Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 542 The wave recedes

Zhao Hao walked out of the Blood Palace, and the outside was already crowded.

The news still spread, and he took action, causing quite a stir. The visions of heaven and earth attracted powerful people from all over the world to watch.

Poof!

Zhao Hao felt his soul trembling with fear. Countless tentacles and limb-like things, along with black mist, spread outward, forming a huge area.

The skin of everyone within the range immediately shriveled and collapsed, turning into human skin.

Outside the territory, those people also had strange expressions. Their eyes turned a forest white, almost glowing, as if fairy light reflected into their eyes, reflecting crazy and strange light.

"The road to immortality, the road to immortality!"

Some people showed enthusiasm, forgetting whether they were watching the excitement or something else, and ran towards the black field.

He is like a huge magnet, and everyone is attracted by the strange force.

His consciousness was also rapidly blurring. He touched his neck and found that the dividing line of polluted skin was climbing upwards. His face began to grow old and he was transforming into an "immortal".

"Those who are awake, stay away from me." Zhao Hao spoke, mixed with fairy sounds.

Many people immediately retreated, and Zhao Hao noticed that there were many people from Wuji Sect among them. Their eyes were strange, as if they were looking at monsters.

He admitted that he was a monster now and started to remind him.

As for others, send them to liberation.

Along the way, no one can come close.

He walked aimlessly and finally saw "that thing".

That was him standing in front of him in complete decay.

"You want to seize me and use me to control everything.

Now that I have killed all your followers, those evil cultivators have a hundred ways to be wary of you and will never fall for you. Who else can you use now?

I feel relieved, have you ever been angry?" Zhao Hao asked.

The person on the other side didn't say a word and just collapsed.

Zhao Hao was stunned. He didn't expect that at the last moment, "that thing" still refused to communicate with him, except to deceive him.

Even the heinous devil will say a few words before he dies.

Is the so-called "way of heaven" so indifferent?

However, he then felt a severe headache!

His body had already gone numb. This was a very unusual feeling, and he knew what it meant.

"That's it."

Zhao Hao came to the foot of a hill and drew his sword.

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He beheaded himself.

His head grunted on the ground several times, but he was not dead. He saw the world spinning and black liquid spewing from the neck of his headless corpse, but black mist came in and enveloped it.

But the feeling of headache has not diminished at all.

"Does it really want to refine my soul and turn it into a puppet?" Zhao Hao picked up the head depressedly, wiped off the sticky sand, and put it back again.

Then he summoned the flying sword and struck it vertically again.

Still not working.

He felt like a piece of mud that would not die no matter how hard he kneaded it.

But he was dying, his consciousness and memory were blurring, and his hands and feet were not in control. He picked up the broken internal organs that fell on the ground, stuffed them back, squeezed the dirt and dust out of the flesh, and healed quickly.

"Am I going to become a zombie after all?"

He gradually became disheartened. It was not a pity to die, but he was unwilling to kill this bastard!

But just then, he heard some noise.

It's the sound of footsteps.

Zhao Hao raised his head, knowing that the person coming was something extraordinary. He was a monster, and normal people had no right to approach him.

"I didn't expect you would choose this."

As Bai Bing approached, black mist surged around him, automatically opening a path. Those limbs and tentacles were also avoiding, and Zhao Hao also felt a palpitation in his heart, as if he was afraid of something, but couldn't find it.

When Zhao Hao saw it, he knew it was safe and laughed to himself:

"I didn't expect that I would have to rely on your help in the end."

He threw the sword on the ground and said, "That thing is on me, but it's annoying me to death. Let's do it."

Zhao Hao was not surprised by Bai Bing's arrival. He could not have known about the huge gathering of people from all walks of life.

Bai Bing took out an object with his backhand. It was the white fox that had transformed into a sculpture, like mutton-fat jade, with a vermilion bead hanging in the body, like a whirlpool in the sea of ​​air.

"Try this." he said.

Zhao Hao stretched out his hand and touched the sculpture with his fingertips, and suddenly an arc of static electricity erupted.

The surrounding tentacles, all kinds of indescribable disgusting filth, suddenly turned into black mist.

Then the black mist began to dissipate, and indescribable changes occurred within the body and between heaven and earth.

Zhao Hao felt that the immortal energy in his body was decomposing, and the sea of ​​​​qi, meridians, Tao palace, soul and so on were all disappearing rapidly. The various "insights" stored in his memory seemed to have turned into incomprehensible fragments.

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It took him a long time to understand this feeling, "The law is disappearing?"

"Yes." Bai Bing said.

"Did I kill that thing?" Zhao Hao asked.

Bai Bing glanced at the white fox sculpture. Colorful "stars" were forming, flickering in and out, and he also felt some kind of "familiar but unfamiliar" power.

He nodded and said: "Yes."

Zhao Hao smiled and said: "Then I can finally live an upright life for once."

Bai Bing paused, nodded and said, "Yes."

As he spoke, an electric light suddenly erupted around the sculpture, and ripples of electric arc spread around. The ground seemed to have been uncovered by a filter. The sword that fell on the ground quickly rusted, and the high-quality mysterious jade inlaid on the hilt turned into

The light yellow colored glaze was covered with it, and the sand and dust on the hill behind it turned into a metallic color, turning into a "Fallen Immortal Magical Artifact" with light rust.

Within a hundred feet of the surrounding area, there were all kinds of weird metal fragments scattered everywhere, rusty iron pillars with threads, and half an iron plate with the fallen immortal's language engraved on it.

Further away, there are many incomplete towers among the clouds and mist. They are very tall. Although they are broken and collapsed, it can be seen that they were once square and neat.

Before, this was a stone forest landscape, and before it was all steep cliffs.

The ripples quickly spread farther away, and more unfamiliar things that had never been seen before emerged from familiar places, as if they were there themselves.

"What is this?" Zhao Hao asked.

"This is what the world looked like before it was polluted." Bai Bing said.

"Did the world once belong to fallen immortals?"

Zhao Hao nodded, "I can still see it once, but I already knew it and I'm tired of it."

His figure melted into the wind and dissipated with the arc that cleansed everything.

The white fox sculpture fell to the ground.

Bai Bing picked it up and looked at the sun.

All the "sources of pollution" are here, and the stars are connected with each other to form a complex constellation.

And at the moment when it was aligned with the sun, many stars simultaneously cracked and shattered into sand.

The shining fine sand forms a vortex, which is oval in shape, with a rotating rod in the center and five or six cantilevers around it.

It rotates slowly and grinds itself, making the fine sand even finer.

Bai Bing felt silently. He noticed that some memories appeared in his mind out of thin air. After careful comparison, it was the missing parts that he had written down in his "diary".

At the same time, the "spiritual power" in his body is depleting and disappearing at a very slow rate, but this process is very slow and it should be difficult to complete within a few years.

The "immortal magic" is fading away, and the wave of "revival of spiritual energy" is slowly falling.

He sighed, picked up the badly rusted sword on the ground, and patted it.

"Brother, let's go."

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(End of chapter)