Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Zhongzhou.

In the outskirts of Fangshi, there is a small sect.

At this moment, a paper figurine floated in the air and landed on the ground like a fallen leaf.

When the wind blew, the paper figurine swelled rapidly, turning into a young monk with a serious expression as he walked along the path.

"Zhao Yang, you are finally here."

In the room, there was a person. He said, "I heard that there is something wrong with the Xiling Realm Branch. What's going on?"

That young monk was none other than Zhao Yang, the rudder master of the Wuji Sect and the sub-rudder of Xilingjie.

"There have been some ominous signs recently." Zhao Yang said, "There seems to be a strange movement of insects.

I found that there are some sects that I have never heard of in the registry of the evil cultivators. "

The Taoist frowned, "You can even make mistakes in the register? You can go home and grow sweet potatoes."

"It's you who should go home and grow sweet potatoes." Zhao Yang snorted coldly, "You don't even know what it means, it seems that you are really a layman."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhao Yang said, "It's the 'swarm rule', the phenomenon recorded in the history books has appeared, and the real swarm disaster is coming.

Usually, only three or two sects disappear from memory every year, but this time, only three days have passed, and seventeen sects have been lost.

I suspect, is this related to the awakening of the Suzaku clan, which stimulated the insects of all races?

This kind of thing has been recorded in the ancient books of the Fallen Immortal. We have formulated a countermeasure, but after all, we have never encountered it. I think it is very bad. What do you think? "

The Taoist was shocked, "Yeah, I see, it turns out that this is not good for me, too."

Zhao Yang glanced at him, "Then what do you think is a good suggestion?"

"..."

The Taoist frowned and said, "What the hell do you have to say? I'm just sent by the headquarters to support you. Do I want to fight, kill or kidnap?"

With a bang, he took out the sack, red, yellow, white, green and blue, colorful changes.

"When we meet for the first time, let me introduce myself first." The Taoist said, "I am the protector of the Wuji Sect. He is good at assassination, theft, scouting, keeping his mouth shut, never drinking or gambling, absolutely reliable."

"Coarse people."

Zhao Yang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Heavenly King Gaidihu."

"Thunder God and Electric Mother."

The Taoist blurted out, "If you have something to say, don't mother-in-law and mother-in-law be like a woman, why should you be so cautious?"

Zhao Yang was relieved, so he took off his coat and exposed his chest.

The Taoist stared, "Although you're not a woman, you don't have to prove that I'm not good at dry roads. You're too thin."

"Stupid, read the words."

The Taoist looked and found that there were many words densely written on it.

"The situation is urgent, so I have no choice but to write directly to the paper figurines. These are all sects that have disappeared in the past three days."

Zhao Yang said in a deep voice, "Since you don't understand, then I'll just say it straight. Listen carefully, these are absolute secrets, and if released, you will die."

Those ancient races, in certain states, will mutate

Stimulated by certain factors, they will slaughter sentient beings as food, and it is best to practice evil.

And after they wiped out a sect, they often choose to modify their memories and let the whole world forget them, we call it spiritual pollution..."

Quietly listening to Zhao Yang's speech, the Taoist was gradually shocked.

"In other words, these sects are actually in our Wuji Sect alliance, but they were attacked and killed.

And we... have all been modified memories? "

There are such outrageous things in the world.

This seat is here, who can change my memory?

who?

"When I appeared here and opened my mouth, you were already polluted," Zhao Yang said.

The Taoist put away the sack with a solemn expression.

"Memory pollution that can be contagious. Isn't it unsolvable when you say that?"

Zhao Yang said: "Since ancient times, it has been an unsolvable thing. Why do you think the fallen immortals disappeared? Nothing remained?

The only thing we can do now is to disband the block, immediately go into the dark, and disconnect from each other.

Then wait to die, or wait to live.

Alas, an ancient race carried a worm field, meaning death upon touch, and no prey has ever come out of it alive, you can only beg not to encounter it. "

The Taoist frowned more deeply, "I want to discuss it with the headquarters."

This is a major event related to the entire evil cultivator forces. The Promise Sect alliance is too huge, and even if an order is to be notified, it does not know how long it will take.

Who would have thought that the Suzaku Clan had just awakened unexpectedly, thinking that it was the beginning of a catastrophe, but it turned out to be the beginning of a catastrophe.

"Be quick."

Zhao Yang said: "Perhaps when we are talking, a certain sect is disappearing.

Maybe in the next moment, they will come to you. "

"Are you kidding me?"

The Taoist said, but his movements were not slow. He took out the communication instrument and was about to activate it, but suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?"

The voice just fell.

Wisps of black mist appeared on the ground.

These fogs did not diffuse in from outside the room, as if they appeared out of thin air, in the water cup, in the corner. They quickly diffused and filled the entire room.

The Taoist raised his head suddenly, it was already dark outside, and a black fire was burning on the ground.

In the darkness, there were figures swaying and low footsteps.

The Taoist was stunned for a moment, "It won't be, is it the worm domain you said came from the ancient race?"

Zhao Yang looked at the black mist, "Maybe, maybe?"

"It's impossible, you fucking crow mouth."

The Taoist looked solemn, "My cultivation has been suppressed.

Come on, since you came with a problem, there must be a solution. "

Zhao Yang said: "How do I know, this is the first time I have met."

"Hey, this world is really interesting, let's die together." The Taoist said, he has already confirmed that there is something weird about it.

Figures flickered outside, and he could see numb faces. They walked very slowly, like puppets being manipulated. According to his years of experience in pretending to be dead, they were definitely not pretending, because no one could act better than him. better.

Zhao Yang said sadly, "It's a pity, you just lost a life, but I have to lose a precious paper figurine."

Hold.

As soon as the Taoist thought about this, he felt extremely uncomfortable, and quickly took out a round black bead, "I can only try this."

"What's this?"

"Tongtianzhu, the treasure that was exchanged from the leader of the Insect Sect. I heard that when you are in a dead situation, you can send a signal for help, ignoring all mental barriers."

As he spoke, the Taoist crushed the beads.

Then, nothing happens.

"How could this be?" The Taoist frowned, he didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation.

"It's a fake."

"Impossible. Xiao Shou, the bug-fighting gang, is average in strength, but has a good reputation. I've never heard of him selling fake things."

Zhao Yang looked at Suzha, "Is it possible that it's because those people are dead and have no chance to tell?"

The Taoist thought for a while, took out the universe bag, and looked at the dark fog outside. "Then it's up to you."

Since he is an evil cultivator, he has long been prepared to die at any time.

"I can't help you too much. I think it's a fake body. Let me try it out for you first. I can only do so much."

As Zhao Yang said, he stepped out of the threshold and walked out facing the black mist.

"Huo, who do I know? It turns out to be from the Jinwu tribe."

"I want to try, what is the sacred rule of the swarm in this forbidden language.

I'm going on. "

He stared at it for a moment, then shot suddenly.

Boom!

A punch hit a strong monk, the body of the Golden Crow monk shook, stopped, and bowed his head.

Then, Zhao Yang saw that his arm was quickly filled with black mist and began to rot, with pieces of paper falling down.

"Their bodies are cursed and cannot be touched."

"Brother, let's go, take care."

After saying this, his whole body was filled with black mist, and his figure also turned into abstract lines, gradually returning to the appearance of a paper man.

The monk stretched out his hand to grab the paper figurine, his eyes showed a puzzled look, with a strange light flashing, he seemed not to understand why people turned into paper.

Dull footsteps sounded, and seven or eight monks gathered around, tore the paper figurines to pieces, kneaded them into paper balls, and ate them.

They seemed to feel that they had been cheated, so they began to look for the target again, and quickly locked on the Taoist.

However, a Golden Crow cultivator shook his body and began to babble. He ate the head and brain of the paper figurine, his eyes glowed, and he became more energetic.

Then, the black mist surged, and more than a dozen people quietly disappeared and walked into the distance.

And hundreds of miles away, somewhere in the formation at the bottom of the lake.

Zhao Yang opened his eyes suddenly, terrified.

"Not good, I was perceived!"

...

"Have you noticed the connection between the soul and the soul?"

The Taoist looked at it, and it was easy to guess the truth, and said with emotion: "Sure enough, we are brothers, who live and die together. Although I am really at ease, you don't have to be like this."

"Then it's my turn."

The Taoist looked calm, took out the Qiankun bag, and walked forward.

untouchable.

Can be traced back to the source according to all clues.

This is the power of the swarm rule?

This is so incomprehensible and desperate, even if he is a master in the Nascent Soul stage.

He took out a piece of paper, bit his finger and quickly wrote some words, then laughed loudly: "Then I will be a fire passer too, and I will record my death as a warning to future generations."

"receive."

After finishing writing, he threw the Qiankun bag into the air, spit out a word, and the Qiankun bag quickly became larger, higher than the house, and the inside was pitch black, covering everyone.

He is ready to fight one last time.

"bundle."

He opened his mouth again, and Qiankun closed his mouth, but encountered resistance.

Hiss.

A hand with black claws tore open the bag, and they came out.

"All rules related to Taoism will be suppressed in the insect domain." The Taoist's face remained unchanged, and he wrote the words again with blood.

Then he picked up a twig, poked it hard, and nailed the paper to the door panel crookedly, and the blood on the writing crookedly flowed down.

Finally, he took a deep breath, drew his sword, and rushed forward without hesitation.

I am an evil cultivator, and I will never wait for death.

"Are you sick?"

Suddenly a voice came, the Taoist was stunned, there are still living people here?

Looking along the voice, he saw a man with a mask on his face. Judging from the voice, he was relatively young.

The face is half red and half white, and the smiling face looks weird under the black mist.

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