Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 296 The Difficulties of Wuji Sect

Zhongzhou.

On the outskirts of Fang City, there is a small sect.

At this moment, a piece of paper was floating in the air and falling to the ground like a fallen leaf.

When the wind blew, the paper man expanded rapidly and turned into a young monk. He walked along the path with a serious look on his face.

"Zhao Yang, you are finally here."

There was a person in the room, and he said: "I heard that there is something wrong with the Xilingjie branch. What's going on?"

That young monk was none other than Zhao Yang, the helmsman of the Wuji Sect's Xiling Realm branch.

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

I found that there are some more sects that I have never heard of in the register of evil sect alliances."

The Taoist frowned, "You can even make mistakes in the registration book? You can go home and plant sweet potatoes."

"It's you who should go home and plant sweet potatoes." Zhao Yang snorted coldly, "You don't even know what this means. It seems like you are really an amateur."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhao Yang said, "It's the 'Insect Swarm Rule'. The phenomenon recorded in history books has appeared, and the real insect swarm disaster is coming.

Normally, only three or two sects disappear from memory every year, but this time only three days have passed, and there are actually 17 missing.

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

This kind of thing has been recorded in the ancient book of fallen immortals, and we have formulated a response plan, but after all, we have never really encountered it. I think it is very bad, what do you think?"

The Taoist was shocked, "Yeah, I understand, so I don't think it's good either."

Zhao Yang glanced at him, "Then do you have any good suggestions?"

"..."

The Taoist frowned and said, "Why don't you just tell me what's going on? I'm just sent by the headquarters to support you. Do you want to fight, kill, or kidnap?"

With a clatter, he took out the sack, and the colors changed into red, yellow, white, green and blue.

"When we meet for the first time, let me introduce myself first." The Taoist said, "I am the right protector of the Wuji Sect. I am good at assassination, stealing, and snooping. I am tight-lipped, never drink alcohol, never gamble or do drugs. I am absolutely reliable."

"Vulgar person."

Zhao Yang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "The king of heaven overpowers the tigers of earth."

"Thunder God Grass Lightning Mother."

The Taoist blurted out, "If you have something to say, don't act like a mother-in-law and a mother-in-law. Why do you need to be so cautious?"

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

The Taoist stared at me, "Although you are not a girl, you don't have to prove that I am not good at dry roads. You are too thin."

"Stupid, read the words."

The Taoist took a look and found that there were many words written densely on it.

"The situation is urgent, so I have to write directly on the paper figures. These are the sects that have disappeared in the past three days."

Zhao Yang said in a deep voice, "Since you don't understand, I'll tell you straight away. Listen carefully, these are absolute secrets, and people will die if they are released.

Those ancient races will mutate under certain conditions

Under the stimulation of certain factors, they will kill all sentient beings for food, and it is best to practice evil.

And after they wipe out a sect, they often choose to modify their memories and make the whole world forget them. We call this spiritual pollution..."

After listening quietly to Zhao Yang, the Taoist was gradually shocked.

"So, these sects are actually within our Wuji Sect alliance, but they were attacked and killed.

And our memories have all been modified?"

There are such outrageous things in the world.

I am here, who can change my memory?

who?

"When I showed up here and spoke, you were already contaminated." Zhao Yang said.

The Taoist put away the sack and looked solemn.

"Contagious memory pollution. If you say that, doesn't it mean there is no solution?"

Zhao Yang said: "It has been an unexplainable thing since ancient times. Why do you think the fallen immortal disappeared? Nothing was left behind?

The only thing we can do now is to disband and block, immediately go into the dark, and cut off the connection between each other.

Then wait to die, or wait to survive.

It's a pity that the insect domain carried by an ancient race means that if you touch it, you will die. No prey has ever come out alive from it. You can only pray that you will not encounter it."

The Taoist frowned deeper and deeper, "I want to discuss it with the headquarters."

This is a major event that affects the entire evil cultivator force. The Wuji Sect Alliance is so huge that even if you want to issue an order, you don’t even know how long it will take.

Who would have thought that the Suzaku clan had just unexpectedly awakened, thinking that they were getting through it, but it turned out to be the beginning of a catastrophe.

"Be fast."

Zhao Yang said: "Perhaps a certain branch is disappearing as we speak.

Maybe the next moment, they will come to your door."

"What a joke."

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

"Why is it broken?"

The words just fell.

Wisps of black fog appeared on the ground.

These fogs didn't come from outside the room, they seemed to appear out of thin air, in the water glass or in the corners. They spread quickly and filled the entire room.

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

In the darkness, there were shadows moving and the sound of low footsteps.

The Taoist was stunned for a moment, "Isn't this the insect domain from the ancient race you mentioned?"

Zhao Yang looked at Hei Wu, "Maybe, maybe?"

"It's no longer possible, you fucking crow's mouth."

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

Tell me, since you came with a problem, you must have a solution."

Zhao Yang said: "How do I know? This is my first time meeting you."

"Hey, this world is really interesting, let's die together." The Taoist said, he had already confirmed that there was something very strange about this.

The figures outside were flickering, and he could see numb faces. They walked very slowly, like puppets being manipulated. Based on his many years of experience 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 that you just lost a life, but I have to lose a precious paper figurine."

Hold.

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

"What's this?"

"The Tongtian Pearl is a treasure acquired from the leader of the Insect Fighting Gang. I heard that when you fall into a dead end, you can send a signal for help and ignore all mental shields."

As he spoke, the Taoist crushed the beads.

Then, nothing happens.

"How could this happen?" The Taoist frowned. He didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation.

"It's a fake."

"Impossible. Although the insect-fighting gang Xiao Shou is average in strength, his credit is still good. I have never heard of him selling fake goods."

Zhao Yang looked at Zhizhao, "Is it possible that it's because those people are dead and don't have a chance to say anything?"

The Taoist thought for a while, took out the Qiankun bag, and looked at the dark fog outside. "Then let's fight."

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

"I can't help you much. I'm just a fake person. I'll test it for you first. I can only do so much."

Zhao Yang said, then stepped out of the threshold and walked out into the black mist.

"Huo, who am I? It turns out to be the Golden Crow tribe."

"I would like to try to find out what the rules of the insect swarm in this taboo language are.

I’m going to fuck.”

He stared for a moment and then suddenly took action.

Bang!

A punch hit a strong monk, and the Golden Crow monk's body shook, stopped, and lowered his head.

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

"Their bodies are cursed and cannot be touched."

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

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

The monk stretched out his hand to grab the paper man, with a puzzled look in his eyes and a strange light. He seemed not to understand why people turned into paper.

The dull sound of footsteps sounded, and seven or eight monks gathered around, tore the paper figure into pieces, crushed it into paper balls, and ate it.

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

However, a Golden Crow monk's body shook and he began to murmur. He ate the paper man's head and brain, his eyes burned, and he became more energetic.

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

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

Zhao Yang's real body suddenly opened his eyes, extremely horrified.

"No, it was sensed!"

…

"Have you noticed any soul contact?"

The Taoist looked at it and easily guessed the truth, and said with emotion: "We are indeed brothers, we live and die together. Although I feel really comfortable, you don't have to be like this."

"Then it's my turn."

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

Not to be touched.

Can trace all clues back to the origin.

Is this the power of the Swarm Rule?

This is too unsolvable and despairing, even if he is a master at the Nascent Soul stage.

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

"receive."

After finishing writing, he threw the Qiankun Bag into the air and uttered one word. The Qiankun Bag quickly grew in size and was higher than the house. It was dark inside, covering everyone.

He prepares for one last ditch effort.

"bundle."

When he opened his mouth again, the Qiankun bag closed, but encountered resistance.

Hiss.

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

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

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

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

We, evil cultivators, will never wait for death.

"Are you sick?"

Suddenly a voice came, and the Taoist was stunned. Is there anyone alive here?

Looking along the sound, he saw a man with a mask on his face. From the sound of his voice, he sounded younger.

His face was half red and half white, and his smiling face looked strange under the black mist.

…

(End of chapter)