Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System Chapter 283

He felt lighter again.

After that, he felt that his soul was separated from his body, and the ground was falling. He saw his body lying in a pool of blood, the surrounding debris scattered all over the place, and the last ray of Divine Phoenix fire went out.

There are still many wounds on his body, he is still bleeding slowly, his heartbeat has stopped.

A thick red mist swarmed around.

"Did you hang up again?" he wondered.

Upon closer inspection, he got good news and bad news.

The bad news is that I really seem to be dead, the good news is that I don't feel the pain anymore.

No, the rules haven't been released yet, which means I'm not dead yet.

He thought, his consciousness surged, and he saw a mountain covered by a large red mist. The mountain was dead silent. It was the worm field where he broke out out of control, and it was a radius of thirty miles.

When he saw a passerby stray into the edge, he stood there like a walking corpse and was suppressed.

No one can come in.

Finally, his consciousness returned, and he checked his body and confirmed that he couldn't wake up on his own.

"The power of this pollution is killing me on purpose, and it will end sooner or later."

He carefully analyzed the current situation. The healing power of the Suzaku bloodline was no longer able to revive the body. The only hope was the Divine Phoenix bloodline, but it had already been used up.

It's a mistake, you should report your whereabouts in advance, so that someone will come to collect the corpse... Now you can only watch the body die slowly.

Who can come to the rescue?

At this time, he noticed that dozens of miles away, someone broke through the suppression of the insect domain and walked in.

He is a Taoist from Nanxuan.

But he found that the state of Nanxuan Daoist was very strange. He turned out to be a monster with red hair all over his body, and his body was full of death energy. He appeared on the deserted path, looked at the sky, and seemed to have found Bai Bing.

Daoist Nanxuan laughed awkwardly, "Innocent boy, are you dying? How do you feel?"

Bai Bing didn't speak, in fact he couldn't speak either, he could only watch everything.

Then, he saw Daoist Nanxuan open his arms and pray to the sky.

"Rules... If mortals dare to offend blasphemy, please revive the divine power and break free from the shackles... Please return the power of rules to me...

I will protect the Suzaku clan for generations to come..."

He was praying, and as he whispered, the surrounding red mist entered his body, and he was like a sponge.

Bai Bing felt that his strength was rapidly losing along with his vitality.

He still didn't speak.

Perhaps thinking that this was too slow, the Taoist Nanxuan stopped absorbing the red mist and walked towards the hill.

He seemed to be very familiar with the power of the Vermillion Bird Insect Domain, and he took a few hundred feet and quickly came down the mountain.

"Thank you for being a paving stone. I will erect an inscription at the Li family's house to pay homage to you." Nanxuan Daoist smiled gloomily and walked down the path.

Bai Bing watched indifferently.

But the moment Daoist Nanxuan stepped up the mountain with his left foot, he froze.

Consciousness sinks, eyes are slack, and he is still laughing.

Daoist Nanxuan moved quickly, and after a few breaths, he came to the top of the mountain.

"what happened?"

The Taoist Nanxuan frowned, because the surrounding red fog was gone, and the top of the mountain was flat with only a few old pine trees, not even a broken temple.

Coming to the wrong place?

He walked on the mountain for a while, and found that there was nothing. The red fog disappeared at some point, as if it evaporated along with the white ice.

He had to go down the mountain, sit on the rock, his eyes dignified, and he began to deduce.

After a while, he opened his eyes, "No, this is an illusion, that kid is giving me an illusion."

Daoist Nanxuan opened his eyes and found that he was still at the foot of the mountain, and he had not yet taken the first step.

"Humph!"

With a flick of his sleeves, he went up the mountain again.

This time, he came to the mountain smoothly, but found that the mountain was the Li family.

Ancestor Yunhe saw him and said in shock, "Nan Xuan, aren't you offering sacrifices to the heavens?"

Then, Yun Zhong also came. He couldn't cry, holding the sword in his hand, "Master, the good disciple is here to kill you!"

What the hell!

Daoist Nanxuan fluttered his sleeves again, and it was an illusion, and it was so fake, it was not logical, right? Deliberately humiliating this seat?

After breaking through the illusion, he found that he was still at the foot of the mountain, and his left foot still hadn't stepped out.

"What a powerful thing. He failed to destroy the ancestral elephant before going up the mountain. Is this the kind of continuous hallucination he encountered?"

He thought for a while, then retracted his foot.

This kid has learned to use this ability?

The Daoist Nanxuan stopped trying to climb the mountain, and began to deduce directly.

Bai Bing looked at it indifferently, pondering in his heart.

It's true that the house leaks and it rains overnight, and the only expectation is gone. How to break the situation?

Nanxuan Daoist is different from Nanxuan ancestors, his cultivation is not high, he is easy to block, but that's all.

He began to think seriously, when did the Taoist start the layout, it was almost perfect, and when he recalled those words, he felt shivering with anger and cold all over.

Not long after, the Taoist Nanxuan woke up and shouted towards the mountain.

"Damn, I'm here to save you!"

Seeing that there was no response, Daoist Nanxuan waved his sleeves, picked up a branch, found a flat ground, and began to write.

Until he saw those fonts, Bai Bing finally began to feel uneasy, and the red mist surged in the sky.

He was silent.

The Taoist Nanxuan lost his stick and shouted towards the top of the mountain.

"I understand your state, you don't believe me, do you? Who do you trust? I'll let him come over!

I get it, don't embarrass you, I'll find her here, don't move around here. "

Daoist Nanxuan left, but Bai Bing did not stop him.

He looked at the words on the ground, lost in thought.

【You are being polluted】

【Don't believe everything you see】

Could it be that Daoist is not the villain, but that I have been polluted and my perception has been distorted?

He was completely lost, unable to judge the real from the fake, unable to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

The Central State incident subsided.

The ancestors of Nanxuan worshiped the Dao, the divine phoenix clan disappeared, and the Xuanwu clan also wandered back.

They began to dispatch quickly according to the original plan to kill Xie Xiu.

The largest evil cultivator alliance in Zhongzhou, the Promise Sect, bears the brunt.

Although it was forcibly delayed by Nanxuan ancestors for two days~www.mtlnovel.com~ there are many evil cultivators who have already hidden, but as a big family, they can still catch people if they want to.

They killed hundreds of evil cultivators, and then the cause and effect came out.

These people who kill a lot of evil cultivators are crazy.

They killed people when they saw them, and started talking nonsense, saying that everyone around was evil cultivators, and they wanted to kill him for revenge, and suffered from persecution paranoia.

The monks who have killed a few evil cultivators are in good condition, but they like to have nightmares and kill people in good dreams.

This is a very serious matter, and it is obviously related to the "rules" that Nanxuan exerts. With the efforts of the various clans, they soon discovered the rules:

People who directly or indirectly kill evil cultivators, or even those who are only part of the plan, will experience mental confusion.

The more you kill, the more unstable your mental state will be, until you become insane, and even those with mild symptoms will take a long time to recover.

This curse does not distinguish between people and realms, and it will take effect on all wise creatures.

And the higher the realm of the evil cultivator of killing, the more serious the "curse" to bear.

"Nanxuan has put a layer of protection on the world's evil cultivators." Someone concluded.

In this way, cleaning up the evil cultivators will bear a huge price, thus providing the evil cultivators in the world with a chance to survive.

"This Nanxuan will poison all beings when he dies. As he said, he is really an immortal ghost."

An ancestor of the Divine Phoenix Clan frowned, "It's not a big deal, we don't kill it, it's better to let others do it."

"Go on, set off immediately, hold a meeting in Zhongzhou, go to the Vermillion Bird Clan together, and clean up the evil cultivator first, this seat will be upset when you see it."

"Invincible begins with the sacrifice of ancestors"

The conference was held urgently, and the theme was to help the Suzaku Clan clear the line of evil cultivators, which was approved by unanimous votes.

So the masters of various clans came to the Cangxuan Continent and came to the Li family.

Li Jiabing came under the city.

Chapter end

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