Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Bai Bing went down.

This time there is no illusion, no fog, just a winding path.

He even found that the stone steps were gone.

Even though he was going back the same way, he could no longer tell which was true and which was false.

Taking out the notes, he found that the last time he wrote it, he was down the mountain.

Looking back on the mountain, the small temple is still there, looking very broken, like a toilet in a scenic spot, not as grand and magnificent as seen in the temple.

"Is the temple an illusion, or is everything an illusion?"

He rewrote all the things he had experienced before, and marked them.

【True or false to be determined】

Looking at the notes, he sighed. He had to rely on the notes to determine whether his memory had been modified. Now it is difficult to even determine the authenticity of the notebook itself.

When he came to the foot of the mountain, he suddenly saw a charred black body, and there was a familiar figure beside him.

"You actually survived." The man was surprised.

Bai Bing looked at it, "You are Zhao Yang."

"You saw through it again." Zhao Yang asked, "I don't understand."

Can I tell you that the bloodline power detected by the system is empty? Besides paper people, what else can be done.

"How is it? What did you see? Have you succeeded in killing a god?" Zhao Yang asked.

Bai Bing's eyes were dazed, "No, but I feel like I'm going crazy."

He even suspects now that this Zhao Yang is also fake, that this world is fake.

"Brother, it seems that you really saw it." Zhao Yang patted Bai Bing on the shoulder, "Brother, you can still speak normally, and you have surpassed 99% of people.

In fact, there have been many evil cultivators, but more than 50% of them have gone crazy, or are willing to be infected by parasites, become the most faithful believers, or simply commit suicide. "

"And what about forty-nine-nine percent?" Bai Bing asked.

"Up and down," Zhao Yang said.

"Brother, if you don't mind, can you tell us about your experience? Maybe I can help you analyze the countermeasures."

Bai Bing recounted the previous experience.

After listening, Zhao Yang pondered, "This is the 32nd statement I have heard. There is nothing the same as what you described."

Bai Bing frowned, "So they are like me, each of them has fallen into a different illusion, or... mental pollution?"

Or, what we see is just what we subconsciously think?

"Actually, I also wanted to go up there." Zhao Yang sighed, "So I have been collecting information all these years, I want to know about these 'gods' and have more chances of winning.

I can probably confirm that if I can really solve them, it can bring unpredictable changes to the entire Suzaku clan, and even... awaken them all, but I'm just guessing.

But the more I know, the more terrifying I feel, everything is unknown and unpredictable, I can only wait.

I only tried to deal with the local gods, the Qingyuan saints, and they all almost died, so I actually admire your courage.

Everyone sees it differently, no one knows what they are, perhaps, this is indescribable. "

Bai Bing fell into deep thought, this is too much trouble, why wait?

Then sit and watch the Li family incident?

"Brother, if you insist on doing this, I can show you a way." Zhao Yang continued. …

"how?"

"Worry-free Township."

When Zhao Yang said these three words, he hesitated obviously, "But this may be a dead end, that place is terrifying."

He explained: "It is said that there is an existence in that place, he has the power of 'fallen immortals' and masters the real inheritance of fallen immortals, maybe he can solve this kind of spiritual pollution and let you really get close to those indescribable things.

But that place itself has huge spiritual pollution. Anyone who steps into that area will fall into infinite reincarnation, and no one can come out until life comes to an end. "

Mental pollution? Infinite reincarnation? I'm so familiar with this.

"Has anyone been there?" Bai Bing asked.

"The fifty percent come back