Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Inside the dungeon.

Recently it has become more and more lively.

From time to time, I saw comatose monks being imprisoned, and when they woke up, they looked dazed.

"Yo, here comes another big grievance."

Hearing the sound, a comatose teenager opened his eyes. He found that the place was dark and damp.

It feels, like, like home.

"Boy, what's your name? Which sect was arrested after awakening?" Another monk asked, looking down.

"Xuanwu clan, Zhao Liang." The young man said.

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

Immediately he quickly helped the boy up, "Hello, hello, I am from the Tianshan tribe, please help me a lot in the future."

The Xuanwu youth looked up and found a man in black with his hands behind his back, then turned around and nodded slightly.

"It turned out to be a brother of the Xuanwu clan. My seat, Ye Wuchen, was you imprisoned here because of awakening?"

"What awakening?" The boy was still confused.

At that time, he found that there were some problems in his cultivation, and he could always see some strange things. He wanted to ask the Qing people, but when they heard about the symptoms, they beat him up violently.

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

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

The young man scratched his head, "But they said, if you encounter similar symptoms, I will come to them if you come to them."

Ye Wuchen paused.

"Brother Ye, they are fishing. They want all of us awakened to throw themselves into a trap and lock us up so that their plot can't be exposed. It's too ruthless." The monk of the Shan tribe said that day.

"What is awakening?" the boy asked.

"Come on, get the goods." Ye Wuchen waved his hand.

Then someone brought over the desk, and it was covered with all kinds of wriggling bugs.

The young man covered his mouth, disgusted, and then his expression became ruthless, "Eat as soon as you eat, senior brother will avenge me."

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

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

"This is a elixir, or rather, an insect egg!"

A monk came, and it took a lot of effort to explain the current situation to him.

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

Is this evil cultivation? It's terrible, no, I want to tell my brother, I can't let him fall into the trap of the Qing clan! "

"You are in this state, can you get out? Brother Ye can't get out." The monk next to him poured cold water.

The young man calmed down, looked at Ye Wuchen, "You were tricked into this way too?"

Ye Wuchen was indifferent, "Naturally, I have a clear heart, and I have been here to support you all the time, and mere tricks can't trap me."

When the young man heard this, he admired, "My senior brother said that the Jinwu people are all crouching 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 boy said.

There is no meal at night.

Damn, why are you swearing behind your back.

"Could it be that one?" The monks of the Tianshan tribe were surprised.

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

I already have a general understanding of the situation. The Qing tribe wants to use the Zhongzhou tribes to create momentum and wipe out us Tianjiao.

In this way, they are the most qualified Tianjiao, and if we can't leave here, we will die with regret.

Therefore, we must stay dormant, unite, and accumulate strength. "

"Are you going to overthrow them together? Expose their plot?" The boy's blood boiled.

"No, I'm going to wait for someone to rescue me."

The boy's face collapsed, "Brother is so cautious, will he really come to save me?"

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

A familiar figure appeared.

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

You are shameless, sneak attack, you trash! "The Xuanwu youth shouted angrily.

The other monks also looked at the native of the Qing tribe indifferently, and had to say that it was an insult to life to fall into the trap of the native.

The leader of the Qing Clan smiled, "Don't be conceited, even if I let you with one hand, you may not be a single enemy."

As he said that, a green light appeared in his eyes, and the chaotic atmosphere permeated his whole body. At the same time, his skin was ripped apart, and a green soft body appeared like a snake, staring at these prey.

Familiar blood coercion, 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 clan was stronger than before.

He only fell into this place when he was attacked last time. This time he probably won't need a sneak attack, and it won't be easy to deal with.

He is still relatively humble.

"of course I know."

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

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

The sense of substitution is strong.

If you go out, it is probably not easy.

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

"Since you are clear in your mind, what are you planning?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"Of course, it's about strength, identity, and future."

The leader of the Qing clan smiled, "Stay well, great awakened ones, this world can live well without you."

After probing around, he turned and left, and then remembered something.

"Oh, yes, your people have already been here.

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, "Impossible, brother has special means, he will definitely find me when he comes."

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

"This is a signal shielding device, an ancient magic weapon. The gods will not be able to perceive your position even when they come. Times have changed, stupid boy."

All the monks looked, their pupils trembled.

Is this a Fallen Immortal Artifact?

Although I didn't understand what the shielding was, but I felt very powerful. So it was because of this that no clansman came to rescue for a long time?

...

Hearing clues about his own disciples, the envoys of the Jinwu tribe and the monks of the Xuanwu tribe are going to look for the "fortune teller" together.

However, there were some surprises.

Surprisingly, they found it before they even started looking.

"Are you the fortune teller?" The Golden Crow emissary's eyes were burning, and his face was full of evil spirits.

The Xuanwu monk was nothing special, he stood aside and didn't express his opinion.

Bai Bing smiled and said: "That's right, I heard that someone framed me, so I came here.

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

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

"Of course it's me."

"I'm not ashamed, why should I believe you?"

"Why don't you look at my face?" Bai Bing said.

The envoy of the Jinwu tribe took a serious look.

"Hiss, you brat, you are quite thoughtful in your preparations, but you think that we, the Golden Crow, judge people by their appearance? Superficial!"

The envoy of the Jinwu tribe sneered and said, "Speak up, I'll listen to your arguments."

Bai Bing took out a map, "You go to this place to look for it, if you can't find anyone, I write the characters upside down."

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

The Golden Crow envoy squinted his eyes, he was just pretending to be confused, he had actually investigated this "fortune teller" a long time ago.

Looking at it now, he knew that this person was not simple, and it vaguely gave him a huge pressure, even though his cultivation base had already entered the Nascent Soul.

He only needs a little information to roughly lock the identity of this person.

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

"..."

"Are you sure?" The envoy held the map in his hand. This thing can't be unrecognizable, and at worst, he will kill the carbine again.

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

Go back and move two rescuers.

"Sure." Bai Bing paused, "But, aren't you really evil cultivators?"

"Stop spitting blood." The messenger angrily reprimanded.

"Oh, then it's all right, I'm afraid that the evil cultivators have gone, but they can't come back either." Bai Bing said.

At this time, the unknown monk of the Xuanwu tribe suddenly frowned.

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

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