Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

One drop, two drops, three drops...

In a short moment, a golden fire burned on Bai Bing's body, as if he had just been shot by the explosive fragments of the storage ring, and the flame was burning.

However, this time, it was even more intense, because it was the pure blood of the Divine Phoenix.

In the fierce flames, his internal organs began to repair, and the meridians were regenerated and connected. In just a moment, the physical injuries were completely repaired.

The only downside is that the clothes cannot be repaired.

But the repair did not stop, but came to the depths of the unknown, because he felt that the soul was re-fitting with the body.

Li Qingsi discovered that after using five drops, the true blood of the Divine Phoenix could no longer be absorbed. The sixth drop fell on the ground, spreading fire like candle oil, and green grass was reborn in the fire, blooming flowers.

"Is five drops enough? What a waste of money, it's a pity to not use fertilizer." Bai Bing thought to himself, it's only a matter of time before he recovers.

She resealed the bottle and began to wait quietly.

An hour has passed.

She took her pulse, but there was still no pulse.

Half a day passed.

Still no, but she noticed that the surrounding red mist began to slowly disappear, and if she looked carefully, it was retracted into Bai Bing's body.

So her eyes brightened.

It wasn't until more than a day later that Bai Bing felt that his connection with his body had completely recovered. He flicked his fingers, but Li Qingsi didn't see it because she fell asleep.

Ever since she felt Bai Bing's pulse recovering, she remembered that she hadn't rested for five or six days, and started a revenge sleep.

Finally, Bai Bing opened his eyes.

The first thing he did was to take out the tokens of various ethnic groups, those jade pieces and parchment.

There are light white handwriting on it, which is his name, except for the ancestral monument of the Suzaku tribe.

"According to the habits of the insect swarm, I have restrained the source of pollution of an ancient race, and it is likely that I have been targeted by all the sources of pollution. The habit of the insect swarm will prompt them to kill me."

Bai Bing pondered, the real trouble had just begun, although he was resurrected, the pollution was always with him.

But the good news is that there is no name on the Suzaku ancestral monument, which means that it is controlled.

It was one small step for deworming, but one giant leap for him.

It's just the white handwriting, he really doesn't know what it means, out of ink?

But then, he saw that the white himself began to quickly turn red, as if stained with blood.

He froze for a moment.

"Bai Bing?"

The voice of a lost lake sounded, just woke up.

Li Qingsi rubbed his eyes and asked, "Are you awake?"

Bai Bing smiled, "It's hard work."

Looking down again, his name on all the tokens became **** handwriting.

He sighed inwardly, now he knew what it meant.

"Is it okay?" she asked.

"All right."

"I don't believe it, you take two steps." Li Qingsi said.

I'm not a tree, what's so difficult... Bai Bing walked over.

Li Qingsi suddenly threw himself into his arms, his hair buried in his chest, and many days of sadness surged out of his heart.

Bai Bing touched her face and cried.

He sighed with emotion and held it in his arms, speechless for a long time.

...

"I like you." Bai Bing said.

"Why do you say such things now?" Li Qingsi's voice was dull.

"Because I didn't say it before?" Bai Bing thought.

Li Qing thought about it, and it seemed that she hadn't said it before, because she said it first, so she asked, "Why didn't you say it before?"

"Because... um, please don't make idioms solitaire, okay?"

Bai Bing pondered, and since he responded at that time, it has been smeared in the lake, and there is no special feeling.

As for why it was so sloppy at the time, probably... it wouldn't be a loss anyway...

Thinking about it now, although from one person to two people, it must be a lot of trouble, such as this **** name...

But at least the sick have someone to take care of.

"Where did this real blood come from?" Bai Bing asked.

She briefly explained the borrowed blood.

Bai Bing frowned, "What do you owe, you haven't signed a contract, what do you pay, how do you pay it back?"

He picked up the bottle, "It's not used up anyway, or just give it back to her and give her back blood."

"Who wants to pay it back?"

Li Qingsi raised his head, "Why do you have to pay back what you can borrow?"

This is also true, as expected of my generation of evil cultivators, this is the appearance of a bit of evil cultivator, let's start with repayment.

Suddenly, Bai Bing's mind moved, and when he looked up, he found that the sky was pitch black.

[Warning: You have triggered the hunting rule and detected that the wormland is approaching]

[Insect Swarm Code: Golden Crow]

Shouldn't be here, is it still here?

Senior Nanxuan, please go ahead, I didn't inherit anything, but I inherited this hook first...

He still faces too many things, wanted from the swarm, pollution from the source...

Bai Bing patted her on the back, "Can you get up?"

Li Qingsi got up and tidy up his appearance, "Go home."

I am like this, can I go back...

Bai Bing thought silently, nodded and said, "Okay, you go first, I have some troubles to deal with."

"What's more dangerous?" Li Qingsi frowned.

"Don't move around here."

Bai Bing saw that the domain was getting faster and faster, like a black cloud coming down in an instant, and it was too late, so he moved and disappeared from the place instantly.

"Gene Era"

Li Qingsi was stunned for a moment, only to see a faint red mist that was slowly disappearing.

Thirty miles away.

Bai Bing's figure reappeared, and he looked around, convinced that he had indeed inherited the power of the Vermillion Bird Insect Domain.

Where the domain is, he can be there.

In a blink of an eye, faster than the east wind.

But the next moment, a thick black fog filled the surroundings, and there were figures walking in it, and the footsteps were low, like a ghost.

Bai Bing felt silently, a kind of oppressive force attacked, if he wasn't meticulous enough, he wouldn't be able to feel it.

Peng Peng.

The heavy and tidy footsteps recalled that when they came over, Bai Bing could feel the numbness in the footsteps. As for why it was so tidy...

Probably the Zerg is more disciplined.

Mind moved.

The red mist spreads suddenly.

Like ink blending, he saw that the black fog was instantly replaced by the red fog. The monks of the Golden Crow fell into the red fog, and they all stopped and stopped in place, with a dull expression, Aba Aba.

In the red fog, only the sound of his own footsteps remained.

Bai Bing was walking in the fog, observing the state of these people.

These are many disciples of the Golden Crow. Most of them are in the Golden Core Realm. They look like handymen disciples. They also have brooms and mops in their hands, as if they were pulled over by the insect domain to make up the number.

Bai Bing rubbed his chin. After they sensed my presence~www.wuxiamtl.com~, they triggered the "passive" of the swarm rules. Did they come to dinner on their own?

I'm sorry, I'm no longer the white ice I used to be, and I can create a race with the Suzaku Insect Domain on my back.

"How to deal with them?"

Thinking about it, Bai Bing walked up to a disciple, touched his head, and sensed his life and memory.

This is a disciple from a small family. He has been sweeping the floor in the family for many years, taking the time to practice the mind method, constantly improving, and finally growing up. Now he is sweeping the floor in the Jinwu clan.

"Before your father died, he told you that a million spiritual stones were buried under the mulberry tree in your homestead, and asked you to fetch it immediately, otherwise someone would find out.

But today, when you were sweeping the floor, you just remembered your father's request and planned to go back and dig. "

Bai Bing spoke in a low voice, like chanting a mantra, and the spirit of the Vermillion Bird appeared on the disciple's head, and the disciple's face gradually became excited.

Bai Bing looked at it and nodded with satisfaction. As expected, he did inherit the ability to "modify memory".

Of course, he couldn't conjure up a million spirit stones out of thin air, he just made it up.

"Golden Crow Insect Territory, that's all."

He wondered, should he force them out of the wormland to make them doubt life?

Suddenly, his heart and soul trembled, and when he looked up, the sky was dark in the distance, and black fire was surging.

An incomparably dark aura was coming from the direction of the Golden Crow. Something opened its eyes, opened its fangs, and the smell of decay filled the air.

"Brother, I was wrong."

Bai Bing's face changed slightly, does this Golden Crow have bad breath?

But immediately his face changed again. In the other direction, a golden light rose up on the horizon, and the Divine Phoenix Clan was on its way to come on horseback.

Bai Bing looked at it, is this why the ancestor Nanxuan has been hiding?

Do I have to hide myself too?

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