Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 392 False inheritance and false inheritors

The unknown white-clothed warlock who stood aside and watched for a long time said: "That."

"You didn't." Bai Hu replied.

The warlock could only laugh. There were experts from the Divine Phoenix Clan, geniuses from the Golden Crow Clan, and well-known evil cultivators here. As a minor cultivator, he probably had no luck.

"What's your name? I'll allow you to inherit it, have you thought about it?" Bai Hu asked.

Bai Bing said: "Junior Bai Bing, of course I am willing."

I, Bai Bing, am the most pious.

"Then come with me."

…

Still entering that cave.

Then the world reversed. Bai Bing looked around and found that it was a cave, dark and damp.

At the end of the cave, there is a human skeleton leaning against the wall in a sitting position.

The skeleton was crystal clear, emitting a divine light, and he was holding a book in his hand.

When Bai Bing saw it, he felt that the breath of Taoism was permeating the air. He felt that he was about to realize it, but he didn't.

Is it another deception?

Is this a parasite?

"Senior, is this your physical body back then?" Bai Bing asked.

"Of course it is."

A voice came to my ears and echoed in the cave.

Bai Bing nodded, then suddenly took out a black spike and pierced the skeleton with a scoff.

With a crash, the bones fell apart, and the divine light spread to the surrounding ground and turned into countless light dust.

Haven't shown up yet?

Bai Bing's expression was solemn, his eyes were dark, and he was surrounded by the fire of the divine phoenix, ready to deal with the attack of the dead corpse at any time.

"Why are you so anxious?" A voice came again in my ear.

Bai Bing became increasingly vigilant, but with a smile on his face he said: "It turns out that I have seen through my conspiracy a long time ago. Why do you have to evade me? You might as well come forward and fight."

Suddenly there was a rustling sound all around.

I saw many cracks in the wall behind, and some eyes appeared.

Then centipede-like insects crawled out. They crawled onto the skeleton, got into the cracks in the ribs and skull, filled it up, and the skeleton stood up.

Two of the eyes emerged from the skull, giving it a spirit.

"Reshape the body?" Bai Bing exclaimed, and used the black spike again, "Senior's methods are indeed extraordinary, take another shot from me."

"Are you an evil cultivator?"

Seeing that the black spike was coming again, the voice quickly said: "It's one of our own."

Bai Bing quickly retracted the spike and asked in surprise: "Are the bones of our ancestors so soft today?

You, a white tiger, are no good. You are not as good as the ancestors of the Suzaku tribe, who were beheaded without making a sound."

"I am a lost soul from the previous era."

The corpse picked up the scattered bones on the ground and said, "This inheritance place is originally fake."

"What should I say?" Bai Bing held the black spike and hesitated.

A sigh came.

"I can't bear to see those parasites, dominated by the instinct of parasites, like locusts crossing the border, looking for more filthy things, turning their already mutilated bodies into puppets.

So I blended in among them, passed down the false Taoism, killed the parasites in their bodies, and freed them from the sea of ​​suffering."

Ah this.

Are you really giving a false inheritance?

I am a fake inheritor, and when I encounter a fake inheritance, what happens to the trust between people?

Bai Bing thought for a while, took out a divine crystal with a parasite sealed in it, and asked, "How many legs does it have? What color is it?"

He didn't quite believe it.

This is a method for identifying parasites that he recently developed. He also passed it on to the Wuji Sect and provided many samples to prevent fake evil cultivators from getting in and causing internal damage.

Nowadays, those righteous sects are too cunning and know all kinds of words, but cognitive pollution cannot be disguised. Whether it is true or false can be known at a glance.

"No legs, green." The voice gave the answer, and then said:

"I'm already so down and need to fill my body with some low-level, disgusting bedbugs. Do you still need to be so wary of me?"

Bai Bing put away his weapon and asked, "Then why did you call me here?"

"Because I haven't seen the same kind of people for a long time and I want to talk."

"Then tell me."

The skeleton took out a stone jar of glowing powder from nowhere, grabbed a handful, and sprinkled some on his body. The dim light became crystal clear again, exuding a superb divine light, and the aura of Taoism filled the air.

"I don't belong to this era. I was a monk of the White Tiger Clan back then. I was once somewhat famous, but later I failed to break through and ended up here, becoming a lost soul." said the corpse.

"What is a lost soul?" Bai Bing asked.

"My bones were weak and I failed to break through the path. It left, leaving behind a hollowed-out body, and I woke up.

But it was too late, and I seemed to have lost my soul, so I am a lost soul."

Is it gone? A parasite?

Bai Bing pondered, so to speak, this person is at least a powerful person above Nascent Soul, so in principle there is no problem.

But once the parasite is gone, can people still live?

Water spinach can live without a heart, but what about people?

"Actually, I have never been like this."

The corpse said, "When a person is about to die, his mind becomes clear, and the host in his body either dies early, or leaves his body to find the next host.

The host at that time could see everything. You will know after you try it.

But he regretted it too late, his consciousness was close to annihilation, and he was unable to tell the truth, just as no one could tell what the scene was like under the Nine Springs.

The fact that I can survive in this state is due to the special means of that era. Judging from your reaction, it should have been lost by now."

"What means?"

"The means of retaining memories that come from those people, they call them 'data.'"

Bai Bing's pupils dilated slightly.

Those people?

Fallen immortal?

"Where are the 'those people' you mentioned?"

Bai Bing thought for a while and asked instead: "Does it still exist?"

"I don't even know if I'm still alive. I can't answer these questions of yours," the corpse said.

Bai Bing thought about it and had to give up. This person was full of bugs. It would be great if he could speak.

"But I can give you a clue."

The corpse said: "I am able to retain consciousness in this special way thanks to another person.

He was once the fourth generation grandmaster of the Divine Phoenix Clan, known as Patriarch He. He was an awakened person back then and was one of the people who participated in the battle at that time. He was also deeper in the secret realm.

He may know something about your problem.

By the way, I can see the Divine Phoenix bloodline in you, are you from the Divine Phoenix clan?"

"No, I just borrowed their bloodline in a special way." Bai Bing said, "In your time, you may not have heard of it."

He explained the simple principle of dove occupying magpie's nest.

Zhigu was pleased, "It turns out that evil cultivators in this world have the means to survive forever, so their lives will not be too miserable.

If the fire can be passed down from generation to generation, I will feel relieved."

Bai Bing was silent for a moment, "It's too early for you to worry. Contemporary evil cultivators have suffered terribly. They don't have any long-lasting means. This method is unique to me."

"At least there are still awakened ones alive, so I'm very happy," the corpse said.

"I'm afraid it's almost gone." Bai Bing said.

"At least you have opened up a new way of life now, so you have a glimmer of hope and can still persevere."

Bai Bing paused for a moment, "Senior is really optimistic."

The corpse said: "If we are not optimistic enough, we will not have you."

Bai Bing had nothing to say.

However, he probably knew.

These people are the predecessors who have passed away. They use special methods to keep their consciousness here.

Could this be the suppressed extraterrestrial demon that the leader of the Divine Phoenix Clan said?

"You said before that this inheritance is fake."

Bai Bing said: "So, are you deliberately trying to kill those cultivators here?"

And the previous rush to pass on Han Mo's inheritance was actually because he was eyeing his talent and wanted to harm him?

It was rash. If I had known better, I wouldn't have stopped it.

"It's not just me, there are many people."

Corpse said, "It's not a trap, we are trying to make some people wake up and return to the right path.

Although my body is dead, my heart is still there.

It’s hard to feel at ease watching them degenerate and follow the same old path as we did.”

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(End of chapter)