, spread outwards, forming a huge domain.

The skin of everyone within the range shriveled and collapsed, turning into a piece of human skin.

And outside the domain, those people also looked strange, their eyes turned dark white, almost glowing white, like fairy light reflected into the eyes, reflecting crazy and weird light.

"The road to immortality, the road to immortality!"

Some people showed fanaticism, forgot whether they were watching the excitement or what, and ran towards the black field.

He is like a huge magnet, and everyone is attracted by strange forces.

His sanity is also rapidly blurring, touching his neck, polluting the dividing line of the skin, climbing upwards, his face is beginning to age, transforming into a "beautiful immortal".

"Those who are awake, stay away from me." Zhao Hao said, mixed with fairy voices.

Immediately, many people retreated, and Zhao Hao noticed that many of them were from the Wuji Sect. Their eyes were strange, as if they were looking at monsters.

He admitted that he was a monster now, and reminded him.

As for the others, send them to Liberation.

All the way forward, no one can get close.

He walked aimlessly and finally saw "that thing".

It was him who was completely rotten, standing in front of him.

"You want to take me away and use me to control everything.

Now that I have killed all your believers, those evil cultivators have a hundred ways to guard against you and won't fall for it. Who else can you use now?

I feel so relieved, have you ever been angry? " Zhao Hao asked.

The person on the opposite side didn't say a word, and collapsed directly.

Zhao Hao was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that at the last moment, "that thing" still wouldn't communicate with him, except to deceive him.

Even the heinous devil would say a few words before he died.

Is the so-called "way of heaven" so indifferent?

However, he then felt a severe headache!

His body has long been numb, this is an extremely unusual feeling, and he knows what it means.

"So be it."

Zhao Hao came to the foot of a hill and drew his sword.

laugh!

He beheaded himself.

The head whirled around on the ground a few times, but he didn't die. He saw the sky spinning and the neck of his headless corpse spraying black liquid, but a black mist came and covered it.

But the feeling of headache has not subsided in the slightest.

"It really wants to refine my soul and turn it into a puppet?" Zhao Hao picked up the head depressedly, wiped off the sticky sand, and put it back again.

Then he summoned the flying sword, and slashed again vertically.

Or not.

He felt like a piece of mud, no matter how much he kneaded it, he would not die.

But he is dying again, his consciousness and memory are blurring, and his hands and feet are not in control, picking up the broken internal organs that fell on the ground, stuffing them back, squeezing the mud and dust out of the flesh, and healing quickly.

"Am I going to be a walking corpse after all?"

He gradually became disheartened, and it was not a pity to die, but he couldn't be reconciled if he couldn't kill this bastard!

But at this moment, he heard some noises.

It was footsteps.

Zhao Hao raised his head, he knew that the visitor was extraordinary, he was a monster, normal people were not qualified to approach him.

"I didn't expect that you would choose this."

When Bai Bing came, the surrounding black mist surged, opening the way automatically, those limbs and tentacles were also avoiding, and Zhao Hao also felt a kind of palpitation, as if he was afraid of something, but he couldn't find it.

Zhao Hao knew it was safe when he saw it, and laughed at himself:

"I didn't expect to rely on your help in the end."

He threw the sword on the ground, "That thing is on me, it's annoying me to death, let's do it."

Zhao Hao was not surprised by Bai Bing's arrival. It was impossible for him not to know about the massive gathering of people from all walks of life before.

Bai Bing took out something with his backhand, it was the white fox that had turned into a sculpture again, like suet jade, with a scarlet bead hanging in its body, like a whirl in a sea of ​​air.

"Try this," he said.

Zhao Hao stretched out his hand, touched the sculpture with his fingertips, and suddenly an arc of static electricity burst out.

Those tentacles around, all kinds of indescribable disgusting filth, all turned into black mist with a bang.

Then the black mist also began to dissipate, and unspeakable changes occurred in the body, between the heaven and the earth.

Zhao Hao felt that the immortal energy in his body was disintegrating, together with the sea of ​​energy, the meridians, the Taoist palace, the soul, etc., were rapidly disappearing, and the various "perceptions" stored in the memory seemed to have become incomprehensible fragments. read.

It took him a long time to understand this feeling, "The law is disappearing?"

"Yes." Bai Bing said.

"Is that thing supposed to be killed by me?" Zhao Hao asked.

Bai Bing glanced at the white fox sculpture, colorful "stars" were forming, flickering on and off, and he also felt a certain "familiar but unfamiliar" power.

He nodded and said, "Yes."

Zhao Hao said with a smile: "Then I'm finally alive and straight."

Bai Bing paused, nodded and said, "Yes."

During the speech, I saw an electric glow suddenly erupting around the sculpture, and the ripples of the arc spread to the surroundings. The ground seemed to have been uncovered with a layer of filter. The sword that fell on the ground quickly rusted, and the high-quality black jade inlaid on the hilt became The light yellow colored glaze was covered, and the sand and dust on the small hill behind it faded away, and turned into a "Fallen Magical Artifact" with a slight rust.

Within a hundred feet around, all kinds of strange-shaped metal fragments were scattered everywhere, rusty iron pillars with threads, and half iron plates imprinted with the language of fallen immortals.

Farther away, there are many incomplete towers among the clouds and mists in UU Reading www.uukanshu.com. They are very tall. Although they are broken and collapsed, it can be seen that they used to be square and neat.

In the past, this was a stone forest landscape, and it was all cliffs before.

The ripples quickly spread farther away, and more strange things that had never been seen before emerged from familiar places, as if they were there themselves.

"What is this?" Zhao Hao asked.

"This is what the world looked like before it was polluted," Bai Bing said.

"So the world once belonged to fallen immortals?"

Zhao Hao nodded, "I can still see it, but I've known it for a long time, I'm tired of it."

His figure melted into the wind, and dissipated along with the electric arc that cleaned everything.

The white fox sculpture fell to the ground.

Bai Bing picked it up and pointed it at the sun.

All the "pollution sources" are here, and the stars are connected with each other to form a complex constellation.

And at the moment of aiming at the sun, cracks appeared on the many stars at the same time, breaking into sand.

The shining fine sand forms a whirlpool, an ellipse, with a rotating rod in the center and five or six cantilevered arms around it.

It rotates slowly, grinding itself, making the fine sand finer.

Bai Bing felt it silently. He noticed that some memories appeared in his mind out of thin air. After careful comparison, it was the missing part that he wrote down in his "diary".

At the same time, the "spiritual power" in his body is exhausting and disappearing at a very slow rate, but this process is very slow, and it should be difficult to complete within a few years.

The "immortal law" is fading, and the wave of "spiritual energy recovery" is slowly falling.

With a sigh of emotion, he picked up the heavily corroded sword on the ground and patted it.

"Brother, let's go."

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