Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

The Qianzong League has assembled a large number of masters.

Tiandiqing has a lot of eyeliner, so he has already received clues for such a big move.

"Senior Sister, what should we do?" Yang Fei trembled when he heard about Qian Zongmeng.

When did you attract this big guy?

Is that something Tiandiqing can deal with?

Red Lotus Taoist is not easy to do in this world!

Zhao Hongxue also frowned, she looked very good now, once the old suzerain's bloodline was cut off, the erosive power in her body degenerated in place, like an avalanche.

Together with several disciples from Qingyun Sect of Tiandiqing, the same vision also appeared.

As a result, the recovery time of the parasite will be greatly delayed.

"Evacuate, we can't stay here any longer." Zhao Hongxue made a decision.

"Where do you go?"

"Leave the Cangxuan Continent."

Yang Fei was stunned for a moment, a little sad.

Leaving the Cangxuan Continent means leaving the sphere of influence of the Qianzong League.

But at the same time, it is also leaving home.

Although, this hometown does not welcome them.

Thinking of this made him even sadder.

"Wait a little longer." Bai Bing said suddenly.

Yang Fei said anxiously, "What are you waiting for? This place is so big. I heard that Qian Zongmeng will carry out a blanket search to find all of us and kill them one by one.

Look at them, they are so exterminated, is it plausible?

If we don't leave, when they are really killed, when they have disciples who wake up and want to come and turn to the light, where can we go? "

"Three days." Bai Bing mused, "Give me three days."

Yang Fei frowned, "What's the use of three days, our scouts in Tiandiqing are working very hard, and they lose a lot every day.

Even if it is more than a day, I don't know what will happen.

Maybe, brother, I will be gone tomorrow. "

"Then wait for three days." Zhao Hongxue said suddenly.

Yang Fei opened his mouth, and his expression gradually became angry. This guy who eats and drinks for nothing, and doesn't join the sect, how can he give his opinion?

"Senior sister, you know three days."

"If you don't agree, get out," Zhao Hongxue said.

Yang Fei opened his mouth and had nothing to say.

Didn't you say that from now on, the world will be cleared, and I will be the master?

Of course, if you want to think this way, you dare not say it, Yang Fei nodded vigorously, "I actually think so too, wait a minute."

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[The parasite cleanup plan is being implemented. 】

【Infection rate: 291】

【Fatality rate: 0.43%】

[Completed infection: 722 people]

【Countdown: 1 day】

[Phase: Large-scale dissemination stage. 】

Qian Zongmeng arranged a large number of experts, and began to conduct investigations in the places where Tiandiqing often haunts.

But during this period of time, some abnormal phenomena appeared in Qing Yunzong.

Dozens of Qing Yunzong disciples fell ill one after another. After diagnosis, they were suspected of contracting a cold.

Later, even several cabinet elders were infected.

This alarmed some nearby towns and sects.

Cultivating the Tao is a bumpy road, and wounds from swords and swords are commonplace. Who doesn't have scars on their bodies?

But it's a bit weird to be infected with the wind and cold.

How can a cultivator suffer from common wind disease after going through a few stages of washing the marrow and cutting the bones to build the foundation?

But Qin Sheng has always felt uneasy recently.

He didn't have a cold.

Because, he does not have a human body.

But he discovered a strange problem, that is, the vitality in his body is disintegrating, that speed is very slow, but it cannot escape his keen perception.

On the same day, he announced that he would temporarily stop searching for evil cultivators, and began to retreat to find the root of the problem.

Could it be that the physical body has been lost for too long recently, and the Dao is about to collapse?

This is unreasonable, how can it be so fast.

In other words, Bai Bing's physical body is really good, and he even has the only true blood. It seems that he has a good vision and has discovered this a long time ago.

This is a talent that can be made, and it is also a good-looking talent. It must be cherished and not bumped into.

His biggest regret in this life is that he was not romantic enough when he was young. If he succeeds in obtaining a physical body, he will definitely show his glory.

It's just that now his anxiety is getting heavier and heavier, and he is going to adjust his breath first, and then capture him alive.

A mere minor repair during the foundation building period will not be able to escape.

"If the order is passed on, the old man can start retreating and recuperating if he wants, and it won't be too long."

Qin Sheng summoned an elder and gave instructions, "If the deputy leader and Song Zongzhu come to visit, tell them to wait for two days, no, just one day."

He felt that hunting Tiandiqing a day or two later would not have any impact.

After all, it's just a matter of breathing and exhaling for a week.

Rumble!

The stone chamber was sealed, and Qin Sheng went into seclusion.

...

[The parasite cleanup plan is being implemented. 】

【Infection rate: 42】

【Lethal rate: 100%】

[Completed infection: 1131 people]

[The virus protein mutation program has started, the fatality rate has been fully checked, and the cleaning program is being executed. 】

Qin Sheng began to adjust his breath and checked his body, Shenhai.

It takes half a day to check.

But now he found a problem, he felt a little tired.

The more you retreat, the more tired you become.

The spiritual power in the body also began to run unsmoothly.

What's even more strange is that he found that his surroundings were slowly changing, and this change was a bit weird and disgusting.

Why is there an unpleasant smell around?

Qin Sheng looked at the puddles of blue and black mucus left on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

Which disciple is responsible for cleaning this? He actually made this secret room as dirty as a pig farmer, so he will definitely behead him later.

Qin Sheng put that disciple on the death list, closed his eyes and started to meditate again.

A quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes again.

Why is there a pile of wreckage in the corner of the stone chamber? It was still a skull, as if it had been bitten by something, and it died in a miserable state.

Wasn't there a pile of stones here before?

It looks really shocking, it makes me Qingyunzong look like some evil sect.

Qin Sheng closed his eyes again, thinking about turning around and beheading the handyman disciple who was in charge of this place.

Another half hour passed.

Qin Sheng suddenly felt something crawling on his face, so he wiped it away with his hand.

It turned out to be a bug.

It was a blue worm crawling on his face. At first he thought it was spiritual energy circulating in his body, but he ignored it until it crawled out from his nostrils. He couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing the bug, Qin Sheng was stunned for three seconds.

Snapped!

The worm exploded in an instant, and at the same time Qin Sheng stood up suddenly, "Presumptuous! Who put Gu on this old man?"

No reply.

Qin Sheng frowned deeply. Is it plausible that a bug would crawl onto his body without anyone noticing it?

Man-made or not, it's totally unreasonable.

In the future, the person who arranged the defensive formation here will also be beheaded.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he was about to get up and go out.

This one is not closed anymore.

But just when he was about to get up, he found that his legs were a little numb.

No, many legs feel numb.

Qin Sheng looked down and was stunned.

A dense pile of slender legs curled up together, covered with black and green mucus, giving off a stench.

These legs grew on a fat body, but now the body was covered with sores, and there were signs of decay everywhere, like a large piece of rotten flesh that swelled and bubbled.

The worm stretched out two paws, touched the strange body, not very confident, and his movements were a little stiff.

"Me, who am I?"

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