Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Bai Bing looked, this male cultivator looked very familiar. He remembered that he was a senior brother next to Li Lin.

The little monk said coldly: "It's him, he's committing murder here!"

The senior brother of the Li family stared at Bai Bing for a while, and said calmly: "I am Li Jiang."

Bai Bing suddenly realized.

Li Jiang said lightly: "Do you regret it now?"

Bai Bing said: "I remembered that I have to make brown sugar ginger tea when I go back."

Li Jiang narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "It's my Li family who handles business now, I hope you can show some respect."

He pointed at Xiaoxiu, "What do they want? You give it to them now, because you are a disciple of Patriarch Nanxuan, and your punishment will be reduced."

Bai Bing thought for a while, and suddenly his face showed joy, "Is there any punishment?"

Li Jiang froze for a moment, and then became furious.

"You fucking dare to slander my Li family?"

He swung his fist, surrounded by crimson flames, and charged towards Bai Bing.

Bai Bing gave him a dark look.

Li Jiang suddenly let out a muffled sound, clutching his chest, feeling a sharp pain in his heart for some reason.

What's the matter, am I sick?

Then he saw a golden feather inserted into his head, the movement was so fast, it seemed to have been practiced thousands of times.

Then, he found himself unable to move!

Then, a long black nail appeared in front of his eyes, about tens of centimeters long, and the strange aura made him palpitate.

Bai Bing said: "What are you doing here?"

Li Jiang rolled his eyes upwards: "What is this? You dare to touch me, do you still want to mess around in this Cangxuan Continent?"

Bai Bing looked at Xiaoxiu next to him, "You, slap him."

Xiaoxiu was shocked, "Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Then he looked at Bai Bing and said angrily, "Brother Jiang is the person I respect the most, how could I hit him!"

Bai Bing stretched out his hand and slapped the monk, bringing some spiritual power, his face suddenly swelled up.

Xiaoxiu covered his face with tears in his eyes and said, "Brother Jiang, I'm sorry."

He slapped Li Jiang several times.

Li Jiang's face was gloomy, and he was about to bleed.

Why hasn't this triggered the craving yet? Thinking about it, Bai Bing used the black long nails to pierce his neck with a little force.

The tips of the spikes were filled with strange black energy, and an incomparably terrifying power was transmitted into his body. Li Jiang's face changed suddenly, and he felt a deadly threat!

Bai Bing sensed it carefully, and could even feel the throbbing of the parasites in his body.

Sure enough, is this black spike specially designed to kill parasites? Bai Bing pondered, and probably figured out the purpose.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Li Jiang's body trembled, "I won't tell you even if you beat me to death!"

Bai Bing looked at him for a while, but said nothing.

Xiaoxiu was shocked and said, "Brother Jiang! Why are you so happy?"

Bai Bing pierced the spike a little deeper, feeling that it was against his Adam's apple, and his face was kind, "Why don't you say it?"

Li Jiang looked excited, "It's me, why does Junior Sister Lin'er, who I want to come, keep talking about you, I'm very angry."

Bai Bing: "???"

He dropped the spike, and he got it.

This special habit of the Li family needs to be "suppressed with incomparable power" to be triggered. Let Xiaoxiu beat him, he is really dissatisfied.

It's interesting, it's fun.

He pulled out Shenhuang Niyu and took back the spike, "You go, don't get in the way here."

Li Jiang was furious, "I won't leave!"

"..."

Mahler Gobi's appointment is a serious illness, Bai Bing said: "If I don't go, I will go."

He left, and then heard the sound of slaps in the face, and Xiaoxiu was beaten to the point of crying.

Bai Bing opened the system map and walked in that direction.

He didn't know how long the gluttonous insect domain would continue to erupt, but if the parasite leaked out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The "prophecy" in the illusion is likely to become a reality, and the cleaning potion must be found as soon as possible.

He found that there were more and more people in front of him.

"It seems there are other good things here."

The Chaos Tree is gone. Although these monks are not very strong, their ability to catch insects is first-class.

Where are the most parasites going?

After all, passers-by often know everything.

"Secret Realm!"

Some monks were shocked and delighted, "There is a great opportunity ahead. I heard that retreating practice can reshape the muscles and bones! It has the effect of chaos!"

Hearing that there was a new discovery, many monks rushed over.

Bai Bing compared it with the map, and it was exactly where the location of the "cleaning potion" was displayed.

He pondered for a while, and followed in order to prevent things from being taken away.

Ahead lay a huge ruin.

Surprisingly, there are many dead trees around. All these trees have fallen down. After so many years, they have been decayed to pieces, but the traces can be seen clearly.

They fall in one direction at the same time, and walking diagonally in this direction, you can see that they are actually collapsing radioactively, forming a huge circle.

And in the center of the circle, there is a ruined land that has collapsed into shape. There are ruins of buildings, which have long been weathered.

The climate here is relatively dry, so there are no trees, and it can be seen that it is desolate.

If it is in a humid forest, it has already been covered by weeds and woods.

Going deeper, the surrounding sky will be dark.

It wasn't the outbreak of the worm field, but a strange fog appeared.

Next to him was a monk meditating on the spot, and he quickly entered into meditation practice.

[Detecting a large number of tiny insect eggs floating in the air, analyzing it]

[Analysis results: The eggs belong to the gluttonous variant, and the risk is low. They are dispersed in the air, and if a certain amount is inhaled, there is a risk of encountering parasitism. 】

It turned out to be insect eggs again.

Bai Bing quickly pinched his nose and looked around.

Finally, he lifted a collapsed wall and found a person, or a corpse.

This person sat cross-legged, his skin and flesh had long since disappeared, leaving only dry bones, even the bones were seriously deformed, holding a metal box tightly in his arms.

It may be that the climate here is dry, or it may be that the material of the box is special and there is no damage.

Fallen fairy?

"Looking at the source of the signal, it should be the cleaning potion."

"excuse me."

Bai Bing saluted slightly, and took the metal box away.

The box was locked without a password, so he opened it easily, and saw that there were indeed rows of injections and an instruction manual inside.

Next to it is a black instrument the size of half a palm, with a small light blinking regularly.

"Is this thing a signal transmitter? Is it the positioning signal it emits?"

Bai Bing picked it up and looked at it. The quality of this thing is so good that it can still be used after many years. The manufacturer must have closed down, right?

He opened the manual, and was surprised to find that it was not ordinary paper, it was somewhat flexible, and the writing on it was still legible, as if it had just been written.

What's even more surprising is that this isn't an instruction manual, it's a letter.

[When you read this letter, I am already dead. 】

[I am a supernatural being, and I belong to the category of "gluttonous". If a civilization fault has occurred, I can explain it to you like this:

I am a host implanted with the parasite "Glutton", and use its ability to clean up the pollution of this world.

But S-level spiritual pollution is inevitable. The more power I have, the closer I get to madness, and I gradually sink into death.

Since it was implanted, I can no longer see the world clearly, I can no longer tell the truth from the false, all I rely on is memory and belief, which is the only guiding lighthouse.

I heard that this experimental base has been attacked by force majeure. My mission is to protect this cleansing potion that balances the parasite "Glutton".

Even if there is neutron killing and cleaning, it can't be solved if you think about it. 】

Bai Bing picked up a potion, which was a bit familiar. It was also in the shape of a double helix, and some blue liquid was sealed inside.

So this is the coping method he protected and left for future generations?

Bai Bing continued to read.

[We have cracked many A-level and below swarms, and it is not difficult to clean them up, but there is still little hope of clearing S-level swarms.

According to the information released by the most authoritative research team, if you want to completely control the S-class parasites, you must first have a host that successfully controls the S-class parasites, and then reverse the cracking.

But if you want to control the parasites, you must first decipher the genes of the swarm. This is an endless loop.

We have been trying to create S-level hosts, but all failed without exception. I am just one of them, and S-level strong mental pollution cannot be resisted. 】

[But this is all in the past, they are dead, and I am the only guardian.

Now there have been more S-class Zergs, and the Zergs are evolving, multiplying, and iterating, becoming more and more terrifying, but they can't hear the news.

The world is on a rave, and they call it "reiki resurgence."

They want to eliminate civilization, give up wisdom, pursue power, and pursue the principles of the great way. I can't stop them, so I keep silent about it.

I don't know where those people went or if anyone is still here.

But without orders, without companions, without support, I am even falling, and my memory is distorted. I can only continue to perform this last mission and choose to end myself here.

Previously, I encountered an unprecedented swarm phenomenon, but they are all gone, and I can no longer study the abnormal behavior of the swarm:

They will be controlled by some kind of power, killing the supernatural beings in the whole world until they are wiped clean, including memories.

This seems to be an act written into the genes of all S-level swarms, and it is also the most terrifying swarm counterattack I have ever seen.

No one named this swarm anomaly, so I named it: Rule Killing.

I have been targeted, and I am doomed to have no hope of survival. I would like to warn the latecomers:

If you are the same type of person as I am, be careful of the swarm, don’t be known by any S-level swarm host, and be careful to kill by the rules!

Finally, there are some special things at the bottom of the box, which they developed in the last time, which can help you survive the "rule kill" to a certain extent.

The rules of the world have changed. It is not a precision instrument. It is so rough that it can be made by one person. It is basically out of the category of an instrument and can be called a "magic instrument".

It's very simple to use, but it's also very complicated and dangerous. If you are not smart enough, kill yourself and don't give a bad review.

Finally, don't ask me how I died. 】

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