Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Inside the dungeon.

It's getting busier lately.

From time to time, I see a comatose cultivator being imprisoned in, and when he wakes up, his face is stunned.

"Young, another big injustice."

Hearing the sound, a comatose teenager opened his eyes, and he found that it was dark and damp.

It feels, like, like home.

"Boy, what's your name? Which sect was arrested after awakening?" Another cultivator looked down and asked.

"Xuanwu clan, Zhao Liang." The boy said.

The cultivator was startled, and then said to the person next to him, "Brother Ye, this turned out to be from the Xuanwu clan."

Immediately, he quickly helped the young man up, "Hello, hello, I am from the Tianshan clan, and I will help you more in the future."

The Xuanwu youth looked up and found a man in black with his hands on his back, then turned around and nodded.

"It turned out to be the brother of the Xuanwu clan, I am Ye Wuchen, are you imprisoned here because of your awakening?"

"What awakening?" The boy was still confused.

At that time, he found out that there were some problems in his cultivation, and he always saw some strange things. He wanted to ask the Qing people, but when they heard about the symptoms, they beat him up.

This made him angry, so he said it again.

"Stupid, this kind of thing, don't hide it, why tell them?" Ye Wuchen sneered.

The teenager scratched his head, "But this is what they said, and I came to them when I encountered similar symptoms."

Ye Wuchen paused for a while.

"Brother Ye, they are fishing. They want all of us awakened people to throw themselves into the trap and lock us up, so they can't expose their conspiracy. It's too cruel." said the monk of the mountain tribe that day.

"What is awakening?" the boy asked.

"Come here, load the goods." Ye Wuchen waved his hand.

Someone brought the eucalyptus table over, and it was filled with all kinds of... wriggling bugs.

The young man covered his mouth, disgusted, and then his expression became ruthless, "Eat what you eat, senior brother will avenge me."

"Don't, I didn't let you eat!"

The Tianshan cultivator was shocked, why are you so honest, are you really from the Xuanwu tribe?

"This is an elixir, or in other words, insect eggs!"

When a monk came, it took a lot of effort to explain the current situation to him.

The teenager was shocked, "It turns out that this is not an illusion.

Is this evil repair? It's terrible, no, I want to tell my senior brother, he can't fall into the trap of the Qing people! "

"Can you go out in this state? Brother Ye can't go out." The monk next to him poured cold water.

The young man calmed down and looked at Ye Wuchen, "You were also tricked in like this?"

Ye Wuchen was stunned, "Of course I have a clear mind, I have been answering you here all the time, and I can't be trapped by mere little tricks."

When the boy heard it, he admired it, "My senior brother said that the Jinwu people are all wolves and phoenixes. Brother Ye is wise, and he wants to be as powerful as my senior brother."

"Who is your senior brother?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"Li Changtao." The boy said.

Night Wuchen meal.

Damn, how can you scold people behind their backs.

"Could it be that one?" The monk of the Tianshan tribe was surprised.

After being quiet for a moment, Ye Wuchen said: "Since you are here, everyone is a friend, aware of the current situation, I hope you can keep calm like me.

I have a general understanding of the situation. This Qing clan wants to use the help of the Zhongzhou clans to go out in the mountains to build momentum, and then wipe out the arrogance of us.

In this way, they are the most talented Tianjiao, and if we can't do without here, we will die.

Therefore, we must hibernate, unite, and accumulate. "

"Preparing to overthrow them together? Debunking their conspiracy?" The boy heard his blood boil.

"No, I'm ready to wait for someone to rescue me."

The boy's face collapsed, "Senior brother is so cautious, will he really come to save me?"

At this moment, the sound of the chain sounded, and the prison door opened.

A familiar figure appeared.

"Cubs, let me go out and fight head-on!

You are shameless, you engage in sneak attacks, you rubbish! "The Xuanwu youth shouted angrily.

The other monks also looked at this native of the Qing clan indifferently, and had to say that they were caught in the trap of the natives, which was an insult to life.

The leader of the Qing clan smiled, "Don't be conceited, I will let you with one hand, and you are not necessarily the enemy of unity."

As he said that, a green light appeared in his eyes, and the chaotic aura permeated his body. At the same time, his skin was split open, and the green soft body appeared like a snake, staring at the prey.

Familiar blood pressure, completely unfamiliar visual experience.

This contrast is disgusting.

"Do you know what you look like now?" Ye Wuchen stared at the leader of the Qing clan and said.

He found that the leader of the Qing clan was stronger than before.

The last time he was attacked, he only fell into this place. This time, he does not need to attack, and it is not easy to deal with.

He is rather humble.

"of course I know."

The leader of the Qing clan smiled, "But what does it matter? Since you have become evil cultivators, you don't need to care about your vision."

This made everyone silent. This is a cruel fact. They fought evil cultivators for many years, but they did not expect that they would become evil cultivators one day.

Strong sense of substitution.

If you go out, it's probably not too bad.

This made them even more worried. If they became evil cultivators, where would they go?

"Since you are clear in your heart, what are you planning?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"Of course, figure out strength, identity, and future."

The leader of the Qing clan smiled, "Stay well, great awakened ones, this world doesn't need you and can live well."

"First Evolution"

After probing about it once, he turned to leave, and then remembered something.

"Oh, yes, your clan has already come.

But they should have gone to deal with the fortune teller now.

Hey, that kid is also a disaster, let him come back to accompany you. "

The young man was furious, "Impossible, Senior Brother has special means, he will definitely find me when he comes."

The leader of the Qing clan took out a strangely shaped instrument that glowed with metallic light.

"This is a signal shielding device, an ancient magic weapon, and the immortals will not be able to perceive your location. Times have changed, stupid boy."

When the monks looked at it, Tong Kong had an earthquake.

Is this the Fallen Immortal Artifact?

Although I didn't understand what was being shielded, but I felt very powerful. So it was because of this that no clansmen came to rescue?

...

Hearing about the clues about their own disciples, the envoys of the Jinwu tribe and the monks of the Xuanwu tribe are going to look for the "fortune teller" together.

However, something unexpected happened.

Surprisingly, they found it before they even started looking.

"You're the fortune-teller?" The Golden Crow's messenger's eyes blazed with suffocation.

The Xuanwu cultivator was unremarkable, standing aside without making a statement.

Bai Bing smiled and said, "That's right~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I came here when I heard that someone framed me.

Tsk, poor fellow Daoist, being toyed with by the Qing clan. "

The emissary of the Golden Crow sneered, "They all said they were framed, who do you want me to believe?"

"Of course it's me."

"You're not ashamed, why do you believe me?"

"How about you look at me?" Bai Bing said.

The envoy of the Golden Crow took a serious look.

"Hey, you kid, your preparations are quite thoughtful, but you think that my Jinwu people judge people by their appearance? Superficial!"

The emissary of the Golden Crow sneered: "Go ahead, I will listen to your sophistry."

Bai Bing took out a map and said, "Go to this place to find it. If you can't find anyone, I will write the king's word upside down."

"Your surname is Wang? Do you dare to sign up?"

The emissary of the Golden Crow squinted, he just pretended to understand, and he had already investigated this "fortune teller".

Now, when he saw it, he knew that this person was not simple, and it gave him a huge pressure, even if his cultivation base had already entered the Nascent Soul.

He only needs a little information to roughly lock the identity of this person.

"My surname is not Wang, so what does that have to do with me?"

"..."

"Are you sure?" The messenger was holding a map. This thing was hard to recognize. The big deal was to kill it with a carbine.

It's not that I really believe him, the main thing is that this person doesn't seem to be easy to deal with.

Go back and move two rescuers.

"Sure." Bai Bing paused, "But, aren't you really evil cultivators?"

"Don't want to spit blood." The messenger scolded.

"Oh, then it's all right, I'm afraid the evil repairer has gone, but he can't come back." Bai Bing said.

At this moment, the unknown Xuanwu cultivator next to him suddenly raised his brows.

"The two of the Golden Crow, otherwise, you should go back and confirm."

...