Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Time flickers.

The mountains are majestic and stretched out in front of you like a picture scroll.

Once again, I came to this unfamiliar place. If there are always strange things happening, this place is still very good.

"Go to Kuohai Peak, the Holy Son is on the mountain, I have already informed them, you go with me."

The protector of the soil line said plainly, waved his sleeves, and appeared on the top of the mountain.

Bai Bing looked at it, originally wanted to see acquaintances, but it seemed that they were not willing to let go, so they had to give up.

He glanced at it, and the structure of this mountain was also very simple, with a few stone tables and small pavilions, that's all.

However, he could vaguely sense that someone was visiting, and he wanted to come to the Holy Son to get sick, and he received a lot of attention.

Following the road, I came to a small attic, and someone came to greet me.

The visitor was a middle-aged man. He glanced at Bai Bing with a cold expression, "Are you that magic stick?"

Bai Bing nodded, "Yes, he is good at chasing corpses."

"Humph."

The middle-aged man fluttered his sleeves and said coldly, "I'm his father, you can come with me.

However, the origin of you is unknown. I advise you not to have any careful thoughts. If you can really solve the problem, you can do whatever you want.

But if you have the intention to do harm, you don't have to go back today. "

"I didn't want to go back today." Bai Bing smiled, "But I'm really moved by the hospitality."

The middle-aged man waved his hand with a cold face, and then two male waiters appeared beside Bai Bing, walking behind him, holding a black cloth in his hand.

"What do you mean?" Bai Bing looked cold.

"The Holy Son's condition is not good, and it is suspected that there are monsters at work. He is protected in the magic circle. The magic circle contains heavenly secrets, and the solution of the circle cannot be seen by outsiders." The father of the Holy Son said.

Bai Bing was unmoved and watched calmly.

Who the **** is asking for medical treatment?

The Protector Tu Xing spoke slowly and explained, "After all, I am eager to read the child, and the safety of the holy child is very important. If you can solve the problem, I will not treat you badly."

What sings black face and white face.

Bai Bing took a black cloth and covered his eyes.

joke.

Am I bothered to peek at this thing?

I use divine sense.

After a while, he felt extremely deep and obscure spiritual power fluctuations.

Then, in a daze, he found that he couldn't keep up. It was like picking up a pen, and he couldn't understand math class anymore.

Forget it, don't watch it, I'm not interested.

Then, the black cloth was untied, and Bai Bing saw that there was a small hall around, with a bed and incense burning around it. At the end of the wall, there were statues of gods, incense offerings, and even traces of practices.

Bai Bing was startled, is this cultivator also superstitious?

"Don't watch what you shouldn't see."

The father of the holy son said coldly, "The holy son is on the bed, and now he has fallen asleep. Come here, seal the cultivation base, and go check it out."

This time Bai Bing finally frowned, "Would you like to cut your tongue first, and then talk to me?"

"What did you say?"

Bai Bing suddenly felt the surrounding temperature drop suddenly.

What central air conditioner.

Bai Bing used his cultivation base, and the fire of the Vermillion Bird broke out, directly breaking through the suppression of his domain, making him take a few steps back, and his face changed.

"So bold! Take it for me!"

"Hold on."

The Protector Tuxing smiled and persuaded, "The sickness of the Holy Son is important, don't delay because of some trivial matters.

It doesn't matter if the cultivation base is not sealed, so as not to affect the use of hands and feet. "

Bai Bing sneered and looked at the Father of the Holy Son, "Your cultivation is really normal, which makes me wonder if you have blood worthy of me."

The Father of the Holy Son looked gloomy, but he still calmed down and threw his hands at the Tuxing Dharma Protector, "I hope to take care of you for one or two."

Bai Bing was allowed to go to investigate.

The curtain was opened, and a young man lay upright on the bed.

His appearance is quite heroic, but his face is bloodless, and he can vaguely feel that the powerful energy is sealed in the body, which is very disordered.

With just one glance, he judged that the situation was similar to Li Lin.

[Insect Swarm Code: Divine Phoenix]

[Blood Level: SSS+]

[Matching the "Dove occupying a magpie's nest" plan...]

[Successful matching, this host worm is suitable as a suppression scheme]

Bai Bing used the system to detect for a moment, and probably knew it in his heart.

The Divine Phoenix Clan can still do it, and it is the bloodline of the top Sequence Two with just a tap. Except for the corpse, it basically surpasses the previous era.

Unlike him, he worked hard for a year or two to upgrade from a D-level bloodline to SSS-.

Then, Bai Bing felt uneasy.

The big fat worm is about to move, it feels, and realizes that this is a powerful food.

And hot mouth.

The tentacles rose from the shadows, staring at the fire of the Vermillion Bird, splitting out fangs.

The so-called enemy is only the difference between what you can eat now and what you can eat in the future.

Seeing this thing is not pleasing to the eye, and when it is suppressed together, it will be the time for it to emerge.

Bai Bing stopped Saint Son's wrist and released it after a while.

"How's it going?" The Protector of Tuxing came and asked with concern.

Bai Bing pondered for a moment, "It's a little troublesome..."

"Can it be cured?"

"It can be cured..."

"Don't hesitate to speak, is there no one in your family to teach you?" the Son's father said coldly.

Bai Bing calmly said with a smile: "I have already found out his condition and it can be cured, but he needs some extra medicine.

And this, I don't have it, I can only rely on the seniors. "

He looked at the Father of the Son and said.

Holy Son's father frowned, "What kind of medicine do you need? Just say it."

My dignified Divine Phoenix Clan, as long as there are divine medicines in this world, there is nothing that cannot be obtained.

"Your true blood." Bai Bing said.

"What's so difficult about that?" The Son's father rolled up his sleeves, "How much?"

"A bucket?"

"..." The Son's father said indifferently: "You put this aside to entertain me?"

I haven't heard that true blood is measured by a bucket. What does this mean, watering flowers or taking a bath?

Bai Bing was embarrassed, "Actually, even if it's a bucket, I'm not sure.

You think, the situation of the Holy Son belongs to the lack of blood, which must be made up by blood.

You are a close relative, and your bloodline is the most suitable, but to be honest, your bloodline is still inferior to that of the Holy Son.

All I can say is that the more blood medicine is used, the better the recovery.

If you think one bucket is difficult, then less is better...but how effective it is, I can only put that aside in advance. "

The Father of the Son was silent for a while.

It does make some sense.

Just this description... Compare the old man's true blood to swill? There is no reason!

That's all, the object of comparison is his own son, so I won't bother with him for now. This kid has no tutoring, so bear with him.

"Are you sure you don't want to steal my true blood?" He was still worried.

Bai Bing looked at him with the eyes of an idiot.

Only then did the father of the Holy Son remembered that he had already had a short contest. This son's bloodline was extraordinary, and he was indeed a bit demonic, so he changed his words:

"I mean, why didn't Li Lin ever need it?"

Bai Bing said slowly: "She is a wild girl, her bloodline can be compared with that of the Holy Son?"

Too.

The Father of the Son hesitated for a moment, "Then you can give me the exact number, and I will give it to you."

It's worth the effort for my son.

If you dare to lie~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I will kill him.

Bai Bing was also embarrassed, "Then half a bucket, I try to get him back to his peak state..."

The Tuxing Protector said, "According to me, that plan is coming soon, and at this critical moment, there is no room for failure.

The old man protects your heart and veins for you, so you can rest assured. "

The Father of the Holy Son no longer hesitated, "Okay, you will wait a moment."

The earth line protector breathed a sigh of relief.

If it can be cured, it is naturally the best.

If it is not cured, this kid's life will be put on hold today.

As for true blood, good steel is used on the blade, and Tu'er's father is eager to love his son, which is all right.

I'll do it myself.

...

Shortly after.

"Wait, don't stumble."

The Tuxing Protector supported the Father of the Son and walked slowly.

The latter's face was bloodless, his breath was extremely weak, and he was weak. He glared at Bai Bing indifferently, and his speech was soft and weak.

"Oh, slow down, old man, don't fall."

Bai Bing felt a little distressed, thinking that even though he was scolded a few words, it was a bit too much to draw all his blood as a punishment.

Knowing that he was so concerned about the Son, he took the soil to protect the Dharma.

"The real blood is drawn, you can use it right away."

The earth-walking protector gave an extra-large porcelain bottle, and the spiritual power fluctuated tremendously. The surface of the porcelain jade seemed to have liquid flow lines. At first glance, it was a good thing that could keep the divinity from being lost.

Bai Bing took it, and was even more surprised. This thing is still a storage space, which is better than the chaotic bottle.

It's fine, it's mine.

Bai Bing took away the bottle, "The two of you, please turn your screens away, don't disturb, just wait for the good news."

The Father of the Holy Son had to say two sentences, but his true blood was exhausted and he couldn't move. He had to look at Bai Bing indifferently and retreat together.

Rumble.

The door closed, and the defense formation started.

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