Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 5 Mimic System Great Ape Transformation
"Is this called a practice?"

Feng Ping rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken. This is completely different from the Xianjia exercises he imagined.

"How does it look like offering sacrifices and feeding..."

Just as he was about to flip through the second booklet, the voice from the soul sounded again.

[The body of the Flood Mozu larvae was detected. 】

[The mimetic system starts. 】

[The genes and traits of the Flood Demons are being simulated...]

[Data missing! 】

[Requires live insect eggs to activate. 】

Sitting on the cold bamboo bed, Feng Ping was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses.

"The so-called parasites turned out to be Zerg?!"

"Mimicry system? What kind of system is this? It seems that the traits of parasites can be simulated by capturing larvae."

"Doesn't that mean that I can rely on the power of the Zerg to cultivate immortals without being backlashed by them?"

After thinking for a while, Feng Ping closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the sea of ​​qi located in his dantian. At this time, it was still changing various forms, sometimes bloody seas, sometimes lightning and thunder.

"This is the mimic system?"

Gradually, Feng Ping had a little understanding.

He clenched his fists tightly, a gleam of light burst out of his eyes.

Fairy?
This fairy!

build!
Must fix!
After struggling for a whole day, the voice from the soul was like a glimmer of light in the darkness, illuminating Feng Ping's way forward.

Even if he decided to cultivate immortality, he never thought about reaching a certain height, or subverting a certain order.

What Feng Ping wanted was to survive in a copper furnace in this chaotic world!
He took two deep breaths, calmed down the turbulent depression in his chest, and opened the second booklet.

"Great Ape Transformation"

The front is still full of eloquence, which makes people fascinated by the introduction and spell-casting guide.

Acquiring this technique can transform a giant ape, can carry a tripod with strength, and is difficult to penetrate with a sword or spear.

Feng Ping briefly flipped through the first few pages, and finally settled on the last page!

really!

It is the same as "The Art of Blood Escape", it is not simple!
"Practice method: look for the vortex of the big river, mouth the meteorite from the sky, hold your breath and sink to the bottom every day at Yinshi, recite the above formula silently, induce the water of the vortex to quench your body, after seven or seven days, the technique is self-contained. 』

"Taboo:"

『Note [-]: You can cultivate water spirit roots, wood spirit roots, blood spirit roots, and light spirit roots, but do not practice thunder spirit roots and earth spirit roots. 』

『Note 28: It takes four to seven twenty-eight days to practice water spirit roots. 』

"Note 49: Once this method is practiced, it needs to be practiced continuously for [-] days, and it cannot be interrupted in the middle! 』

"Note [-]: You can cultivate in the Qi Refining Realm, and you can fight the Crystal Realm cultivators after you have achieved it. 』

"Note [-]: This technique can only be performed seven times in a lifetime, and the eighth time is forcibly performed, turning the body into a white ape, alienating flesh and blood, and losing wisdom! 』

"The crystallization of Qi refining battle?" Feng Ping closed the booklet in his hand and murmured.

From Duofang's mouth, he had only heard of the realms of refining Qi, building foundations, Jindan, and Yuanying. As for the crystallization realm mentioned in this technique, he had never heard of it.

"However, the cultivation conditions are so harsh, and you can only use it seven times in a lifetime, so this technique must be unparalleled."

Feng Ping picked up "Blood Escape Art" on the bed, stacked it on top of "Giant Ape Transformation", and stuffed it into the interlayer of the leather jacket.

After collecting the dead man's wealth, he squatted down, picked up the frozen body on the ground, and threw it away while it was still early in the sky.

Feng Ping walked for about two or three miles, found a mountain stream in the forest, and threw the corpse of this evil cultivator down.

He didn't plan to be buried alive.

In winter, the soil is frozen hard, and even an excavator may not be able to throw it away.

When Feng Ping returned home again, it was already dark. He lit the charcoal stove, set up an iron pot, washed some cabbage and potatoes from the corner, chopped them and threw them into them.

After a while, the room was filled with fragrance.

Feng Ping picked up the pottery bowl and bamboo chopsticks, and began to eat big pieces.

After a while, I was sweating profusely from eating.

"There's a lack of meat slices in this stew, it's not that good."

"Don't worry, don't worry, you can have a good meal tomorrow."

After eating the pot of stewed vegetables, Feng Ping stacked the bowls, chopsticks and pots and placed them at the base of the wall, added a few pieces of charcoal, covered the stove, and prepared to go to bed.

Walking to the bed, he looked at the empty bamboo bed, then at the blood-stained quilt on the ground, and sighed slightly.

Feng Ping came to the wooden box, threw all the clothes that could cover it on the bed, and then curled up with the leather jacket, ready to deal with it for the night.

At this time, he had already made up his mind to rest for another night today and enter the city tomorrow morning!
……

Shuntian Prefecture.

Deng Xiange.

The hall was peaceful, and a total of 317 disciples drew their energy into their bodies, awakened their spiritual roots, and stepped into the ranks of immortal cultivators with half a foot.

These teenagers, whose ages differ by less than one year, wandered in groups of three or four, making friends and chatting with each other.

Those pretentious and aloof ones watched the hustle and bustle in the hall alone, and disdain to be with others.

Among these people, although they all entered the Immortal Hall at one time, they are also divided into three, six or nine classes.

At this time, a coercion descended.

The originally noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and more than 300 teenagers turned their heads to look upwards.

The real Chi Lian, who was wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a flying sword, appeared in front of everyone.

"You juniors, you are not qualified to let the poor Taoist come to congratulate you in person, but because of the evil cultivator, you will stay for two days. If this is the case, then I wish you a smooth road to immortality, and you will become immortals and ascend as soon as possible!"

Master Chi Lian said such a sentence with a blank face, and then he sacrificed the flying sword and disappeared.

After he left, three more people appeared from the hall.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a red face, a peach blossom-faced young female crown, and the last one is an old man with a stooped body.

"In the next year, you will practice in the Immortal Hall of Shuntian Mansion. After one year, depending on your aptitude, progress, strength and other factors, you will consider whether you will be sent to the Immortal Sect or into the Chaotang Hall..."

……

Deng Xiange.

The inner court.

Light three red candles on the table and place two bowls and one dish.

One bowl was filled with bloody black dog meat, another bowl was filled with half a handful of white lime, and the other plate was piled up with boiled undercooked animal offal.

Blood streaks are clearly visible.

Master Chi Lian was sitting at the table, and the person directly opposite him was Zhang Yonglie, the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture.

"With the help of Daoist Lao, the evil cultivators can be killed."

"Humph!"

Chi Lian snorted coldly, "Evil cultivators make trouble every year on this day, spreading demagogic remarks everywhere, everyone in my generation will be punished if they get it!"

"The real man has clever calculations, those evil cultivators are nothing more than chickens and dogs, and you are hard to beat." Zhang Yonglie picked up the wine glass and wanted to toast him, but seeing that Chi Lian didn't intend to raise the glass, he quietly put it down again.

"Once they become cultivators, the road ahead will be cut off. No matter how talented they were before, they will be nothing more than clowns in the future!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

"I have taken care of these 300-odd babies, remember to send those blood spirit roots to Dongxuan Mansion."

"I save it, I save it." Zhang Yonglie stood up, patted his chest, and said.

(End of this chapter)