Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

The Son of God woke up from a daze.

He opened his eyes and felt his body heavy. Looking down, the penetrating wound was still there, but he didn't make a hissing sound, but his intestines flowed out.

There wasn't much pain, he just felt a little numb in his body.

He was still in the dark withered forest, but the giant dragon was gone, and neither was Bai Bing, who was chasing him.

Then he found that the magical storage tool and the protective equipment on his body were also missing, so he had to take off the cloth strips on his body with a squeak, simply wrap his abdomen, and stumbled to his feet.

"Bai Bing, I'm still alive, then you're dead." He said indifferently to himself.

He wasn't very worried about the injury, it was just a mortal wound. His powerful Divine Phoenix physique had experienced countless more fatal wounds.

As long as you get out of here, everything can be salvaged.

"My communication tool is also gone."

He touched his body and found that the storage ring was missing, and he couldn't do it even if he wanted to heal, not to mention contacting the clan and wanting Bai Bing.

After getting up and walking a few steps, he felt something wrong with his body again.

"Why can't the injury recover?"

He lowered his head and tore off the cloth again. The wound on his abdomen was still bleeding slowly, and there were even signs of infection and smell, but it did not heal quickly, which was very abnormal.

Is my bloodline power sealed?

He runs his mind and perceives his own cultivation, but it feels like a depleted river, and the exuberant vitality can no longer be felt.

"It must be sealed, that nail is a magic weapon." The Holy Son thought so.

He recalled that he encountered the giant dragon before, and then it rushed over, and then fell directly into a coma.

In the dark, the giant dragon seemed to want to eat him, but he didn't eat it completely, but took something from his body.

He now feels like something is missing from his body.

something very important.

"No, I have to go back and look for it."

He muttered to himself, dragging his heavy steps, wandering around blankly.

Fortunately, he found some scattered medicinal pills, grabbed them, and swallowed them quickly.

The breath gradually eased.

This made him gradually calm down. Although he couldn't contact the clan, there were many friends here. They knew the battle and just needed to wait here for rescue.

Suddenly, he calmly thought for a while.

"Han Mo suffered, and Ye Wuchen is gone, so An Yingqiu... I'm afraid she would like to see my jokes, right?

The clansmen are too far away, this kind of land of right and wrong, who will help me? "

He was suddenly a little confused, and suddenly realized that there were not many people around him to rely on, and it was impossible to count on them to help now.

"In the future, we need to cultivate some absolutely loyal henchmen." He whispered to himself, making this review.

But misfortune did not come singly. He found that his strength just recovered a little, but it was rapidly passing away, and his vitality was also fading. He was like a leaking ball that could not be filled up.

This feeling of dying made him panic again.

Why didn't I recover by myself? Where is my Divine Phoenix bloodline?

Finally, he found a bead in the mud, and he recognized that it was a pair of matching communication beads that could contact a person—

Zhao Hao.

"Need him help?"

After thinking for a moment, he still held the last hope, crushed the bead, then leaned on the stump and waited silently, he could no longer allow his vitality to flow away.

Unexpectedly, at the moment of desperation, he actually asked for help.

I do not know how long it has been.

There was a sound of breaking wind around, and the son raised his guard, and then saw a familiar person.

Zhao Hao.

"Are you, Holy Son?" Zhao Hao was also very surprised, looking at the blood-drenched, muddy man in front of him, he almost didn't recognize him.

I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you pulling like this?

Didn't you hear that Bai Bing was going to kill him before? Then go to war?

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao's heart trembled violently, and he took a deep breath. That Bai Bing was so terrifying that he actually defeated the Holy Son. The gap was really getting bigger and bigger. ..

He secretly clenched his fists, he was still calm and confident, he could feel his strength increasing step by step, this feeling made him feel at ease and at ease.

Now, he is no longer as impulsive as before, rashly confronting that person, and he will not be easily defeated.

Try your hardest, don't deceive me, Zhao Hao's skills are not as good as others, see you in ten years.

"Zhao Hao."

Saint Son's eyes regained some brilliance, and said weakly: "Is there a communication tool to contact my clan?"

"Yes." Zhao Hao said.

"Give it to me." Saint Son said.

Zhao Hao took it out. He spent a period of time in the Divine Phoenix Clan, benefited a lot, and also had some friends.

The holy son took the communication tool, contacted the junior brother, said something calmly, and then cut off.

Finally at ease.

"Holy Son, you are fighting against Bai Bing, have you lost the battle?" Zhao Hao couldn't help asking.

The Holy Son got up and staggered, Zhao Hao hurriedly helped him.

Zhao Hao was convinced of this fact when he found that the Son of God didn't speak, and wanted to know how Bai Bing defeated the Son of Heaven, the strongest young genius in the world, but he was afraid of hurting Son's self-esteem. ask:

"How did you get beaten up like this?"

The Holy Son took a step.

The body suddenly began to tremble.

Anger, shock, sadness, and mixed emotions made him feel dizzy.

Then came that terribly weak feeling again.

His eyes were dark, and his vitality was rapidly draining.

"You rest first, don't be in a hurry." Zhao Hao said quickly.

He was a little worried when he saw Saint Son's dead face, don't die here, I, Zhao Hao, are innocent, and I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it clearly at that time.

"Junior Brother Hao." The Son suddenly said.

"What's wrong?"

The Son said, "My bloodline power seems to have been lost and cannot be recovered now."

Zhao Hao said: "No hurry, wait for your clan to come, and it's not too late to take care of him when you go back."

"It's Senior Brother, I wrongly blamed you. I shouldn't have doubted you over and over again. That Bai Bing is really not a good thing," said the Holy Son.

When Zhao Hao heard this, he clenched his fists, and then let go.

"Forget it, my grievance with that Bai Bing is really too deep, it's hard to tell clearly, it's normal for the Holy Son to doubt it, and many people have doubted it before, but I don't care much about it."

"Would you like to help me and do a career?"

The Holy Son said calmly, "I understand now that some people in the clan are unreliable after all.

I've been missing for so long, but you're the only one looking for me. "

Adversity sees the truth, and the battle between him and Bai Bing is not small. Those senior brothers in the clan who admire him are missing. If they had the heart, someone would have found him long ago.

Too bad there isn't one.

When Zhao Hao heard this, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he said calmly, "Naturally willing."

He could already foresee that Bai Bing was wanted by the Divine Phoenix Clan and killed.

This is what you asked for.

"Then would you like to do me a favor?" the Son continued.

"May the liver and brain be on the ground!" Zhao Hao said in a deep voice.

"it is good."

The Holy Son looked at him, "It's like this, it seems that my true essence can't support the arrival of the clansmen. Can you contribute some bloodline power to awaken the true blood of the Divine Phoenix for me and repair my body?"

Zhao Hao was taken aback, "I can't do this."

"Don't worry, I have a secret technique that can absorb the power of blood. You don't have to do anything, just cooperate."

Draw blood power?

Zhao Hao asked, "Do you mean to draw my blood? Will this affect Daoji?"

"If I were of the Hui clan, I would make it up to you tenfold." The Son of God said.

Zhao Hao thought for a while, "Senior brother, I have lost some blood recently, and my blood is mixed, I'm afraid it will contaminate your divine blood."

"You don't have to worry about that."

Zhao Hao decisively refused and took a step back~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Holy Son, please think again. "

"You said that your heart is on the ground, and you are loyal?" The Holy Son's face turned cold.

Zhao Hao also froze, "Does the Holy Son think I'm stupid? What is the bloodline? How can it be easily repaired if it is damaged?

Then Peak Master Wangtian fulfilled his promise to draw blood for you, but he has not recovered. Do you think I, Zhao Hao, can be deceived? "

If you want blood, there is no door.

He deeply knows that only being strong is the right path, and it is impossible to overdraft oneself in exchange for trust. Is it easy for me to cultivate so far?

"You keep saying that you are loyal to me, but you can't even do this. What's the use of you?"

The Holy Son looked at him indifferently, and a golden flame gradually burned in his eyes, "Or, do you think that I am now seriously injured, so you can speak to me unscrupulously?"

A suffocating suffocation is condensing.

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