Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Time Worm?

Bai Bing was slightly stunned, he remembered that he had encountered such a thing in Wuyou Township, the place where Taoist Nanxuan lived.

This thing is equivalent to a memory backup. After being implanted in the brain, it will restore the memory to a certain moment after a period of time.

Because of this, Wuyou Township has always been in "reincarnation".

Why did I meet you here?

He turned his head and looked around.

It was dim, and the surrounding area was pitch-black, full of large and small graves, as well as withered vines and old trees, and there were no faint crows.

He didn't sense any signs of danger either.

He raised his vigilance and continued to walk, preparing to follow the route around the restricted area.

About five or six miles ahead, he saw a light ahead and a figure walking, so he walked over.

It was a tent, where monks set up camp, lit a bonfire, and some people were sitting cross-legged, comprehending, there were bugs piercing their skin, catching wind and dust.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, you also entered the restricted area by mistake?"

The monk sitting cross-legged closed his eyes and ignored it.

The monk who was adding firewood glanced at him and said with a loud smile, "It's rare for you to be able to come here safely in this cemetery with a radius of a hundred miles."

There was a long scar on his face, and his face was full of flesh and rough.

Bai Bing said: "It's not good for you to boast so much, I have worked so hard to come here, how do you guys manage to be so good?"

Another monk, who came over with firewood, glanced at him and said nothing.

The man with the scar smiled and said, "This is a very dangerous place, we naturally have survival skills and a way to get out."

"What technique?" Bai Bing asked.

The man with the scar pointed to the dead tree in the distance, "Go and chop wood, don't be idle."

Bai Bing understood that as long as he could get information, it was fine to do some work, so he lifted the scythe on the ground and asked for a strong smell of blood.

When he came to the dead tree, he waved his hand to cut it down, when he suddenly felt a dangerous aura.

Withdraw the sickle, and that feeling is gone.

He raised his head and looked left and right. The man with the scar was lighting a fire, and he was practicing cross-legged, still motionless.

Bai Bing waved the sickle again, and that strong and dangerous aura came again.

He thought for a while, raised the sickle and scratched the dead tree a little bit, blood oozed from the trunk.

Touched the neck, a little pain.

A look, hand full of blood.

He knew the reason for this dangerous feeling, so he walked back with a sickle in his hand, and said, "Protecting trees is everyone's responsibility. Set fire to the mountain and sit in prison. How can you do this?"

what?

The man with the scar looked at him and said, "You don't want to work, do you? You don't want to know how to get out?"

Bai Bing said: "Stupid, follow you, I will know how to get out soon."

"Makes sense."

The man with the scar was stunned for a moment, "Forget it, then you can rest first, I will chop it myself."

As he spoke, he came to the cross-legged man next to him, swung his sickle, chopped off his head, and Gululu fell to the ground.

The dim yellow flame gradually turned red and finally green.

They wandered in the air, drifting towards the white ice from time to time, burning around them like clusters of will-o'-the-wisps.

The pyre disappeared, and the floor was full of bones.

In front of Bai Bing, there is a large tomb, in which lay a damaged wooden coffin, the lid was lifted, and there was a corpse standing outside, his whole body was rotten, with corpse spots, holding a head in both hands.

The head belonged to the man who practiced cross-legged.

His body is still there, the injury is not serious, but the scar is as big as the mouth of a bowl, and the blood is not sprayed much.

There was a strange wriggling sound, and the man covered in corpse spots threw the head in his hand, then took off his own head, fumbled around for a while, finally found the right place, and placed it on the young monk's body.

There was another strange squirm, the neck was stitched up, leaving a circle of blood.

After that, the rotten head and corpse gas also gradually disappeared, and the corpse spots were transferred to the new body.

"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen a brain change?" The head opened its eyes and said.

Bai Bing said: "No."

"Let's go!"

The man said: "Damn it, you didn't fall for it, you're lucky, let's move on.

Don't read it here anymore, I'm going to go back to sleep. "

As he said that, he lay back in the coffin, and there was a low sound of wooden boards rubbing against each other, and the coffin was closed.

Bai Bing stretched out his hand, stopped it, and forcibly broke it apart.

"What? You want to die?" the man asked.

Bai Bing said: "Is the exit ahead?"

"Yes, you just have to go straight ahead." He wanted to close the coffin.

When Bai Bing saw it, he didn't really believe it. He almost had his head beheaded just now, and the matter would never end.

"Which race are you from?"

Bai Bing said: "I think you are evil. I am an evil cultivator. Maybe it was a family eight hundred years ago. You have to take care of your family."

He analyzed it with the system, but there was no result. The first time it failed, it surprised him.

I'm afraid this is not the joint Overlord Zerg?

"Evil cultivator? What is evil cultivator?"

Seeing that the coffin couldn't close, the man said, "I warn you, if you stop me from sleeping, you will die a miserable death."

"It's okay, I'm more resistant to stress. If you don't say anything, I'm going to search for my soul." Bai Bing said.

The head-changing monk took a look, then crawled out of the coffin.

"I am a living dead man. I was called Zhang Shang before I was alive. I am a follower of the Overwatch Legion. I am not a parasitic host of Zerg."

Bai Bing was slightly stunned, "That one? Who is that one?"

The monk said, "That is the famous 'Ionizer', our pioneer.

By the way, I see that you have the worm body of the Phoenix Clan on your body. When did the Phoenix Clan have such a strong worm? They have all reached the level of Sequence Two.

What time is it now? Are the real dragons still alive? "

True Dragon Clan?

Bai Bing seemed to understand something, "The Qing Dynasty is dead."

"What?" said the monk.

Bai Bing said: "Now there are only the Divine Phoenix Clan, I have never heard of any True Dragon Clan."

He probably noticed that this person spoke strangely and knew the concept of "sequence", so he should undoubtedly be a creature from the last era.

The monk seemed to understand something, turned his head and lay back, "Let's go, I'll continue to sleep."

"Senior, don't you really want to show me the way?" Bai Bing said.

"No, you're dead anyway."

The monk said, "There are countless miles in this area, all of us are people. Every once in a while, we all need a physical body to ensure that our heads are not rotten and our consciousness is alive.

I didn't lie to you just now, according to the rules of the road, it is inconvenient for me to lie to you again.

But sooner or later you will be deceived by others, cut off your own head, and give your body to us.

Come on, I don't talk to dead people, waste of energy. "

It turned out that the head was cut for this?

Bai Bing said: "Thank you for reminding me, I will burn paper for you later when I have time.

But if you talk about this, won't it spoil your friend's business? "

"Won't."

The monk showed a stiff and uncoordinated smile on his pale face, "Because there are special things here.

You will forget everything after a while, and your memory will return to the time when you first came in. You will not remember anything I say.

This time you were clever enough to see through it, but you will not die, and the cycle of reincarnation will never end. I see how many times you can see through it. "

...