Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 343 The poor Golden Crow tribe was manipulated

Inside the dungeon.

It's become more and more lively recently.

From time to time, I saw unconscious monks being imprisoned. When they woke up, they looked confused.

"Hey, here comes another big victim."

Hearing the sound, a comatose young man opened his eyes and found that it was dark and damp here.

It feels like, like, at home.

"Boy, what's your name? Which sect was arrested after awakening?" Another monk lowered his head and asked.

"Xuanwu tribe, Zhao Liang." said the young man.

The monk was shocked and said to the person next to him, "Brother Ye, this is actually from the Xuanwu clan."

He immediately helped the young man up and said, "Hello, hello, I am from the Tianshan tribe. Please help me in the future."

The young man from the Xuanwu tribe looked up and saw a man in black with his hands behind his back. Then he turned around and nodded lightly.

"It turns out that I am a brother of the Xuanwu clan. I, Ye Wuchen, are you being imprisoned here because of your awakening?"

"What awakening?" The young man was still confused.

At that time, he discovered that there was something wrong with his cultivation and he always saw some strange things. He wanted to ask the Qing people about it, but as soon as they heard about the symptoms, they beat him up.

This made him feel angry, so he told it again.

"Stupid, if you can't hide this kind of thing, why should you tell them?" Ye Wuchen sneered.

The young man scratched his head, "But this is what they said. If you encounter similar symptoms, come to them, and I will come."

Ye Wuchen paused for a moment.

"Brother Ye, they are fishing. They want all of us awakened people to fall into a trap. If we are locked up, their conspiracy cannot be revealed. It is too cruel." The monk from the Shan clan said that day.

"What is awakening?" the boy asked.

"Come here, load the goods." Ye Wuchen waved his hand.

Then someone brought the desk over, which was filled with all kinds of squirming insects.

The young man covered his mouth, disgusted, and then his expression became fierce, "Just eat, my senior brother will take revenge on me."

"No, I didn't let you eat!"

The Tianshan tribe monks were shocked, why are you so honest? Are you really from the Xuanwu tribe?

"This is an elixir, or in other words, insect eggs!"

A monk came and tried very hard to explain his current situation to him.

The young man was shocked, "It turns out that this is not an illusion.

Is this an evil cultivator? It’s terrible, no, I have to tell my senior brother that we can’t let him fall into the Qing tribe’s trap!”

"Can you get out in this state? Brother Ye can't even get out." The monk next to him poured cold water on him.

The young man calmly looked at Ye Wuchen, "Did you get tricked into this too?"

Ye Wuchen said calmly, "Of course I have a clear understanding in my heart. I have been here to support you and others. Mere little tricks can't trap me."

When the young man heard this, he admired him and said, "My senior brother said that the Golden Crow people are all sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks. Brother Ye is wise, and I think he is as powerful as my senior brother."

"Who is your senior brother?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"Li Changtao." The young man said.

There is no meal at night.

Damn, why are you swearing behind someone's back?

"Is it that one?" The monk from the Tianshan tribe was surprised.

After a moment of silence, Ye Wuchen said: "Now that we are here and we are all friends, and we are aware of the current situation, I hope you can stay calm like me.

I already have a rough understanding of the situation. The Qing tribe wants to use the tribes in Zhongzhou to build momentum and then kill all of us geniuses in one fell swoop.

In this way, they are the most qualified geniuses, and if we cannot leave here, we will die in peace.

Therefore, we must stay dormant, unite, and accumulate more knowledge."

"Are you ready to overthrow them together? Expose their conspiracy?" The young man's blood boiled with excitement.

"No, prepare to wait for someone to come to rescue you."

The young man's face fell, "Senior brother is so cautious in doing things, will he really come to save me?"

At this time, there was the sound of chains and the cell door opened.

A familiar figure appears.

"Zi Zhong, if you have the guts, let me out and have a head-on fight!"

You are shameless and engaged in sneak attacks, you piece of trash!" the Xuanwu tribe boy shouted angrily.

The other monks also looked at this native of the Qing tribe indifferently. It had to be said that falling into the trap of the natives was simply an insult in life.

The leader of the Qing tribe smiled, "Don't be conceited. Even if I help you with one hand, you are not necessarily the enemy of Yihe."

As he spoke, green light appeared in his eyes, and the aura of chaos filled his body. At the same time, his skin and flesh were torn open, and green soft bodies appeared like snakes, staring at these prey.

Familiar blood pressure, completely unfamiliar visual experience.

This contrast is disgusting.

"Do you know what you look like now?" Ye Wuchen stared at the leader of the Qing clan and said.

He found that the leader of the Qing tribe was stronger than before.

He ended up here after being attacked by a sneak attack last time. He probably won't need a sneak attack this time, and it won't be easy to deal with.

He is quite humble.

"Of course I know."

The leader of the Qing tribe smiled, "But what does that matter? Since you have become evil cultivators, you don't need to care about your opinions."

This silenced everyone. This was a cruel fact. They had been fighting evil cultivators for many years, but they never thought that one day they would become evil cultivators.

There is a strong sense of immersion.

It would probably not be easy if he went out.

This made them even more worried. If they became evil cultivators, where would they go?

"Since you know it clearly, what are you trying to do?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"Of course I want to work on my strength, identity, and future."

The leader of the Qing tribe smiled and said, "Just stay well, great awakened ones. This world can live well without you."

After roughly exploring it, he turned around and left, and then remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, your tribe has already arrived.

But now, they should have gone to deal with the fortune teller.

Hey, that kid is also a disaster, let him accompany you later."

The young man was furious, "It's impossible. Senior brother has special means. He will definitely find me when he comes."

The leader of the Qing tribe took out an instrument with a strange shape and a metallic light.

"This is a signal shielding device, an ancient magic weapon. Even if the gods come, they won't be able to sense your position. Times have changed, stupid boy."

When the monks looked at him, their pupils were shocked.

Is this a fallen immortal magic weapon?

Although I didn’t understand what the shielding was, it seemed to be very powerful. So it turned out that it was because of this that no clan members came to the rescue for a long time?

…

After hearing the clues about their disciples, the envoys of the Golden Crow tribe and the monks of the Xuanwu tribe prepared to go together to find the "fortune teller".

However, something unexpected happened.

Surprisingly, they found it before they even started looking.

"Are you the fortune teller?" The envoy of the Golden Crow tribe had glaring eyes and an evil look on his face.

The Xuanwu monk was unremarkable and stood aside without making any comment.

Bai Bing smiled and said: "Yes, I heard that someone framed me, so I came here.

Tsk, poor fellow Taoist, being played by the Qing tribe."

The envoy of the Golden Crow tribe sneered, "They all say that they were framed, who do you want me to believe?"

"Of course it's me."

"You are so brazen, why should I believe you?"

"How about you look at my face?" Bai Bing said.

The envoy from the Golden Crow tribe took a serious look.

"Hey, you kid, you are quite well prepared, but do you think that we, the Golden Crow Clan, just judge people by their appearance? We are superficial!"

The envoy of the Golden Crow tribe sneered: "Go on, I'll listen to your sophistry."

Bai Bing took out a map and said, "Go and search here. If you can't find anyone, I will write the character "王" upside down."

"Your surname is Wang? Do you dare to tell me your name?"

The envoy of the Golden Crow tribe narrowed his eyes. He was just pretending to be confused because he understood. In fact, he had already investigated this "fortune teller".

Now when he looked at it, he knew that this person was not simple, and there was a vague pressure on him, even though his cultivation had already entered the Nascent Soul.

He only needs a little bit of information to roughly identify this person.

"My surname is not Wang, so what does that have to do with me?"

"..."

"Are you sure?" The envoy held the map. This thing must not be difficult to identify. The worst is to kill him again.

It's not that I really believe him, the main thing is that this person doesn't seem to be easy to deal with.

Go back and bring in two more reinforcements.

"Sure." Bai Bing paused, "But are you really not evil cultivators?"

"Stop spitting blood." The messenger angrily scolded.

"Oh, then it's okay. I'm afraid the evil cultivators may go away but they won't be able to come back," Bai Bing said.

At this time, the unknown Xuanwu monk next to him suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"You two from the Golden Crow tribe, why don't you go back and confirm."

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(End of chapter)