Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Bai Bing walked towards the mountain.

But this time was different. He silently used his spiritual power to guide some kind of "power" in his body.

Although he was already polluted and couldn't see any bugs, he could still identify the source of power and stimulate them.

In fact, the method is very simple. If the "cleaner" is to clean up the rules, then he can completely release the power of the "cleaner".

But the price is... a complete infection.

【warn...】

The system began to report prompts, suppress the release, and the balance created by "dove occupying the magpie's nest" was destroyed, and he was going to be completely parasitized.

But Bai Bing directly ignored it this time. He silently sensed the changes around him, and saw the loss of color in front of him, ripples flowing in the air, the rules of Taoism permeated, and the world seemed to be covered with a complex filter.

The system prompts more and more, the text becomes blood red, and then he closes it directly.

There is a power in the body, more and more excited and manic.

Gradually, he lost consciousness.

...

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a dilapidated temple.

There are three Buddha statues around, their bodies are covered with cracks.

There was blood seeping out of the gap, turning into a red mist.

They didn't speak anymore, just pale, cold, hard stones.

"solved?"

He felt a little dazed, and at the same time noticed that something was wrong in his body.

Looking outside, it's all red fog.

His eyes gradually filled, and as the red mist rolled down the mountain, he saw the small intestine trail, gravel, and yellow grass. There was no life on this mountain except himself.

As the red fog filled the whole mountain, he understood this abnormal feeling, he was the fog, the fog was him, and he was the Vermillion Bird Insect Domain.

Consciousness came to the bottom of the mountain and spread among the branches and leaves, and the birds that perched on the branches fell to the ground. These lives were too fragile to stand a glance.

A woodcutter passed by, and when he saw the red mist, he came over suspiciously.

Then he also lowered his head, passed out, and stood silently in the red mist.

Bai Bing's eyes stopped for a moment, and he felt that he could easily modify the woodcutter's memory and pollute his personality.

He still wanted to continue to diffuse outward, but he felt something abnormal in his body, as if something was wriggling in his body.

So the red fog dissipated, only covering the entire mountain.

The woodcutter's eyes reappeared, and he continued on his way, as if nothing had happened.

Consciousness returned, and Bai Bing saw that his body began to crack, and there were red lines squirming inside.

It is densely packed and shuttles through the body, like a worm's nest, dantian, sea of ​​​​qi, internal organs, four meridians and eight meridians are gone... Only one layer of skin belongs to himself.

And this skin is also decaying, and soon there is nothing that belongs to him.

"I did swallow them."

Bai Bing said to himself that he could perceive a familiar and unfamiliar power that belonged to these "gods".

According to the way the big fat worm woke up and ate the eyes of the corpse, it should have swallowed the "rules".

In other words, I am the rule.

But the big fat worm obviously couldn't digest it, these "rules" didn't belong to him, they were coming out.

"If you let it go, everything will be for nothing."

Bai Bing frowned, he felt severe pain in his body, but there was nothing he could do, he could only watch his body slowly crack and rot.

Some things crawled out, they looked like red blood, like bugs, or tentacles covered with mucus, spreading outward from the center of the body, and flowing back toward the three idols.

"If I go on like this, I will die, but it will go back, and I will die in vain.

There is only one way, I am the rule, then I will kill myself. "

Bai Bing muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly brightened.

The next moment, he saw that the red blood flowed faster, struggling to climb towards the three statues, and he felt the will from "it".

It's called "scary".

Is it afraid of death?

Coincidentally, I am also afraid.

In the blink of an eye, the squirming blood came to the foot of the statue and climbed upwards. It was necessary to climb up the statue and drill into the crack.

The statue was reviving, and its eyes glowed red and were about to open.

Swish.

The dagger was held in his hand instantly, Bai Bing's eyes were indifferent, and he was ready to stab his body with a sword and cut it on his own.

Kill the rules and kill yourself.

With my death, awaken all beings!

Going with Ancestor Nanxuan is also worthy of the name of a disciple!

But at the moment when the sword pierced the skin, perhaps it was an instinctive desire to survive, or some thoughts, which made him stop quickly.

wrong!

Daoist Nanxuan said that rules do not die, only people die.

If I die, it will drain and break free.

This is what Nanxuan Daoist told me, but I didn't think about it at the first time, but instinctively wanted to solve it after death.

It is the power of spiritual pollution!

His mood became solemn, and only then did he realize that he had almost forgotten what "pollution" was, very vague.

Things that are so important and always accompany you, but the memory is rapidly fading, just like your appearance, it is difficult to remember clearly without a mirror.

"Can't commit suicide, it's inducing me."

Bai Bing thought about it, and then watched the red blood continue to climb and enter the crack, and the "anxiety" in his heart became more and more serious.

He didn't know whether what he saw was true or not, but he decided to wait, Lu Xun said, to keep the same and respond to all changes.

If it really returns to the statue, then there is no way, try my best.

After about three breaths, the blood suddenly disappeared.

His body also returned to its original state, there were no cracks, only the short sword was held in his hand, and the sword light was icy cold.

The surrounding red fog is still thick.

bang.

Bai Bing threw the sword out, and then his mind moved, the sword suddenly accelerated in the air, passed through the red fog, turned into a sharp light, and shot thousands of miles away.

In the straight line, the domain formed by the red fog gradually closes.

He threw away everything that could kill him.

As long as I don't die, I can always seal them up, right?

Do you want to seal yourself in the source crystal as the Daoist Nanxuan said?

Just thinking about it, he suddenly felt that his body was cracked again, and blood was trickling out.

The skin wrinkled, the bones became weak, the muscles atrophied, and in a short time, the body was rotting, pus and blood appeared, the body was numb, and the consciousness was blurred.

Then, the quiet storage ring exploded without warning, and the contents inside were splashed everywhere like fragments, many of which passed through the body, shooting him into a sieve, leaving blood spots on the ancient temple wall.

He was stunned, the dead storage ring suddenly started attacking me?

It doesn't hurt at all, it must be a hallucination, right?

As he thought about it, he felt that his body began to ache again, in the thigh area.

What bug fix... He looked down, but found that it was the small tube of Divine Phoenix blood essence that was extracted and refined from An Yingqiu's arm.

This is the bloodline power of the SSS level, and it is also the most powerful healing ability in the world. It can really live and die.

It fell out along with the sputtered objects, and the blood flowed out. When it met his festering body~www.wuxiamtl.com~, it began to repair and regained consciousness, which caused pain.

Are the illusions arranged so reasonably?

He pondered for a moment, not sure if it was true or not, so he had to pick up the blood of the Divine Phoenix and let it flow down his fingers and onto his body.

The golden flame is burning slowly, counteracting the speed of the decay of the body.

It worked very hard to repair the broken holes in its body, and the damaged internal organs grew new flesh, but the damage to the body was too serious.

Gradually, his consciousness began to blur at a slow speed, his vitality was draining, and his thinking began to be confused.

Intuition, this time seems to be true.

And he realized an important problem: the blood of the Divine Phoenix was not enough.

The golden flame slowly burned and slowly extinguished, he lay on the ground, looked at the last golden fire, and closed his eyes.

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