Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

After finishing the matter for the time being, the other disciples went to the ancestral hall to worship the statues of the ancestors.

It is said that the Suzaku tribe has "spirits", and it is these gods who maintain the law and order in this area, so that no one dares to violate the Yan Mansion, so everyone in the Yan Mansion respects the worship of the ancestral hall.

When he came to the ancestral hall, Bai Bing saw a stone statue.

This is a plump, tall man with a dust whisk in his hand, even if it is a stone, there is an immortal aura rushing toward his face.

"It always feels a little familiar."

Bai Bing suddenly realized, "Is this the Qingyuan saint?"

"Little knowledge." A disciple who was worshiping opened his eyes and said mockingly: "If you cultivate evilly, I don't think there is any need to worship and insult our ancestors."

Ah, such a familiar sarcasm. Bai Bing felt refreshed all over, "You are right, even if I worship, I will not get the inheritance of my ancestors.

Even if you get it, it is just a fluke. "

disciple:"……"

He couldn't answer the call for a while.

Bai Bing looked at it, the statue was not psychic, meaningless, and he didn't know where Venerable Qingyuan was now.

According to the task card, they have to complete the task of killing local evil cultivators and maintain peace before they can receive the inheritance according to their xinxing performance.

Looking left and right, he came to the woodshed because he was attracted by the bloody smell here.

There was actually a person locked up in the firewood room. His hair was long and messy, like a beggar. Judging from his experience in a dead house in his previous life, he hadn't taken care of it for at least three months.

But the beggar's eyes are very sharp, like a knife, directly poking my waist.

"Are you the envoy of the Suzaku Clan?" the beggar saw Bai Bing and said hoarsely.

Bai Bing nodded, "What a coincidence, you too?"

The beggar looked at an idiot, "Are you crazy? Have you ever seen a messenger locked up like this?"

Bai Bing said: "I said, you are an evil cultivator."

The beggar was stunned for a moment. He thought for a while, but he didn't want to understand how he exposed himself as an evil cultivator.

After a while, he came to his senses. Isn't it normal for him to come here and know that I am an evil cultivator?

"You seem to be out of your mind. It takes so long to think about this kind of problem."

Bai Bing knelt down, stared at him and pondered for a moment, before the system gave a reminder that there was a strong spiritual pollution here.

The beggar stared at him for a moment, with ghostly eyes.

Then, he spoke in a cold voice, "You are a pig."

Bai Bing: "???"

"Are you angry? Kind of kill me." The beggar sneered.

Bai Bing rubbed his chin. It turned out that he was not insane, but just suffering from neurosis.

"I can't spin silk, and I don't have eight legs." Bai Bing looked at it for a while, "Who are you, and why are you locked here?"

The beggar was surprised, "You don't know?"

"I saw you when I first came here. Your bones are amazing, and you look like you died young."

Died young. The beggar's cloudy eyes cleared up for a moment, "No, you just said that I am also an evil cultivator? Are you too?"

Bai Bing nodded, "It seems that your spirit is still a little bit better."

"Hahaha"

The beggar suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "It's really interesting, you poor parasites, you actually imitate the way of speaking of my generation of evil cultivators, you really do everything you can to trick out secrets.

It seems that I have to remind them in the future to be careful and not to be deceived by your rhetoric. "

Bai Bing said: "I am really an evil cultivator."

Why don't you believe it?

"Really?" The beggar reached into the firewood behind his butt, and took out two black pills, "These two pills, which one is a bug?

But anyone who is an evil cultivator can clearly identify it. If you are right, I will believe you. "

Bai Bing looked at it for a while, "Both?"

The beggar showed a mocking look, took out the third pill from behind his butt, and said coldly: "Wrong, this is the one.

Hahaha, have you been spotted? Are you angry?

Your joke is not funny at all, can this Suzaku Clan messenger have evil cultivators? joke. "

He raised his neck, "Quick, kill me, give me a good time."

Bai Bing was silent for a while, and now he has fallen to the point where even evil cultivators don't trust him anymore. He said, "It's not important. Tell me how you were locked up here. I won't kill you. If you feel better, just let you go."

As soon as he heard that he would not kill, the beggar lost interest, "I am the lord of the evil cultivators in this area, and I specialize in killing you pests in the world. I wanted to destroy this Yan Mansion, but I was inferior and became a prisoner.

Since you are the envoy of the Vermilion Bird Clan, I should be reserved for your interrogation, so kill me quickly, so that you can receive credit back. "

"You really want to die? Is it because you want to hide some secret?" Bai Bing asked.

"That's right, I hid thirty widows in the next village, one every day, no repeats every month."

"My Suzaku tribe has the soul searching technique, do you want to try it?" Bai Bing said.

The beggar was silent.

"Well, I'm actually here to kill the gods." The beggar grinned, "Are you here to worship the Holy One of Qingyuan? I'm going to kill him, are you afraid?"

Bai Bing was surprised and lowered his voice, "Really?"

You want to kill him, we are brothers.

The beggar looked at Bai Bing's expression, held back for a while, and said with a sneer: "The acting skills of the people you sent to interrogate are really getting better and better, and in the prison I was in before, you are more or less talented, but there is no need.

It's been so long, and I'm bored, let me tell you the plan, you're fine, and when you go back to receive the reward, don't forget that there is still me. "

Bai Bing wanted to ask you how to kill a dead person, but held back, took out a pen and paper, "Say it."

The beggar said, "When people like them die, they will become a scourge, polluting your body and soul, and making you more violent. It's a pity that you still think it's some kind of inheritance, so you flock to it."

Do you know the Song family in Yunshui County? That's how they are. With the guidance of the Qingyuan sage, after taking some pills, they changed from being good people to killing people. It's ridiculous that the more they live like this, the happier they are.

This is the way of heaven, good people deserve to die, and there is no good thing who lives to become a god and sanctify.

You ancient races are all the same thing. If you don't seek to develop, you will be robbed of inheritance by a group of old ghosts buried in the soil, and the inheritance is full of dross.

Look at how this world has been ruined by you, what kind of ancient races are just a group of parasites and vampires, everyone deserves to die!

However, it must be admitted that your 'ancestor' is a little bit capable, invisible, and only shows up on the statue every time you hold a big sacrifice. "

The beggar pointed to a wooden stake not far away, and said coldly:

"See that coffin nail? Kill with it."

Bai Bing stretched out his hand to pull it out, his eyes condensed slightly, it turned out to be the breath of the black spikes in his hand, they looked almost exactly the same, like industrial products.

"And my plan is to use this magic weapon to stab into the god statue at this time, seal it inside forever, and then remove the god statue and suppress it forever.

In this way, you can still look like human beings. Of course, you have the right to regard it as killing your ancestors and taking away your inheritance.

I am cultivating evil, not seeking fame and fortune, but only seeking a clear conscience. "

After finishing speaking, he stared at Bai Bing with a gloomy gaze and a death-willed expression on his face.

"What are you looking at?" Bai Bing said, "Is it finished?"

"Why don't you kill me?" The beggar's face gradually became strange.

Bai Bing said: "Are you so anxious to die? Go to reincarnation?"

While writing, he had already written down the previous description. It seems that this guy is really not an ordinary person. He came with black spikes. It is said that this thing can really seal the Qingyuan Saint when it is inserted into the statue?

"If you kill him, we can still behave like human beings, what do you mean?" Bai Bing asked casually.

The beggar laughed, "That's just the superficial meaning, we call it 'pollution blocking'.

All of you are being manipulated, and at some point, you will become neither human nor ghost, like sleepwalking, slaughtering all living beings, but also tampering with memory and erasing history. "

The tip of Bai Bing's pen stopped and looked up.

He seemed to understand what the cold gaze meant.

Dude, there are some things I can't say.

"Strange, you should turn into a ghost with red eyes at this time, and kill me." The beggar said: "Could it be that you are not a pure ancient race person? Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me."

Bai Bing understood, he was silent for a moment, and added something to his notes.

【He really wants to die. 】

He's talking about these sensitive swarm rules on purpose in an attempt to get me to kill him.

So, what is he dying for?

Bai Bing's heart moved slightly, it's a secret!

He should be afraid of being searched for souls, involving other people who know the rules of the swarm. So behind him, there is a huge evil cultivator organization, and they have mastered more rules of the swarm than I imagined.

Bai Bing thought for a moment. According to the "pheromone" principle of the swarm, he should be "mutating" at this time, but he didn't, which may be the reason for the big fat worm.

It's okay, we're pretty normal

He looked at the black spike in his hand, could it be that sealing the Qingyuan Saint could block the source of pollution?

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