Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 243 Something happened to Tiandiqing

"I just saw the legendary big demon." A disciple looked at the horizon with a solemn expression.

"Where?"

Other disciples were also alert. According to past trial information, there were not many dangers on this trial road, but those big demons were one of them.

The elders have said that if you encounter those unclean things, you should not approach them and you must stay away.

After all, we are here for a trial, not to risk death.

Whoever likes to do that kind of thing will do it.

It is said that people from the Divine Phoenix tribe love doing it most.

The disciple pointed in one direction and said, "I saw they captured some magical beasts, which seemed to be magical apes. In addition, I picked up a sword."

Bai Bing said, "Let me take a look."

The disciple then took out his sword.

This is a simple short sword, with pictures of beasts carved on it. However, the sword was twisted by some force, and the scabbard was broken into twists. There are still black fingerprints on it.

Why do I always feel that this sword seems a bit familiar?

Bai Bing straightened the sword and reluctantly pulled out the hilt. The blade was clean and bright. It seemed that the loser had no chance to make a move.

Which unlucky family was captured by the Insect Domain?

He looked at it for a moment and suddenly noticed the small pendant on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

On the pendant is a thumb-sized fox mask, which is very delicate and looks like it was carved from a shell.

Heaven and earth are clear!

He was very familiar with this mask. Tiandiqing used it as a symbol and often left such marks on the Zerg hosts they hunted. Zhao Hongxue also wore such a mask.

Bai Bing stood up suddenly, "How long ago did you see it?"

The disciple said: "Just now, but they ran so fast."

"I'm going on a trip." Bai Bing set off immediately.

Li Minghao frowned, "You have so many things to do, do you want to cause trouble for us?"

"I didn't let you go."

Bai Bing said: "Just wait for me here. I will be back in half an hour."

"No." Li Minghao insisted and refused.

This is a rule, and the clan warns that if something like this happens, you must leave as soon as possible.

So Bai Bing took out the accounting book.

Li Minghao's expression changed, "I'm just worried about your safety, you can do whatever you want!

Damn it, didn’t I tell you to do whatever you want?”

Bai Bing opened the accounting book and was stunned when he found his name.

[Li Minghao: Regular work]

"You actually have a criminal record? Or do you have eight bars?" Bai Bing asked, "How did you do it?"

Li Minghao sneered, "This is not very simple. I have just been released from confinement for four months and have had five treatments, and there are only eight left.

Otherwise, you can record it twice more, and there will be a discount if you add it all up, which is a good deal."

Ah, Bai Bing was speechless and couldn't bear it for a moment.

"Forget it, you behave well and I will try to help you remove it three times." Bai Bing said.

He then left, heading in the direction he was pointing. The surrounding fog closed in, and soon no one was visible.

However, there is a location sensor on the distributed card, so as long as you are not too far away, it will be no problem to come back.

Ahead is a deserted street, quiet and shrouded in black fog.

The buildings on the left and right are neat, but there are no signs of dilapidation. There are many small shops, the doors are open, but there is no one there, and there are even candles inside, emitting a cold and faint light.

However, some vague black figures can always be seen moving on the streets and under the eaves.

You can still vaguely hear whispers, very close yet seemingly far away.

There are street stalls on the street, windmills are spinning leisurely, wind chimes are being blown, and the crisp sound echoes throughout the street, as if this is not a street, but an empty, closed space.

"Taotie?"

Bai Bing secretly became vigilant. He always felt that the smell was a bit familiar. Didn't the gluttonous insect swarm be dealt with?

Suddenly, he saw someone passing by on the street corner in the distance, turned into a small alley, and chased after him.

When I looked over, I saw that there was no alley there, only a wall painted with white plaster, with gray-brown mold growing on the base of the wall, and some green moss.

There is a picture on the wall, which is a black sun, or a hole.

Bai Bing touched the painting. It felt hard and cold. Apart from the bright color, which looked like it had just been painted, there was nothing special about it.

With a slight jump, he came to the other side of the wall. Inside was a warehouse with a lot of wood piled up.

Walking towards the room, there are many coffins, both of mahogany and black wood, placed neatly.

But these coffins were all opened, the coffin lids were broken, and there were black fingerprints and claw marks on them, which looked like they were burnt.

Looking into the coffin, I saw a black coffin nail stuck vertically in the coffin, deeply embedded in the coffin. There were blood stains on it, and there was a faint fishy smell inside.

[Bloodline Level: S+]

He used the system to check and found that it was the blood left by the host of an S-class parasite. Is the coffin filled with the host of an ancient race?

He who is S+ only knows the Suzaku tribe.

"That's not right." He took a white cloth from the counter, wiped the blood clean, and found that the bloodline level of S+ could still be detected.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly and he saw where the coffin was nailed, there were some torn pieces of fabric that had been forcibly torn off, and they were stained with blood and unknown mucus.

"This coffin nail might be locking something, but it escaped." Bai Bing said to himself.

He thought of the nail on his hand again and it felt similar to it, but he used the system to check the bloodline level and found three question marks.

Suddenly he noticed that most of the coffins had a piece of paper with red letters on it, which seemed to be a label.

[Wuji Sect Zhang Panshi]

[Unknown identity of Wuji Sect]

"So it's the Wuji Sect again?" He glanced at it and felt strange.

What is going on with this Wuji Sect? It’s so weird.

Forget it, he didn't care about them, he only cared about the purity of heaven and earth.

"Those people don't look like they are here."

The feeling of danger was gradually disappearing, and he seemed to be lost.

Looking back again, the dark fog outside is slowly dissipating and is about to disappear.

"No, the problem is on that wall."

Bai Bing quickly left the coffin shop, jumped back, came under the wall, and saw the black sun.

On the empty streets, there were gradually more and more dark shadows.

The windmill is still spinning leisurely, and the sound of the collision of wind chimes is still crisp, but the echo gradually decreases and almost disappears.

"I'll tear you apart."

Not understanding what it was, he took action directly and punched the wall, preparing to perform a miracle with great force.

Bang!

A dull sound appeared, and that weird feeling felt like it hit someone's back?

The black sun gradually began to squirm, and black flames burned around him. A dangerous aura came quietly, and he felt like he was being stared at by something.

Golden Crow tribe?

Are the Golden Crows looking for food? They have captured the people of Tiandiqing, not even sparing the bodies in the coffins?

After a moment of coaxing, the Suzaku Fire burned around him, slowly but surely dispersing the black flames, and the black sun in front of him also burned.

It is said that the Golden Crow tribe has an ascended person with a bloodline level of S. They are a relatively young ancient race, and their background is actually not as good as that of the Suzaku tribe.

Therefore, he is not afraid of the oppression of the Golden Crow Insect Domain. Even if he encounters danger, he still has a small stone tablet that can call his parents.

The black flame disappeared, and the black sun suddenly began to squirm, expanding like a black hole, swallowing up the white ice.

…

The streets became quiet again.

Gradually, the dark fog dissipated and sunlight came in.

The silhouettes of people visible on the street are becoming clearer and clearer.

The whispers gradually grew louder and turned into shouts and shouts.

In just a moment, figures appeared one after another, including pedestrians, carriages, vendors, and children.

They were walking on the road, talking and laughing.

The windmill was still spinning leisurely and nothing happened.

But in the coffin shop, a shadow gradually became clear in the corner. It was an old man, the owner of the coffin shop.

He turned pale when he saw the lids of the neat coffins were all opened and the sawdust shattered.

He rolled up to the counter, reached out tremblingly, took out a communication instrument from a wooden box, and activated it according to the instructions of a certain practitioner.

"Sir, it's not good."

"Yes, are you a master of the Wuji Sect? I am the owner of the coffin shop in Shixian County."

"I'm telling you, you brought the corpse for burial, and he, he faked it and ran away."

…

(End of chapter)