Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 295 Rules Killing Comes

There was the sound of gnawing in the distance.

Bai Bing rushed over quickly and saw that the Golden Crow people were already enjoying it.

They looked very strange at the moment, their skin and flesh were split open, and there was black liquid squirming in their bodies. The liquid seemed to be alive, spiraling into a mouth with fangs, swallowing up the "shadow".

Already eaten half of it.

Moreover, what this Golden Crow tribesman ate was not just his body, his spiritual power, but even his memory.

From the memory fragments, they learned that these "shadows" also knew other prey and knew their hiding places.

This made them very excited, and the dark mist was filled with a pleasant atmosphere.

Suddenly, they seemed to notice something appearing. All the weird-looking Golden Crow people looked over and discovered Bai Bing.

Bai Bing heard a weird neighing sound, very low, like the chirping of insects or the murmur of a demon.

He also heard the "communications" between these people, heard the memory fragments of their devouring the evil cultivators of Heaven and Earth, and heard that they were preparing to use these clues to kill more people until all the evil cultivators were extinct.

Rules kill.

A word quickly popped into his mind. According to what the dead fallen immortal said, "The swarm of insects will "trace back to their source" and kill all evil cultivators.

Has the most terrifying thing finally come?

"The world is clear again, can't you let them go?"

Bai Bing whispered, the red flames in his eyes gradually grew brighter, he met his gaze and walked over.

The dozen or so Golden Crow tribesmen, or what can be called "resurgent parasites", are becoming more and more happy.

Strange black fire burned in their eyes, and when they saw that this was a living prey, black liquid dripped from the corners of their mouths, falling to the ground and blending into the black mist.

Bang bang.

They walked over with heavy steps.

Greedy, indifferent, without any emotion!

But when they saw red mist appearing around Bai Bing, the red fire quickly dispersed the black mist, they were stunned for a moment, and the heavy footsteps disappeared.

Then we walked back and everyone did their own thing.

【**:************】

The system prompts, but there is no prompt.

Bai Bing, still expressionless, walked over and drew his sword.

Swish.

One for each sword.

two.

…

These "bugs" have never thought about being stabbed in the back. They may have thought about it, but based on the IQ of the insect swarm after their recovery, they cannot judge much information. When it comes to cooking, they are not much smarter than the big fat bugs.

Bai Bing raised his sword and dropped it, and then the red mist surged, eroding their corpses and causing their bodies to rot.

Then, the black liquid flowed out, and they evaporated into black mist, roaring, sometimes deep, sometimes sharp, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke.

More than a dozen flames were burning and extinguished one by one. Bai Bing watched quietly.

If he tries to take advantage of the people around him, he should be killed.

Their host may be innocent, which is unfair to them, but fair to him.

The reason why I practice hard is to put myself on the strong side of fairness.

After doing this, Bai Bing did not leave. He waited in place because the black fog had not disappeared.

After waiting for about an hour, no other insects came again.

"It's time to let them change places again."

Bai Bing thought about it and prepared to leave a note, but felt that this was not a solution. He could save him once or twice, but he couldn't keep it forever.

If "killing by rules" really occurs, every evil cultivator needs to master the means of self-protection in order to survive in the world.

What can I do?

As he was thinking, the system prompted another prompt.

【**:******】

But he suddenly noticed that this was not black mist, but red mist.

It's crimson red, with Suzaku fire burning around it.

There are corpses on the ground, and they are not people from the Golden Crow tribe, nor people from the Qing Dynasty, but some strange monks.

Bai Bing was stunned. He seemed to understand something and turned everyone over to check their appearance.

No one is pure in heaven and earth, but they are all evil cultivators.

Their bodies still had sword wounds and traces of being burned by the Suzaku Fire, but there were no bite wounds.

Bai Bing spread his hands and stared blankly.

Silently, he took out his notes and started recording.

【I suffered from strange mental pollution.

It seems to be able to throw me into chaos by mobilizing my subconscious mind.

The rule killing may have really come, and I am not the target, but the one who wields the knife.

…

The one who killed them was not the Golden Crow tribesmen, but me.

Mental pollution is getting more and more serious. I have awakened many people, but I have become a pure patient. How should I awaken myself?

Fortunately, I didn’t go back to Li’s house. I really can’t tell the difference.】

…

After a long period of persuasion from Taoist Nanxuan, Li Qingsi went back.

Seeing her red eyes, Taoist Nanxuan advised: "Don't be too sad. You are right. Since you didn't see the body, maybe she woke up and left on her own."

Li Qingsi lost his mind.

After coaxing her away, Taoist Nanxuan burned incense, bathed his hands, and then took out the Dharma plate with a solemn expression.

"Something weird!"

As a researcher of the insect swarm, he is very sensitive to every move of the insect swarm, and feels that there is a mysterious power affecting him.

"We can only use the ancient method of falling immortals to get a glimpse of the truth."

He muttered to himself, took out a notebook from under the corner of the table, and opened it.

After taking a look, his face gradually relaxed, he put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "This kid almost got into trouble.

It seems that he has successfully escaped danger and inherited that rule.

Your kid has finally matured and knows how to hide himself. In that case, I don’t need to worry about it anymore.

I will give you a helping hand in the end."

He summoned many elders of the Li family.

The elders were surprised and looking forward to it. Did the ancestor have anything to scold?

Didn’t you say that you won’t care about family affairs in the future? Could it be that you didn’t perform well last time?

Soon, the assembly was completed.

There were a lot of people this time, and even the disciples were called, with no intention of keeping it secret.

Nan Xuan looked grave and said: "Actually, there is something that I have been hiding from everyone."

Yunhe also came and immediately frowned, "What happened? Zhongzhou is going to attack us again?"

Are they really going to lose their minds and take action against my entire Li family?

"No." Nan Xuan shook his head.

"You're not going to die, are you?"

"Who said that?" Nan Xuan frowned and looked, that's not what I want to talk about.

He saw that the person who said this was a male disciple. He had eyebrows as sharp as swords and a deep breath. He looked like a man of talent, but his mouth was so versatile.

He didn't know who this junior was, but he saw a familiar-looking person next to him.

Li Tiansu said: "Shut up, keep your mouth shut."

It turns out that he is also the heir of this guy. He is just the same thing, an unworthy descendant who spits out sweet things.

"You once asked me what the mass awakening is all about."

Taoist Nanxuan sighed three times, with a sad look on his face, "I didn't want to mention it anymore, but then I thought about it, why should I take advantage of a junior's reputation.

The matter of group awakening actually has nothing to do with me."

Has nothing to do with you?

The elders and disciples were shocked. Could it be that the reprimand and enlightenment given by ancestor Nanxuan made them suddenly wake up and discover the truth about "parasitism"?

"It's Bai Bing."

Taoist Nanxuan said calmly, "He used his own life to help you awaken.

It is him you should be grateful to, not me.

It’s a pity that you will never see him again.”

…

(End of chapter)