Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

After dealing with the matter temporarily, the other disciples went to the ancestral hall to worship the statues of the ancestors.

It is said that the Suzaku people have "spirits", and it is these gods who maintain the law and order in this area, so that no one dares to commit crimes in the Yan House, so the Yan House and everyone respect the ancestral hall.

When he came to the ancestral hall, Bai Bing saw a stone statue.

This is a plump, tall man, holding a whisk, even a stone has a fairy-like aura.

"It always feels a little familiar..."

Bai Bing suddenly realized, "Is this the Qingyuan Saint?"

"I don't know much." The disciple who was worshipping opened his eyes and sneered: "If you are a cultist, I don't think there is any need to worship and insult our ancestors."

Ah, such a familiar sarcasm... Bai Bing felt refreshed, "You're right, even if I worship, I won't get the inheritance of my ancestors.

Even if you get it, it's just a fluke. "

disciple:"……"

He couldn't answer for a while.

Bai Bing looked at it, the statue was not psychic, it was meaningless, and he didn't know where Venerable Qingyuan was now.

According to the task card, they had to complete the task of killing local evil cultivators, and after maintaining peace, they could receive inheritance based on their xinxing performance.

Looking left and right, he came to the firewood room because he was attracted by the **** smell here.

There was a person locked in the firewood house, his hair was long and messy, like a beggar. Judging from his experience in the dead house in his previous life, he had not taken care of it for at least three months.

But the beggar's eyes are very sharp, like a handful, poking at my old waist.

"You are the messenger of the Vermillion Bird Clan?" The beggar opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice when he saw Bai Bing.

Bai Bing nodded, "What a coincidence, you too?"

The beggar looked at an idiot, "Are you crazy? Have you ever seen a messenger locked up like this?"

Bai Bing said: "I said, you are an evil cultivator."

The beggar froze all of a sudden, he thought for a while, but he didn't understand how he exposed himself as an evil cultivator.

After a while, he woke up. Isn't it normal that he can come here and know that I am a cultivator?

"You seem to have lost your mind. It takes so long to think about this kind of question."

Bai Bing squatted down and stared at him for a while, before the system prompted that there was strong mental pollution here.

The beggar stared at him for a moment, his eyes faint like a ghost.

Then, he spoke, his voice indifferent, "You are a pig."

Bai Bing: "???"

"Angry? Something killed me." The beggar sneered.

Bai Bing rubbed his chin, it turned out that he was not delirious, but had a mental illness.

"I don't know how to spin silk, and I don't have eight legs." Bai Bing looked at it for a while, "By the way, who are you, why are you locked here?"

The beggar was surprised, "You don't know?"

"I saw you as soon as I came, your bones are amazed, and you look like you died young."

Died young... The beggar's cloudy eyes brightened for a moment, "No, you said just now that I am also a cultist? Are you too?"

Bai Bing nodded, "It seems that your spirit is still a little saved."

"Hahaha..."

The beggar suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "It's really interesting, you poor parasitoids actually imitate the way my generation evil cultivators speak, and they're doing everything they can to hide their secrets.

It seems that I have to remind them in the future that they must be careful not to be deceived by your rhetoric. "

Bai Bing said, "I'm really an evil cultivator."

Why don't you believe it?

"Really?" The beggar put his hand into the firewood behind his buttocks and took out two black pills, "Which these two pills are just bugs?

But any evil cultivator can be clearly identified. If you are right, I will believe you. "

Bai Bing looked at it for a while, "Both?"

The beggar showed mocking eyes, took out the third medicine pill from behind his butt, and said coldly: "Wrong, this is it.

Hahaha, have you been spotted? Angry?

Your joke is not funny at all, this Suzaku tribe messenger can still have evil cultivators? joke. "

He raised his neck, "Quick, some kind of kill me, give me a good time."

Bai Bing was silent for a while, but now he has fallen to the point where he doesn't even trust evil cultivators... He said, "This is not important, tell me how you were imprisoned here, I won't kill you, and I'm in a good mood. I'll let you go."

As soon as he heard that he didn't kill him, the beggar lost his interest, "I am the leader of the evil cultivator in this area, and I specialize in clearing you of the pests in the world. I wanted to destroy this Yan Mansion, but I was inferior and became a prisoner.

Since you are the messenger of the Suzaku clan, I should have reserved it for your interrogation. Just kill me so that I can take the credit and go back. "

"You want to die? Is it because you want to hide some secret?" Bai Bing asked.

"That's right, I hid 30 widows in the village next door, one a day, not the same in January."

"My Suzaku clan has a soul-searching technique, do you want to try it?" Bai Bing said.

The beggar was silent.

"Okay, I'm actually here to kill a god." The beggar grinned, "You guys are here to worship the Qingyuan Saint, right? I want to kill him, are you afraid?"

Bai Bing was surprised and lowered his voice, "Really?"

If you want to kill him, we are brothers.

The beggar looked at Bai Bing's expression, held it for a while, and sneered: "The acting skills of the people you sent to interrogate are really getting better and better. In the prison where I stayed before, you are somewhat talented, but it is not necessary.

It's been so long, and I'm tired of it. Let me tell you the plan. You're doing fine. When you go back to collect the reward, don't forget that there is someone like me. "

Bai Bing wanted to ask you **** a dead person, but held back, took out the pen and paper, "You say."

The beggar said, "When people like them die, they will become a scourge, polluting your body and soul, and making you more violent. It's a pity that you still think it's some kind of inheritance, and rush for it.

Do you know the Song family in Yunshui County? That's how they were, after receiving the guidance of the Qingyuan Saint and taking some medicinal pills, they turned from being a good person to a murderous person. The funny thing is that the more they live like this, the happier they are.

This is the way of heaven, good people deserve to die, and there is no good thing for living to be a **** and sanctified.

You ancient races are all one thing, if you don’t seek development, you will grab inheritance for a group of old ghosts who have entered the earth, and all the rumors are dross.

Look at this world, what has been ruined by you, what ancient races are just a group of parasite vampires, they all deserve to die!

However, it must be admitted that your 'ancestor' is somewhat capable and has no trace and no form. It is only during each of your big sacrifices that it will appear on the statue. I wanted to take advantage of it at this time, but it was planted. "

The beggar pointed to a wooden stake not far away and said indifferently:

"See that coffin nail? Just use it to kill."

Bai Bing stretched out his hand and pulled it out, his eyes slightly condensed, this turned out to be the breath of black spikes in his hand, which looked almost exactly the same, like an industrialized product.

"And my plan is to use this instrument to pierce the statue of the **** at this time, seal it forever, and then take the statue away and suppress it forever.

In this way, you can still be like individuals... Of course, you have the right to kill your ancestors and take away your inheritance.

I wait for evil cultivators, not seeking fame and fortune, but only asking for a clear conscience. "

After he finished speaking, he stared at Bai Bing, his eyes were faint, and his face showed death intent.

"What are you looking at?" Bai Bing said, "Have you finished speaking?"

"Why didn't you kill me?" The beggar's face gradually became strange.

Bai Bing said, "Are you in such a hurry to die? To reincarnate?"

When writing, he had written down the previous description. It seems that this guy is indeed not an ordinary person. He came with black spikes. If this thing is inserted into the statue, can it really seal the Qingyuan Saint?

"Kill him, we can still be like people, what do you mean?" Bai Bing asked casually.

The beggar laughed, "It's the surface meaning, we call it 'pollution blocking'.

All of you are manipulated, and at some point, you will become neither human nor ghost, like sleepwalking, slaughtering all beings, tampering with memories and erasing history. "

The tip of Bai Bing stopped and looked up.

He seemed to understand what the cold and faint gaze meant.

Dude, there is something to be said.

"Strange, you should have red eyes at this time, turned into a ghost, and killed me." The beggar said: "Could it be that you are not a pure ancient race? Forget it, you don't understand."

Bai Bing understood~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He was silent for a moment, and added a sentence on the note.

[He really wants to die. 】

He deliberately spoke these sensitive swarm rules in an attempt to get me to kill him.

So why is he dying?

Bai Bing's heart moved slightly, secret!

He should be afraid of being searched for souls and involving other people who know the rules of this swarm... So behind him, there is a huge evil cultivator organization, and they have more swarm rules than I imagined.

Bai Bing thought for a moment. According to the "pheromone" principle of the swarm, he should have "mutated" at this time, but he didn't. It might be the reason for the big fat worm.

It's okay, we're normal people...

He looked at the black spikes in his hand. Could it be that sealing the Qingyuan Saint can block the source of pollution?

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