Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 321 Meeting the Dao Sect Again

The old continent, somewhere deep in the mountains and old forests.

There is a tribe here with no tall buildings, only some low thatched houses.

Occasionally, there were pedestrians coming and going, wearing coarse linen clothes. Sometimes I saw children passing by dragging the corpses of huge monsters, and some women breaking up a large bundle of fragrant magic medicine and lighting a fire to cook.

The rice is fragrant, the magic medicine is burning underneath, and the fire is very strong.

"Has everything been released?"

In a certain thatched house, a middle-aged man asked. He had bronze skin and a hair crown with several tall feathers on his head, like a leader.

"They've all been released, and now many people have come from the outer continent and are looting like crazy."

There are still two-thirds of the things from that era left, what should we do with them?" a subordinate said.

The middle-aged leader said: "We will wait until they have finished digesting the rest. These parasites are not common species in the Central Plains. Most people are not qualified for parasitism. Parasitism can easily fail. If we release them all at once and scare them away, it will be difficult to handle."

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The subordinate said: "Do we need to come forward? Even if it is a reward, we cannot give it to them like this."

The middle-aged leader pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Let them eat enough first and discover our value. It will not be too late to meet them again after we are born."

After giving instructions, the middle-aged leader came to the cellar.

I saw some huge crystals, filled like pillars, with a person sealed inside each one.

Occasionally, you can see some exquisite metal utensils and even shotguns, but they are just covered with dust.

"Old boss."

The middle-aged leader smiled and said: "We have successfully lured them here, and when they discover our outdoor paradise, that will be the day we are born.

We are sitting on a treasure house, but it has been dormant here for so many years.

What taboos from that era, what guardians, and why should we protect them? Let those Central Plains people enjoy themselves outside, while we hibernate here day after day, year after year, just for an illusory promise?"

"You'll regret it."

Suddenly there was an old voice, and then there was the sound of chains shaking, coming from a dark corner.

The middle-aged leader walked over with a look of pity on his face.

The old man has gray hair, ragged clothes, and a kind face.

"Child, stop it. Born in our tribe, you know the horror of parasites."

The middle-aged leader smiled and said: "I will lead our tribe to achieve an unprecedented great rejuvenation."

"You look very pitiful." The old man said, "This is not strength, child, this is a trap."

"Times have changed."

The middle-aged leader said: "You have no strength, so you will be bound by a dog chain.

Our tribe does not use our power, so we will be confined to this continent for an entire era, and will be forgotten by the world sooner or later.

You often talk about "mission" and "promise", but after countless years, have they come back?

No, they are long gone. This is an era of power and superpowers.

Times have really changed.”

The old man coughed twice and stopped talking.

…

[Awakening virus potion has been obtained.]

Seeing the system prompt, Bai Bing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Different from cleaning, the matter of "awakening" is inherently complicated and cannot be solved by releasing the virus, although this is a necessary step.

He spent two days picking up bodies and taking samples.

Fortunately, there are many dead people here.

"It's just that in such a large area, people are too scattered, so it's a problem to spread it."

Bai Bing pondered.

Recently, he discovered that this area is very strange.

There are also more high-level parasites.

The most terrifying thing is that there are not many in number, but there are many types.

Every day we can see a large number of monks looking for opportunities, but then they cannot hold on and die.

This cultivating immortality goes against heaven, and it’s so unreasonable.

Within two days, he had re-sealed seven or eight kinds of parasites. Without exception, they were all S-level parasites with special numbers, and they appeared in very special places, where there were many practitioners.

He increasingly doubted whether these "sealed bodies" appeared maliciously.

Walking in the jungle, not long after, he suddenly heard movement and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Did another insect appear?"

Rushing quickly, he saw a body hanging on a tree.

And it seems that its aura belongs to the Divine Phoenix Clan?

It's just that the corpse is now in a weird state, it's dyed green all over, like a moldy and rotten skin, and something is moving inside the body. It seems to be another host that has failed to be parasitized.

Immediately afterwards, there was movement from other directions, it was monks from other races.

Moreover, he had a bald head. Bai Bing looked at him and found him quite familiar.

Isn’t this a highly intelligent talent from the Taoist sect?

"It's the skeleton of a saint!"

The bald man was overjoyed and immediately took out his communication device, "Come on! I found something good!"

Putting down the communication device, his bald head's eyes shone brightly, and he stepped forward to look at the rotting corpse. Then he suddenly saw Bai Bing and was startled.

"Who is here!"

Bai Bing said: "Long time no see."

Daomen's bald head was suspicious, and then said: "Please leave."

Bai Bing thought about how to deal with it, but then thought about it and suddenly said: "I got here first, and you came later. According to the rules of the world, first come, first served, so it is mine."

"this"

Dao Men's bald man looked embarrassed and continued: "The rules of the world are that those who are destined to get it will get it. Why do you think it is destined to you?"

Bai Bing said: "I saw it first. Isn't this just fate? And it's also the rules of the world, but you only talk about fate or not, not first-come, first-served. Isn't this a double standard?"

Ah this

"That's right, then I'm leaving."

The bald man scratched his head, thinking that this man spoke clearly and eloquently, but he couldn't defeat him. He was not well prepared today and would wait until he could think of an excuse before coming back to confront him.

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead, why am I so stupid, I just leave when he says to leave?

Master also taught me a trick: no matter how hard he talks, it's never too late to leave.

He turned around and said with a smile:

"Donor, you are wrong."

[Mental pollution detected: awareness, please take precautions.]

Bai Bing narrowed his eyes, he was an experienced Taoist, and when he opened his mouth, he spoke with wise words, the kind that could talk people to death.

The bald man said: "The donor is devoted to the Tao, but he never knows that even the Tao is a double-edged sword. If it is not used properly, there will be endless troubles.

In fact, there is a good saying among evil cultivators. As your cultivation becomes more and more advanced, your will will be distorted. What will it be distorted by?

It's strength, power, greed.

This is a worldly thing that will hinder the Taoist mind and make you fall into a sea of ​​suffering."

Seeing that Bai Bing was silent, the bald man had a sad look on his face, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore."

Donor, please look back, it's such a sin.

let me."

After saying this, he saw that Bai Bing was smiling but not smiling, and was indifferent.

The bald man was shocked, "Why are you so stubborn?"

Bai Bing said: "It's because your moral practice is too shallow and you can't convince people with your reason.

Your sect leader didn’t even convince me, let alone you.”

"Ashamed."

The bald man looked embarrassed, "My master indeed said so."

But he suddenly realized, "Sect Master? Who are you? Are you qualified to let the Sect Master preach to you?"

Bai Bing's expression remained unchanged, "How about Feng Li? I'm his friend."

Baldhead was shocked.

Fengli?

Who is it?

Oh, he is the son of the sect owner.

The bald man immediately saluted, "It turns out you are one of our own, so I'm rude.

Feng Li is doing well now, but he has a bit of a rebellious temperament and often wants to become an evil cultivator. Fortunately, the sect leader has always taken care of him."

Bai Bing pondered, that kid went back after the Tianxie Sect was disbanded, and he should have heard that I was "dead". I would like to give him a chat mirror when I have time.

Now Daomen has also entered the S-class ranks, which may be a help in the future.

Just then, there was another sound of wind.

Bai Bing took a look and saw that he was an acquaintance again.

Jinwu tribe, Ye Wuchen.

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(End of chapter)