Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Zhongzhou.

On the outskirts of Fang City, there is a small sect.

At this moment, a paper figure floated in the air like a fallen leaf and fell to the ground.

When the wind blew, the paper figurine swelled rapidly and turned into a young monk. With a dignified expression, he walked along the path.

"Zhao Yang, you are finally here."

There was a group of people in the room, and he said, "I heard that something happened to the Xilingjie branch, what's going on?"

That young cultivator was Zhao Yang, the helm of the Wuji Sect, the helm of Xiling Realm.

"There have been some ominous signs recently." Zhao Yang said, "There seems to be a strange movement of the insect swarm.

I found that there were some sects that I had never heard of in the register of the evil cultivators. "

The Taoist frowned, "You can even make a mistake in the register? Go home and grow sweet potatoes."

"It's you who should go home and grow sweet potatoes." Zhao Yang snorted coldly, "You don't even know what this means, it seems that you are really a layman."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhao Yang said, "It's the 'worm swarm rule', the phenomenon recorded in the history books has appeared, and the real worm swarm disaster is coming.

Usually only three or two sects disappear from memory every year, but this time only three days have passed, and there are seventeen sects directly missing.

I wonder if this is related to the awakening of the Suzaku clan, which stimulated the insects of all clans?

This kind of thing has been recorded in the ancient books of the fallen immortals. We have formulated a response plan, but after all, we have never really encountered it. I think it is very bad, what do you think? "

The Taoist was shocked, "Well, I understand, so I don't think it's good."

Zhao Yang glanced at him, "Then what do you think is a good suggestion?"

"..."

The Taoist frowned and said, "Why do you have something to say, I was just sent by the headquarters to support you, do you want to fight and kill or kidnap?"

With a clatter, he took out the sack, red, yellow, white, green and blue, and the colors changed.

"When we meet for the first time, let me introduce myself first." The Taoist said, "This Taoist is the right protector of the Promise Sect. He is good at assassination, stealing, inquiring about news, keeping his mouth shut, not drinking alcohol, and not touching drugs. He is absolutely reliable."

"Vulgar people."

Zhao Yang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "The Heavenly King Gai Dihu."

"Legend of thunder, grass and electricity."

The Taoist blurted out, "If you have something to say, don't mother-in-law and mother-in-law be like a bitch, why is it necessary to be so cautious?"

Zhao Yang was relieved, so he took off his jacket and exposed his chest.

The Taoist stared at him, "Although you're not a girl, you don't have to prove it... This Taoist is not good at dry roads, and you are too thin."

"Stupid, read the words."

The Taoist looked at it and found a lot of words densely written on it.

"The situation is urgent, so I have to write directly on the paper figurines. These are the sects that have disappeared in the last three days."

Zhao Yang said in a deep voice, "Since you don't understand, then I'll tell you the truth. Listen carefully, these are absolute secrets, and they will kill people if they are released.

Those ancient races, under certain conditions, will mutate...

Under the stimulation of certain factors, they will slaughter all living beings as food, and it is best to cultivate evilly.

And after they destroy a sect, they often choose to modify their memories and let the whole world forget them, which we call spiritual pollution..."

After quietly listening to Zhao Yang, the Taoist was gradually shocked.

"So, these sects are actually within our Promise Sect Alliance, but they were attacked and killed.

And we... have all been modified memory? "

There is something so outrageous in the world.

This seat is here, who can change my memory?

who?

"When I appeared here and opened my mouth, you were already polluted," Zhao Yang said.

The Taoist put away the sack with a solemn expression.

"Contagious memory pollution... If you say that, isn't it incomprehensible?"

Zhao Yang said, "It's been an incomprehensible thing since ancient times, why do you think the Fallen Immortal disappeared? Nothing remains?

The only thing we can do now is to dissolve the block, immediately go into the dark, and disconnect from each other.

Then wait to die, or wait to live.

It is a pity that the insect field carried by an ancient race means death by touch, and no prey has ever come out alive, you can only beg that you will not encounter it. "

The Taoist frowned deeper and deeper, "I want to discuss it with the headquarters."

This is a major event related to the entire evil cultivator force. The Promise Sect Alliance is too huge. I don't know how long it will take to notify an order.

Who would have thought that the Vermillion Bird Clan had just awakened unexpectedly, thinking that this was the beginning of a catastrophe.

"Faster."

Zhao Yang said: "Perhaps when we were talking, a certain branch was disappearing.

Maybe the next moment, they will come to the door. "

"What a joke."

The Taoist said, but his hands were not slow. He took out the communication tool and was about to move it, but suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?"

The voice just fell.

There were wisps of black fog on the ground.

These fogs didn't diffuse in from outside the room, like they appeared out of thin air, in the water glass, in the corner of the wall... They quickly diffused and filled the entire room.

The Taoist raised his head suddenly, it was already dark outside, and a black fire was burning on the ground.

In the darkness, there were shadows shaking and the sound of low footsteps.

The Taoist was stunned for a moment, "Isn't this, just the insect domain from the ancient race you said?"

Zhao Yang looked at the black mist, "Maybe, maybe?"

"It's not possible, you **** crow mouth."

The Taoist looked solemn, "My cultivation has been suppressed.

Let’s just say, since you came with a problem, there must be a solution. "

Zhao Yang said, "How do I know, it's the first time I've met."

"Hey, this world is really interesting, then let's die together." The Taoist said, he had already determined that it was very strange.

Figures flickered outside, and he could see numb faces. They walked very slowly, like puppets being manipulated. According to his years of experience in pretending to be dead, they were definitely not pretending, because no one played it better than him. better.

Zhao Yang said sadly, "It's a pity, you just lost one life, but I have to lose a precious paper figurine."

Hold.

As soon as the Taoist thought of this, his heart was extremely uncomfortable, and he quickly took out a round black bead, "I can only try this."

"what is this?"

"Tongtianzhu, a treasure that was exchanged from the head of the Fighting Bug Gang. I heard that when you fall into a dead place, you can send a signal to ask for help, ignoring all mental shields."

Saying that, the Taoist crushed the beads.

Then, nothing happens.

"How could this be?" The Taoist frowned, he didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation.

"It's a fake."

"Impossible. Although Xiao Shou of the insect-fighting gang is average in strength, his credit is good. I have never heard of him selling fake things."

Zhao Yang looked at the slag, "Is it possible, because those people are dead and have no chance to say?"

The Taoist thought for a while, took out the Qiankun bag, and looked at the dark fog outside. "That's the fight."

As an evil cultivator, he was already prepared to die at any time.

"I can't help you too much. I'm thinking of a fake body. Let's try it out for you first. I can only do so much."

As Zhao Yang spoke, he stepped out of the threshold and walked out against the black mist.

"Huo, who am I? It turned out to be the Golden Crow."

"I want to try, what is the sacredness of the rules of the swarm in this forbidden language.

I'm going. "

He stared at it for a moment, then suddenly shot.

Bang!

A punch hit a strong cultivator, and the Jinwu cultivator shook his body, stopped, and lowered his head.

Afterwards, Zhao Yang saw that his arm quickly filled with black mist, began to rot, and pieces of paper fell.

"Their bodies are cursed and untouchable."

"Brother, go, take care."

After saying these words, his entire body was filled with black mist, and his figure became abstract lines, gradually returning to the shape of a paper man.

The cultivator stretched out his hand and grabbed the paper figurine, with a puzzled look in his eyes, and a strange light flickered. He didn't seem to understand why the white man turned into paper.

The dull footsteps sounded, and seven or eight monks came around, tore the paper figurines to shreds, mixed them into paper balls, and ate them.

They seemed to feel cheated, so they began to look for their targets again, and quickly locked on the Taoist.

However, there was a Jinwu cultivator who was shocked and started to babble in his mouth. He ate the head and brain of the paper figurine, his eyes were burning, and he became more spiritual.

Then, the black mist surged, and more than a dozen people disappeared quietly and walked into the distance.

And hundreds of miles away, somewhere in the formation at the bottom of the lake.

Zhao Yang's real body suddenly opened his eyes, terrified.

"No, I was perceived!"

...

"Have you noticed that the soul is connected?"

The Taoist looked at it and could easily guess the truth. He sighed with emotion: "Sure enough, we are brothers, we live and die together. Although my heart is really comfortable, you don't need to do this."

"Then it's my turn."

The Taoist looked calm, took out the Qiankun bag, and walked away.

Not to be touched.

It can be traced back to the source according to all clues.

Is this the power of the rules of the swarm?

This is too incomprehensible and despairing, even if he is a master of the Nascent Soul.

He took out a piece of paper, bit his finger and quickly wrote some words, and then laughed loudly: "Then I will also be a fire passer, and write down the death of Ben Dao to warn future generations."

"receive."

After writing, he threw the Qiankun bag into the air, spit out a word, and the Qiankun bag quickly grew larger, higher than the house, and the interior was dark, covering everyone.

He's ready for a last-ditch effort.

"bundle."

When he opened his mouth again, Qiankun's pocket was closed, but he suffered resistance.

sizzle.

A hand with black claws tore open the bag~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and they came out.

"All the rules related to Taoism will be suppressed in the insect domain..." The Taoist's face remained unchanged, and he wrote again in blood.

Then he picked up a branch, poked it hard, and nailed the paper to the door panel crookedly, and the blood on the handwriting was crookedly flowing down.

Finally, he took a deep breath, drew his sword, and rushed forward without turning back.

My generation of evil cultivators will never wait for death.

"Are you sick?"

Suddenly a voice came, and the Taoist was stunned. Are there still living people here?

Looking along the voice, he saw a man with a mask on his face. From the voice, he was relatively young.

His face was half red and half white, and his smiling face looked strange under the black mist.

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