Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

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This is too decisive, with a wave of his hand, he does not take away a single divine pill.

Is there something wrong with this magic pill?

Impossible, this divine pill is very good, even if it loses its spirituality, it has extremely high value.

He said that the body is the seed... Could it be that this is the reason why the strength of this evil cultivator is so tyrannical?

This daring, this courage, this mind... make them feel ashamed and awe-inspiring.

"Senior brother, I understand. Master said that cultivation is not about taking drugs, but to lay a solid foundation. Now I finally understand the truth." Someone looked at Bai Bing's back and said ashamed.

"One thing to say, this evil cultivator can have the ability today, and he truly deserves his name. I also want to take the road of using my body as a seed, and only rely on myself to become stronger."

"Senior brother, you finally understand, then let me collect this medicine pill."

"I just said casually, I have to take this psychic thing back and honor it to Master."

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Bai Bing continued to walk forward, observing from both sides.

An argument started behind him, and then a fight broke out.

He didn't care about that, because there were even stranger things ahead.

There are corpses on the ground.

These corpses were lying in the corners of the walls, in the cracks between the experimental benches, and they were still wearing white and yellowed protective clothing.

But when he came over, there was a gust of wind, and the clothes fell apart like burnt paper ashes.

At first, the man's skin was a normal yellow and white complexion. As soon as it encountered the air, it quickly turned black and corrupted, and soon turned into a dry and dark corpse, like a mummy.

Yang Fei was shocked, "Is this the Fallen Immortal? Sure enough, it will change color."

"You know the shit! It's because the corpse is oxidized when exposed to the air. Haven't you ever robbed a tomb?" Skull scolded.

Bai Bing was shocked, shouldn't I be the one who said this?

You have also received nine years of compulsory education?

"Heh, are you shocked? These are all things I read from the books left by the fallen immortals, right?" The head sneered disdainfully.

Bai Bing said: "You seem to know a lot."

"Nonsense, the old man was studying the language of the fallen immortals for more than a hundred years before he was able to participate in the fortune.

In this world, when it comes to understanding the fallen immortals, this old man ranks second, but no one dares to say the first.

I might as well tell you that this Fallen Immortal also has a magical power of arithmetic, which the old man has learned for decades, and it is only a few percent of his comprehension.

You can talk about the sum of numbers within 1,000. The old man doesn’t need an abacus. "

"I don't believe it." Yang Fei thought about the number at random and asked, "How much is five hundred seventy-two plus two hundred and fifty-nine?"

"Eight hundred and thirty-one."

Yang Fei was surprised, "Although I didn't count it, I feel that what I said was right."

He was going to go back and get an abacus to make sure.

Bai Bing thought about it, nodded and said, "That's right."

The head sneered, "That's natural... No, how do you know right or wrong?"

"..." Bai Bing said: "This world is indeed declining, but senior is indeed smarter than Yang Fei."

Yang Fei was dissatisfied, "How about this thing? Is it useful for combat?"

The head was really caught by the question, and he sneered: "Just to give an example, I will use your hand to deduce magical powers, but this old man knows the big secret of the ruins of the fallen immortals!

Do you know that this fallen immortal has a characteristic, that is, he likes to write a diary. Do you know why? "

Yang Fei sneered, "I know a hammer, but I'm not interested. Whoever writes a diary is a serious person."

Bai Bing's heart moved, "Why is that?"

Skull said: "This old man has deciphered the language of fallen immortals for many years, and found that these fallen immortals are afraid of something, and that power will erase their memories and make them go crazy.

Therefore, the Fallen Immortals have an unwritten rule that they must use words as a carrier to record important events and serve as a 'memory anchor'.

If his memory is erased by ‘He’, he can use this anchor to find himself.

Of course, this won't necessarily work. "

Erase memory? Find yourself? Memory anchors?

Bai Bing gradually narrowed his eyes, his expression a little dignified.

This thing, he has seen from the diary of the Ruthless Sect, but it is not complete.

Could it be that the reason why those people disappeared from this world is not because of these Zerg parasites, but because there are still unknown forces in this world?

Is it also some kind of "pollution"?

How many unknowns are there in this world?

He kept walking.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped in front of a certain experimental table. The items here were very messy. Even the experimental table was mostly destroyed. The test tubes and petri dishes above were almost all broken.

He reassembled the broken plastic label and placed it on a petri dish.

【Suzaku】

[Growth stage: larvae]

【Condition: Good】

This is an entire row of test tubes, from small to large.

There was only the smallest of them, with a black mass of flesh inside it, like a dead embryo.

The other test tubes were all smashed, as if someone had taken them.

Next to it are three rows of test tubes and petri dishes as large as a fish tank.

Spell out the labels, which are:

【Blue Dragon】【White Tiger】【Xuanwu】

He pieced together the labels, and saw that [Blue Dragon] and [White Tiger] were marked with the words [Dead], and there were red crosses.

And [Suzaku] and [Xuanwu] are in normal state.

It's just that the test tube is broken, and the contents inside are all gone.

Yang Fei also saw it, "Why is there the name of the Suzaku clan here? Hey... These people are so bold, did they make the Suzaku clan a medicinal pill?

Old man, come and see if it is your heir. "

The head ignored him, this little calf's mouth is too stinky, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not as pleasing to the eye as this Bai Bing, at least not cursing.

Bai Bing was silent for a while, "It may be his ancestor."

"Fuck you motherfucker!" The head said angrily: "You two stinky boys, bullying the old man is only tall, isn't it?"

Bai Bing didn't have the time to joke, and said, "You are well-informed, but do you know the origin of the Vermillion Bird Clan?"

His head was stunned, "Do you know which monkey your ancestors changed from?"

It seems that it is really possible... Bai Bing looked at the dead embryo, the dignified Suzaku clan, at least that parasite group, may have really been born in such a place.

"Then have you heard of the Xuanwu family?" Bai Bing asked.

He has read poetry and books in Qingyunzong, and has heard of many ancient races, but he has never heard of Xuanwu.

"No."

Did he die when he escaped from the laboratory?

Bai Bing still wanted to ask, and then listened to the head: "I feel my body."

"Where?" Bai Bing asked.

If this old guy is resurrected, it will undoubtedly be a big help.

"It's not too far... It's that girl. She really found my body and is piecing it together."

Is it Li Qingsi?

Bai Bing remembered that she hadn't seen her since they met outside.

"Want to send your head over there?" Bai Bing asked.

"Forget it, it's not urgent, let's help you see if there is any way to suppress the parasite."

Bai Bing felt a little moved. In this world, there are really not many people who have cared about him.

"Hmph, don't be in a hurry to be moved, the old man just thinks you have a secret, I'm afraid your parasite will revive and die!"

Continuing to walk forward, through the doors, he came to the archives.

Or rather, the studio.

The rotten and cold breath blows.

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