Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

This is too decisive, with a wave of his hand, he will not take away a single magic pill.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this magic pill?

Impossible, this elixir is very good, even if it loses its spirituality, it has extremely high value.

He said that the body is the species. Could it be that this is the reason why this evil cultivator is so powerful?

This courage, this courage, this mind made them feel ashamed and awe-inspiring.

"Brother, I've realized it. Master said that cultivation is not about taking drugs. You need to build a solid foundation. Now I finally understand this truth." Someone looked at Bai Bing's back and said in shame.

"One thing to say, this evil cultivator deserves his name to have what he is today. I also want to take the road of using my body as a seed, and only rely on myself to become stronger."

"Brother, you have finally realized, then let me collect this pill."

"I'm just talking casually. I have to take this psychic thing back and honor it to Master."

...

Bai Bing continued to walk forward, watching from both sides.

An argument started behind, and then a fight broke out.

He didn't pay attention to these, because there were even stranger things ahead.

There are dead bodies on the ground.

These corpses were lying in the corners, in the cracks between the experimental tables, and they were still wearing white and yellowed protective clothing.

But when he walked over, there was a gust of wind, and the clothes fell apart like burnt paper ashes.

The man's skin was still a normal yellowish-white complexion at the beginning, but it quickly turned black and decayed as soon as it came into contact with the air, and soon turned into a dry and dark corpse, just like a mummy.

Yang Fei was shocked, "Is this the Fallen Immortal? It's really amazing, it will change color."

"You know what a fart! This is a fucking corpse that oxidizes when it encounters air. Haven't you ever robbed a tomb?" The head scolded.

Bai Bing was shocked, shouldn't I be the one who said this?

Have you also received nine-year compulsory education?

"Heh, are you shocked? These are all things I read from the books left behind by the Fallen Immortal, have I learned a lot?" The head sneered disdainfully.

Bai Bing said: "You seem to know a lot."

"Nonsense, the old man studied the language of the Fallen Immortals for more than a hundred years, and only then did he learn the language of the Fallen Immortals.

In this world, when it comes to the understanding of fallen immortals, the old man ranks second, but no one dares to say that he is the first.

I might as well reveal to you that this fallen fairy also has the supernatural power of subtle arithmetic. I have learned it for decades, and I can count on a few percent of it.

For the sum of numbers within one thousand, you can say whatever you want, I don't need an abacus, I can figure it out just by pinching my fingers. "

"I don't believe it." Yang Fei thought about the numbers randomly, and asked, "How much is five hundred and seventy-two plus two hundred and fifty-nine?"

"Eight hundred and thirty-one."

Yang Fei was surprised, "Although I haven't calculated it, I feel that what I said is right."

He was going to go back and make a calculation to confirm.

Bai Bing thought about it, nodded and said, "That's right."

The head sneered, "That's naturally wrong, how do you know right or wrong?"

"..." Bai Bing said: "This world is indeed in decline, but the senior is indeed smarter than Yang Fei."

Yang Fei was dissatisfied, "So what if you know this thing? Is it useful for fighting?"

As expected, the head was questioned, and said with a sneer: "Just to give you an example, it's just to show your supernatural powers with one hand, but the old man knows the big secret of this Fallen Immortal Relic!

Do you know that this fallen fairy has a characteristic, that is, he likes to write a diary, do you know why? "

Yang Fei sneered, "I know a hammer, but I'm not interested. A serious person keeps a diary."

Bai Bing's heart moved, "Why is that?"

The head said: "The old man has deciphered the language of fallen immortals for many years, and found that these fallen immortals are afraid of something, and that power will erase their memories and drive them into madness.

Therefore, there is an unwritten rule of the Fallen Immortal Clan, that is, words must be used as the carrier to record important events as 'memory anchors'.

If the memory is erased by "Him", you can use this anchor to find yourself.

Of course, this doesn't necessarily work out. "

Erase memory? Find yourself? memory anchor?

Bai Bing gradually narrowed his eyes, his expression a bit dignified.

He had seen this thing from the diary of Wuqingzong, but not completely.

Could it be said that the reason why those people disappeared from this world was not because of these Zerg parasites, but because there are still unknown forces in this world?

Also some kind of "pollution"?

How much is unknown in this world?

He went on.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped in front of a certain laboratory table. The items here were very messy. Even the laboratory table was mostly destroyed, and the test tubes and petri dishes on it were almost all broken.

He reassembled the broken plastic tags and placed them on the petri dish.

【Suzaku】

【Growth Stage: Larva】

【Status: Good】

This is a whole row of test tubes, from small to large.

Only the smallest of them had a dark lump of flesh inside, like a dead embryo.

All the other test tubes were broken, and it seemed that someone had taken them.

Next to it are three rows of test tubes and petri dishes as big as fish tanks.

Spell out the labels, which are:

【Blue Dragon】【White Tiger】【Xuanwu】

He put the labels together, and saw that [Blue Dragon] and [White Tiger] were marked with the words [Dead], as well as a red cross.

But [Suzaku] and [Xuanwu] are in normal condition.

It's just that the test tube shattered, and everything inside was gone.

Yang Fei also saw it, "Why is there the name of the Suzaku clan here? These people are so bold, did they refine the Suzaku clan into a elixir?

Old guy, let's see if it's your heir. "

The head ignored him, this little kid's mouth is too stinky, he is not as pleasing to the eye as this Bai Bing, at least he doesn't swear.

Bai Bing was silent for a while, "It might be his ancestor."

"Put your mother's shit on!" The head said angrily: "You two brats, you only have a head to bully this old man, don't you?"

Bai Bing had no intention of joking, and said, "You are well-informed, but do you know the origin of the Suzaku Clan?"

The head froze for a moment, "Do you know which monkey your ancestors became from?"

It seems that it is really possible. Bai Bing looked at the dead embryo, the dignified Suzaku clan, at least the parasite group, might have really been born in this kind of place.

"Then have you heard of the Xuanwu clan?" Bai Bing asked.

He has read poetry and books in Qingyunzong, and he has heard of many ancient races, but he has never heard of Xuanwu.

"No."

Could it be that he died after escaping from the laboratory?

Bai Bing still wanted to ask, so he listened to the head and said: "I can feel my body."

"Where is it?" Bai Bing asked.

If this old guy is resurrected, it will undoubtedly be a great help.

"Not too far away is that girl. She really found my whole body and is putting it together."

Li Qingsi?

Bai Bing remembered that he had indeed never seen her since he met outside.

"Send your head there?" Bai Bing asked.

"Forget it, there is no rush, let me help you see if there is any way to suppress the parasites."

Bai Bing felt a little moved. In this world, there are really not many people who have cared about him.

"Hmph, don't rush to be moved, the old man just thinks that you have a secret, and I'm afraid that your parasite will recover and die!"

Going forward, passing through a series of doors, he came to the archives room.

Or rather, a studio.

A rotten and cold aura rushed over.

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