Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

He felt lighter again.

Then, he felt his soul leave his body, the ground was falling, and he saw his body lying in a pool of blood, the surrounding debris scattered all over the ground, and the last ray of Divine Phoenix fire was extinguished.

There are still many wounds on the body, and the blood is still bleeding slowly, and the heartbeat has stopped.

A dense red mist surged around.

"Did it hang up again?" He doubted.

After careful investigation, he got good news and bad news.

The bad news is that I seem to be really dead, but the good news is that I don't feel any pain.

No, the rules haven't been released yet, which means I'm not dead yet.

As he thought about it, his consciousness surged, and he saw the mountain covered by a large amount of red mist, and the mountain was dead silent. It was the insect field where he broke out out of control, with a radius of thirty miles.

When he saw passers-by straying into the edge, he stood in place like a walking corpse and was suppressed.

No one can come in.

Finally, his consciousness returned, and he checked his body to confirm that he could not wake up on his own.

"The power of this pollution is deliberately killing me, and it will be over sooner or later."

He carefully analyzed the current situation. The healing power of the Suzaku bloodline was no longer able to revive the body. The only hope was the bloodline of the Divine Phoenix, but it had already been exhausted.

I made a mistake, I should report my whereabouts in advance, so that someone will come to collect the body. Now I can only watch my body die slowly.

Who can help?

At this time, he noticed that someone broke through the suppression of the insect domain and walked in dozens of miles away.

It is Taoist Nanxuan.

But he found that Taoist Nanxuan was in a very strange state. He turned out to be a monster covered with red hair, surrounded by death energy. He appeared on a deserted path, looked at the sky, and seemed to have found Baibing.

Taoist Nanxuan laughed treacherously, "Naive boy, are you dying soon? How do you feel?"

Bai Bing didn't speak, in fact he couldn't speak, he could only watch everything.

Then, he saw Taoist Nanxuan opened his arms and prayed to the sky.

"Rules, there are mortals who dare to offend the gods, please revive the divine power and break free from the shackles. Please return the power of rules to me.

I will protect the Suzaku Clan forever and ever."

He was praying, and as he whispered, the surrounding red mist entered his body, and he was like a sponge.

Bai Bing felt that his strength along with his vitality was rapidly draining.

He still didn't speak.

Perhaps because he felt that this was too slow, Taoist Nanxuan stopped absorbing the red mist, and then walked towards Qiushan Temple.

He seemed to be very familiar with the power of Suzaku Wormfield, with a step of hundreds of feet, he came down the mountain very quickly.

"Thank you for being a paving stone. I will erect an inscription in Li's house to commemorate you." Taoist Nanxuan smiled sadly and walked up the path.

Bai Bing watched indifferently.

But the moment Taoist Nanxuan stepped up the mountain with his left foot, he froze.

Consciousness sank, eyes were lax, and he was still laughing.

...

Taoist Nanxuan moved quickly, and after a few breaths, he reached the top of the mountain.

"what happened?"

Taoist Nanxuan frowned, because the surrounding red mist disappeared, and the top of the mountain was flat, with only a few old pine trees, not even a ruined temple.

Wrong place?

He walked on the mountain and found nothing. The red mist disappeared at some point, as if it had evaporated together with the white ice.

He had no choice but to go down the mountain, sit on the rock, with serious eyes, and began to deduce.

After a while, he opened his eyes, "No, this is an illusion, that kid is giving me an illusion."

Taoist Nanxuan opened his eyes and found that he was still at the foot of the mountain and hadn't taken the first step yet.

"snort!"

With a flick of his sleeves, he went up the mountain again.

This time, he came to the mountain smoothly, but found that the mountain was the Li family.

Seeing him, Patriarch Yunhe was shocked and said, "Nanxuan, aren't you offering sacrifices to heaven?"

Afterwards, Yun Zhong also came, he wept uncontrollably, holding a sword in his hand, "Master, my good disciple is here to kill you!"

What the hell!

Taoist Nanxuan flicked his sleeves again, so it's an illusion, and the layout is so fake, it doesn't make sense, does it? Deliberately humiliating me?

Breaking through the illusion, he found that he was still at the bottom of the mountain, and his left foot still hadn't stepped out.

"What a powerful thing. He failed to destroy the ancestor elephant before going up the mountain. Is this the continuous hallucination he encountered?"

He thought for a while, then withdrew his foot.

This kid has already learned to use this ability?

Taoist Nanxuan stopped trying to go up the mountain, and started to deduce directly.

Bai Bing watched indifferently, he was in a special state now, he could even see Taoist Nanxuan's mood, so he began to ponder in his heart.

It's really a leaky room and rain all night, the only expectation is gone, how can this be broken?

Daoist Nanxuan is different from Patriarch Nanxuan, his cultivation base is actually not high, he is easy to stop, but that's all.

He began to think seriously, when did the Taoist start the layout, it was so seamless, recalling those words, he felt trembling with anger and cold all over his body.

Not long after, Taoist Nanxuan woke up and shouted towards the mountain.

"Bastard, I'm here to save you!"

Seeing that there was no response, Taoist Nanxuan waved his sleeves, picked up a branch, found a flat ground, and began to write.

Until seeing those fonts, Bai Bing finally began to be insane, and the sky was full of red mist.

He fell silent.

Taoist Nanxuan dropped his stick and shouted towards the top of the mountain.

"I understand your state. You don't trust me, do you? Then who do you trust? I'll let him come over!

I know, don't make things difficult for you, I'll ask her to come over, don't move around here. "

Taoist Nanxuan left, and Bai Bing didn't stop him.

He looked at the words on the ground, lost in thought.

【You are being polluted】

【Don't believe everything you see】

Could it be that the Taoist is not a villain, but that I have been polluted and have a distorted perception?

He was completely confused, unable to judge the truth from the falsehood, unable to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves.

It was the first time he had this sense of panic until his physical death.

...

Zhongzhou incident subsided.

Patriarch Nanxuan offered sacrifices, the divine phoenix clan disappeared, and the Xuanwu clan wandered back.

They began to dispatch quickly according to the original plan to kill the evil cultivators.

The largest evil cultivator alliance in Zhongzhou, the Wuji Sect, bears the brunt.

Although it was delayed for two days by Patriarch Nanxuan and many evil cultivators had already been hidden, as a big clan, they could still be caught if they wanted to.

They killed hundreds of evil cultivators, and then the cause and effect came out.

These people who killed a lot of evil cultivators are crazy.

They killed people when they saw them, and started talking nonsense, saying that everyone around them was evil cultivators, and they wanted to kill him for revenge, and they suffered from persecution paranoia.

The monks who killed a few evil cultivators are in good condition, but they like to have nightmares and kill people in good dreams.

This is a very serious matter, and it is obviously related to the "rules" played by Nanxuan. With the efforts of the various clans, they quickly discovered the rules:

Killing evil cultivators directly or indirectly, or even those who are only part of the plan, will suffer from mental confusion.

The more people killed, the more unstable their mental state became, until they became insane, and even mild symptoms would take a long time to recover.

This curse does not distinguish between people and realms, and it will take effect for all intelligent creatures.

And the higher the realm of evil cultivation, the more serious the "curse" he will bear.

"Nanxuan has put a protective umbrella on the world's evil cultivators." Someone concluded.

In this way, cleaning up the evil cultivators will bear a huge price, thus providing the world's evil cultivators with a chance to survive.

"This Nanxuan will poison all living beings even after his death. As he said, he is really an immortal ghost."

The ancestor of the Divine Phoenix Clan frowned, "It's not a big deal, we don't kill, it's fine if others can't do it."

"Command, set off immediately, convene the Zhongzhou Conference, and go to the Suzaku Clan together, first clean up the evil cultivators, I am upset watching it."

...

The meeting was held urgently, and the theme was to help the Suzaku Clan eliminate evil cultivators, and it was unanimously approved.

So the masters of various clans came to the Cangxuan Continent and descended on the Li family.

Li's soldiers approached the city.

...