Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 285 I am the rule

Bai Bing walked towards the mountain.

But this time it was different. He silently used his spiritual power to guide a certain "power" within his body.

Although he has been contaminated for a long time and cannot see the insects clearly, he can still identify the source of power and activate them.

In fact, the method is very simple. If the "cleaner" cleans the rules, then he can fully release the power of the "cleaner".

But the price is. Complete infection.

【warn.】

The system began to report prompts, and the suppression was released. The balance created by "Jiu Occupying the Magpie's Nest" was destroyed, and he was about to be completely parasitized.

But Bai Bing simply ignored it this time. He silently sensed the changes around him, and saw the colors in front of him losing color, ripples flowing in the air, Taoist rules permeating the air, and the world seemed to be covered with a complex filter.

There were more and more system prompts, and the text turned into a bloody mass, and then he closed it directly.

There is a kind of power emerging in the body, becoming more and more excited and manic.

Gradually, he lost consciousness.

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When he woke up, he found himself lying in a dilapidated temple.

There are three Buddha statues around, and their bodies are covered with cracks.

Blood seeped out from the gaps and turned into red mist.

They didn't speak anymore, just pale, cold, hard stone.

"Solved?"

He felt a little confused and noticed something was wrong inside his body.

Looking outside, everything is covered in red mist.

His eyes gradually expanded, and as the red mist rolled down into the mountains, he saw winding paths, gravel, and withered grass. There was no life on this mountain except himself.

As the red mist filled the entire mountain, he understood this abnormal feeling. He was the mist, the mist was him, and he was the Suzaku Insect Domain.

The consciousness came to the bottom of the mountain and spread among the branches and leaves. The birds perched on the branches fell to the ground with a bang. These lives were too fragile and could not withstand a glance.

A woodcutter passed by and came over suspiciously when he saw the red mist.

Then he also lowered his head, passed out, and stood silently in the red mist.

Bai Bing's eyes paused on him for a moment, and he felt in his heart that he could easily modify the woodcutter's memory and pollute his personality.

He wanted to continue to spread out, but he felt something was abnormal in his body, as if something was crawling inside him.

Then the red mist receded and only covered the entire mountain.

The look in the woodcutter's eyes returned and he continued on his way, as if nothing had happened.

Returning to consciousness, Bai Bing saw that his body was beginning to crack, with red lines squirming inside.

Densely packed, traveling through the body, he was like an insect nest, his Dantian, Qi sea, internal organs, four meridians and eight meridians were all gone. Only a layer of skin remained for him.

And this skin is also decaying, and soon there will be nothing that belongs to you.

"I did eat them."

Bai Bing said to himself that he could sense a familiar yet unfamiliar power that belonged to these "gods".

Based on the way the big fat insect woke up and ate the eyes of the insect corpse before, it should have swallowed the "rules".

In other words, I am the rule.

But the big fat worm obviously can't digest it. These "rules" don't belong to him, they are coming out.

"If we let it go, all our efforts will be wasted."

Bai Bing frowned. He felt severe pain in his body, but he could do nothing. He could only watch his body slowly crack and rot.

Some things crawled out. They looked like red blood, insects, or tentacles covered with mucus. They spread outward from the center of the body and flowed back toward the three statues.

"If I die like this, it will go back. My death will be in vain.

There is only one way, I am the rule, then I will commit suicide."

Bai Bing said to himself, his eyes suddenly brightened.

The next moment, he saw the red blood flowing faster and struggling to crawl towards the three statues. He felt the dark will coming from "it".

It's called "fear".

Is it afraid of death?

What a coincidence, I'm scared too.

In the blink of an eye, the squirming blood came to the feet of the statue and climbed up, trying to climb up the statue and get into the cracks.

The statue is reviving, its eyes are glowing red and about to open.

Swish.

The dagger was instantly in his hand. Bai Bing's eyes were cold and he was about to stab his body with the sword and kill himself.

Kill the rules and kill yourself.

Use my death to awaken all sentient beings!

Following Patriarch Nanxuan, you can live up to your reputation as a disciple!

But the moment the sword pierced his skin, perhaps it was his instinctive desire to survive or some thoughts that made him stop quickly.

wrong!

Taoist Nanxuan said that rules will not die, only people will die.

If I die, it will be lost and break free.

This is what Taoist Nanxuan told me, but I didn't think of this matter at the first time. Instead, I instinctively wanted to solve it with death.

It is the power of mental pollution!

His mood became serious, and then he realized that he had almost forgotten what "pollution" was, and it was very vague.

The memory of things that are so important and always with me are fading rapidly, just like my appearance, it is difficult to remember clearly without the mirror.

"You can't commit suicide, it's tempting me."

Bai Bing thought, and then watched the red blood climbing up and into the cracks, and the "anxiety" in his heart became more and more serious.

He didn't know whether what he saw was true or false, but decided to wait. Lu Xun said, "Stay unchanged to cope with all changes."

If it really returns to the idol, there is nothing we can do about it, we will try our best.

After about three breaths, the blood suddenly disappeared.

His body also returned to its original state, with no cracks, only the dagger in his hand, and the light of the sword was cold.

The surrounding red mist is still thick.

Clang.

Bai Bing threw the sword out, and then with a thought, the sword suddenly accelerated in the air, passed through the red mist, turned into a sharp light, and shot thousands of miles away.

In the straight lines, the domain formed by the red mist gradually closes.

He threw away everything that could kill him.

As long as I don't die, I can always seal them off, right?

Do you want to seal yourself in the source crystal as Taoist Nanxuan said?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt that his body was cracking again and blood was trickling out.

The skin becomes wrinkled, the bones become fragile, and the muscles atrophy. In just a short moment, the body is rotting, pus and blood appear, the body is numb, and the consciousness is blurred.

Then, Quiet's storage ring exploded without warning, and the contents inside splattered everywhere like fragments. Many of them passed through his body, piercing him into a sieve, leaving blood spots on the walls of the ancient temple.

He was confused. The dead storage ring suddenly started attacking me?

It doesn't hurt at all. It must be an illusion, right?

As he thought about it, he felt his body begin to hurt again, in his thigh area.

What bug fix? He looked down and found that it was the small tube of divine phoenix blood essence - something that was extracted from An Yingqiu's arm and refined.

This is SSS-level bloodline power, and it is also the most powerful healing ability in the world. It can truly resurrect human flesh and bones.

It fell out with the sputtering objects, and the essence and blood flowed out. When it met his festering body, it began to repair and regained consciousness, causing pain.

Are all the illusions arranged so reasonably?

He pondered for a moment, not sure whether it was true or not, so he had to hold up the divine phoenix essence and blood and let it flow down his fingers and onto his body.

The golden flame is burning slowly, offsetting the body's rate of decay.

It worked hard to repair the holes in its body and grow new flesh from its damaged internal organs, but the damage to its body was too severe.

Gradually, his consciousness began to blur at a slow speed, his vitality was losing, and his thinking began to become chaotic.

Intuitively, it seems to be real this time.

And he realized an important problem: Shenhuang didn't have enough essence and blood.

The golden flame burned slowly and extinguished slowly. He lay on the ground, looked at the last golden fire, and closed his eyes.

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(End of chapter)