Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

The old continent, somewhere deep in the mountains and old forests.

There is a tribe here, there are no tall buildings, only some low thatched huts.

Occasionally there are pedestrians, dressed in sackcloth and sackcloth, and sometimes children dragging the corpses of giant monsters passing by, as well as some women, smashing a large bundle of fragrant magical medicine, and lighting a fire to cook.

The rice is fragrant, the magic medicine is burning below, and the fire is very strong.

"Has everything been released?"

In a certain thatched hut, a middle-aged man asked. He had bronze skin, a hair crown, and a few tall feathers, like a leader.

"It's all released, and now there are many people from the outer continent, rushing to grab it."

There are still two-thirds of the things of that era, how should we deal with them? "A subordinate said.

The middle-aged leader said: "The rest will be discussed after they have digested them. These parasites are not common species in the Central Plains. Most people do not meet the qualifications for parasitism. ."

The subordinate said: "Do we need to come forward? Even if it is a reward, it cannot be given to them like this."

The middle-aged leader pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "First feed them, discover our value, and then we will be born, and it will not be too late to meet them."

After giving orders, the middle-aged leader came to the cellar.

I saw some huge crystals, filled like pillars, and each one had a person sealed inside.

Occasionally some fine metal utensils and even shotguns can be seen, just dusty.

"Old master."

The middle-aged leader smiled and said: "We have successfully hooked them over, and when they discover our outdoor paradise, it will be the day we were born.

We are sitting on a treasure trove, but we have been dormant here for so many years.

What is the taboo from that era, what guardian, why should we guard it? Let those Central Plains people eat and drink spicy food outside, while we dormant here day after day, year after year, just for a phantom promise? "

"You will regret this."

Suddenly there was an old voice, and then there was a clattering sound of iron chains shaking from a dark corner.

The middle-aged leader walked over with pity on his face.

The old man had gray hair and ragged clothes, and his face was kind.

"Child, stop it. Born in our tribe, you know the horror of parasites even more."

The middle-aged leader smiled and said, "I will lead our tribe to achieve an unprecedented great revival."

"You look pitiful," said the old man. "It's not power, boy, it's a trap."

"Times have changed."

The middle-aged leader said: "You have no strength, so you will be bound by an iron chain tied to a dog.

Our tribe does not use power, so we will be confined to this continent for an entire era, and sooner or later be forgotten by the world.

You often say 'mission' and 'promise', but after so many years, have they come back?

No, they are long gone, this is the era of power and supernatural power.

Times have really changed. "

The old man coughed twice and stopped talking.

...

[Awakened virus medicine has been obtained. 】

Seeing the system prompt, Bai Bing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Unlike cleaning, the matter of "awakening" is inherently complicated, and it cannot be solved by releasing a virus, although it is a necessary step.

He spent two days picking up the bodies and taking samples.

Fortunately, there are many dead here.

"It's just that in such a large area, people are too scattered, and it's a problem to want to spread."

Bai Bing pondered.

Recently, he discovered that the area is quirky.

High-level parasites are also a little more stubborn.

The most terrifying thing is that there are not many, but many kinds.

Every day, I can see a large number of monks looking for an opportunity, and then they can't bear it, and they die.

This immortal cultivator is going against the sky, and it's so outrageous.

Within two days, he has resealed seven or eight kinds of parasites, without exception, all of them are S-rank, and have a special number, and the place where they appear is very special, which is a place where practitioners are concentrated.

He increasingly doubted whether these "sealed bodies" appeared maliciously.

Walking in the jungle, not long after, he suddenly heard movement and powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

"What kind of worm was born again?"

Running quickly, he saw a corpse, hanging from a tree.

And looking at its aura... Is it from the Divine Phoenix Clan?

It's just that the corpse is in a strange state now, and its body is dyed green, like a moldy and rotten skin. There is something moving in the body, and it seems that it is another host that has been parasitized and failed.

Immediately afterwards, there was movement from other directions, it was a monk of another race.

Moreover, it is a bald head, Bai Bing looks quite familiar.

Isn't this a Taoist high-IQ talent?

"It's the skeleton of a saint!"

The bald head was overjoyed, and immediately took out the communication tool, "Come on! I found something good!"

Putting down the communication tool, his bald head and eyes were shining, he went up to look at the rotting corpse, and then suddenly saw Bai Bing, startled.

"Who is here!"

Bai Bing said: "Long time no see."

Daomen's bald head was suspicious, and then he said, "Please leave."

Bai Bing thought about what to do, but after thinking about it again, he suddenly said, "I'm here first, and you'll come later. According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, you come first, then you arrive, so it's mine."

"This..."

Daomen's bald face was embarrassed, and then he said: "The rules of the rivers and lakes, those who have a fate get it, why do you think it has a fate with you?"

Bai Bing said: "I saw first, isn't this just fate? And it's also the rules of the rivers and lakes, but you only mention that there is no fate, and you don't talk about coming first, isn't this a double standard?"

ah this...

"That's right, then I'm leaving."

The bald head scratched his head, thinking that this man's words were eloquent, but he couldn't speak to him.

Suddenly, he patted his forehead, how could I be so stupid, he said I'll leave?

Master also passed on a trick, if he can't talk about it again, it's not too late to leave.

He turned around and said with a smile:

"Donor, you are wrong."

[Mental pollution detected: cognition, please take precautions. 】

Bai Bing's eyes narrowed, and he was very old-fashioned. When he opened his mouth, he was a wise man, the kind that can tell people to death.

The bald head said: "The donor is devoted to the Tao, but never knew that even the "Dao" is a double-edged sword, and if it is not used properly, it will cause endless troubles.

In fact, there is a saying in the evil cultivator that when your cultivation becomes more advanced, your will will be distorted by what?

It's power, power, greed.

This is a mundane mortal thing, which will hinder the mind of the Tao and make you fall into a sea of ​​misery. "

Seeing that Bai Bing didn't speak, the bald head had a sad look on his face, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore.

Donor turn back, such a sin.

let me. "

After speaking, he saw that Bai Bing was not smiling, but he was indifferent.

The bald head was shocked, "Why are you so stubborn?"

Bai Bing said: "It's because you are too shallow to convince people with reason.

Your sect master didn't convince me, let alone you. "

"Ashamed."

With a bald head and an embarrassed look on his face, "My master did say so."

But he suddenly reacted, "The sect master? Who are you? Are you qualified to have the sect master preach to you?"

Bai Bing's expression didn't change, "How about Feng Li? I'm his friend."

Shaved head shocked ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Feng Li?

who is it?

Oh, the son of the gatekeeper.

The bald head immediately saluted, "It turned out to be my own, I'm rude.

Feng Li is very good now, but his temper is a bit rebellious, and he often wants to be a cultist. Fortunately, the sect master keeps him in charge. "

Bai Bing pondered, that kid went back after the disbandment of the Heavenly Evil Sect, and I should have heard that I was "dead", so I can give him a chat mirror when I have time.

The current Daomen has also entered the ranks of S-level, which may be a help in the future.

Just then, the wind came again.

Bai Bing saw that he was an acquaintance again.

Jinwu people, Ye Wuchen.

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