Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

"I saw the legendary monster just now." A disciple looked at the horizon with a solemn expression.

"Where?"

The other disciples were also vigilant. According to the previous trial information, this trial road was not very dangerous, but those big monsters were one of them.

The elders said that if you encounter those unclean things, you must not approach them, and you must retreat.

After all, we are here to try, not to risk death.

Who likes to do that kind of thing.

It is said that the people of the Divine Phoenix Clan love to do things.

The disciple pointed in one direction, "I saw that they grabbed some demon beasts, like demon apes, and I picked up a sword."

Bai Bing said, "Let me see."

The disciple took out the sword.

This is a simple short sword with a picture of beasts engraved on it, but the sword was twisted by some force, and the scabbard was broken into twists, and there were still black fingerprints on it.

Why do I always feel that this sword is a bit familiar...

Bai Bing straightened the sword, barely pulled out the hilt, the blade was clean and bright, it seemed that the lost person had no chance to shoot.

Which unfortunate one was caught by the Insect Domain again?

He looked at it for a moment, suddenly noticed the small pendant on the hilt, and his eyes shrank suddenly.

On the pendant was a thumb-sized fox mask, very delicate, like it was carved from shells.

Heaven and earth are clear!

He was familiar with this mask. Tiandiqing used it as a symbol and often left such traces on the Zerg hosts they hunted. Zhao Hongxue also wore such a mask.

Bai Bing suddenly stood up, "How long ago did you see it?"

The disciple said, "Just now, but they ran so fast."

"I'm going to go." Bai Bing immediately set off.

Li Minghao frowned, "You have a lot of things to do, do you want to cause us trouble?"

"I didn't let you go again."

Bai Bing said: "You guys are waiting for me here, I will be back in half an hour."

"No." Li Minghao insisted on refusing.

This is a rule, and the clan warns that if you encounter such a thing, you must leave as soon as possible.

So Bai Bing took out the account book.

Li Minghao's expression changed, "I'm just worried about your safety, you can do whatever you want!

Grass, didn't I say let you do whatever you want? "

Bai Bing opened the account book and found his name, but was stunned.

[Li Minghao: Zheng Gong]

"You actually have a criminal record? It's still eight bars." Bai Bing asked, "How did you do it?"

Li Minghao sneered, "It's not very simple, it just came out after four months, and it has been eliminated five times, and there are only eight left.

Otherwise, you can record it twice, and there is a discount for the whole package, which is cost-effective. "

Ah this...Bai Bing was speechless and couldn't bear it for a while.

"Forget it, you behave well, I will try to help you get rid of it three times." Bai Bing said.

He then left and swept in the direction he was pointing at. The surrounding fog closed, and soon no one was seen.

However, there is location sensing on the handed out cards, so as long as it's not too far away, it's fine to come back.

In front of you is a deserted street, silent and shrouded in black fog.

The left and right houses are neat, but there are no signs of dilapidation. There are many small shops, the doors are open, but no one is there, and there are even candles inside, emitting a cold and faint light.

It's just that on the street and under the eaves, you can always see some blurry black figures shaking.

You can still vaguely hear whispering voices, which are very close, but also seem to be far away.

There are stalls on the street, windmills are spinning, wind chimes are blown, and the crisp sound echoes throughout the street, as if this is not a street, but an open, closed space.

"Taotie?"

Bai Bing secretly became vigilant. He always felt that the smell was a little familiar. Didn't the gluttonous insects be cleaned up?

Suddenly, he saw someone flashing by on a street corner in the distance, turned into a small alley, and chased after him.

When I looked at it, there was no alley, just a wall, painted with white lime, with gray-brown mold growing on the roots of the wall, and some green moss.

There is a picture on the wall, a black sun, or a hole.

Bai Bing touched the painting, it felt hard and cold, except that it was brightly colored, as if it had just been painted, there was nothing special about it.

With a slight jump, he came to the other side of the wall, which was a warehouse with a lot of wood piled up.

Walking towards the room, there are many coffins, both mahogany and black wood, and they are neatly placed.

But these coffins were all opened, the lids were broken, and there were black fingerprints and paw prints on them, like they were burnt.

Looking into the coffin, I saw a black coffin nail stuck upright in the coffin, deeply embedded in the coffin, with bloodstains on it, and a faint stench inside.

[Blood level: S+]

He used the system to test it and found that it turned out to be the blood left by the S-class parasite host. This coffin contained the host of the ancient race?

He of S+ only knows the Suzaku clan.

"No." He took a white cloth from the counter, wiped the blood, and found that the blood level of S+ could still be detected.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw some broken fabrics where the coffin was nailed, which was forcibly torn off, and it was soaked with blood and unidentified mucus.

"This coffin nail may be holding something, but it escaped." Bai Bing said to himself.

He remembered the nail in his hand again, and felt similar to it, but he used the system to detect the blood level, and it was three question marks.

Suddenly he noticed that most of the coffin shells were stuck with a piece of paper with red letters on white paper, which seemed to be labels.

【Zhang Panshi of Wujizong】

[Wujizong's identity is unknown]

"Is it the Promise Sect again?" He glanced at it, feeling strange.

What is the situation of this Promise Sect? It's weird.

Forget about them, he was thinking about the heaven and earth in his heart.

"Those people don't look like they're here."

The sense of danger was gradually disappearing, and he seemed to be lost.

Looking back, the dark fog outside is also slowly dissipating, and it is about to disappear.

"No, the problem is on that wall."

Bai Bing quickly left the coffin shop, jumped back, came under the wall, and saw the black sun.

On the empty street, dark shadows gradually increased.

The windmill was still spinning, and the sound of the wind chimes was still crisp, but the echo gradually diminished and was about to disappear.

"I dismantled you."

Not understanding what this was, he shot directly and punched the wall, ready to perform a miracle.

Bang!

A dull sound appeared, and that weird feeling felt like it was banging on whose back?

The black sun gradually wriggled, and black flames burned around him. A dangerous breath came quietly. He felt that something was staring at him.

Golden Crow?

Is it the Jinwu people foraging for food? He captured the people of Tiandiqing without even letting go of the corpse in the coffin?

With a coax, the fire of Suzaku burned around him, slowly but surely dispelling the black flame, and the black sun in front of him also burned.

It is said that the Golden Crow Clan has an ascendant with a bloodline level of S, which is a relatively young ancient race. In terms of background, it is actually not comparable to the Suzaku Clan.

Therefore, he is not afraid of the suppression of the Golden Crow Insect Territory. Even if he encounters danger, he still has a small stone tablet that he can call his parents.

The black flame disappeared, and the black sun suddenly wriggled, expanding like a black hole, swallowing the white ice.

...

The streets were quiet again.

Gradually, the dark fog dissipated, and sunlight poured in.

The silhouettes that can be seen on the street are also becoming clearer.

The whispers gradually increased, turning into clamor and shouting.

In just a few moments ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ people appeared one after another, pedestrians, carriages, hawkers, and children.

They were walking on the road, talking and laughing.

The windmill was still spinning, and nothing happened.

In the coffin shop, a shadow gradually became clear in the corner. It was an old man who was the owner of the coffin shop.

Seeing that the lids of the neat coffins were all opened and the sawdust shattered, his face turned pale.

He rolled and climbed to the counter, stretched out his hand tremblingly, took out a communication instrument from a wooden box, and urged it according to the instructions of a cultivator.

"Sir, it's not good..."

"Yes, is it the Lord of the Promise Sect? I'm the owner of the Shixian coffin shop."

"I told you, you brought the body for burial, he, he ran away with the corpse..."

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