Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

Chapter 12

In the huge pit behind him, a ball of black mist sneered:

"When I regain my strength, I will definitely..."

The words stopped abruptly. Not far away, a cold female cultivator in white robes holding a long sword in her hand and carrying a female cultivator wearing gorgeous southern Xinjiang Gu ethnic costumes on her back walked slowly towards them step by step. The long sword was suspended in the air, blocking the evil spirit here out.

The light sword spun and stabbed straight into the black fog as if it had eyes.

Black Mist, who had originally thought of faking his death, hiding himself to recover his strength and seek revenge on Luo Shan: “…………”

He only had time to let out a scream; without the protection of the bones, he soon disappeared on the mountain of bones that was filled with evil spirit.

"Was there any sound just now?" Gu Qingcheng frowned slightly and looked around vigilantly. When she found that the group of skeletons behind her did not catch up with her, she breathed a sigh of relief, quickened her pace, and continued to fly forward with Ying Chan on her back.

Luo Shan stayed in the dark coffin. There was silence all around him. The severe pain in his consciousness was relieved. A trace of coolness rushed into his consciousness, just like dry land meeting a trickle of water, repairing his injured consciousness bit by bit.

This small white jade coffin was the only relic left to her by the original owner's parents. She never expected that this thing could actually repair spiritual consciousness, and she didn't know what material it was made of.

When the pain in his consciousness was no longer so severe, Luo San tried to guide the comfortable breath to flow through the meridians of his body. It was not smooth at first, but after trying more than ten times, Luo San finally guided the cool breath to flow through the meridians of his body.

"Like water essence?"

After running through all the meridians in her body, the cool feeling went straight into her dantian and then disappeared.

It turned out to be Ruoshui's essence. Where on earth did the original owner's parents get this treasure? It was actually stored in a white jade coffin.

If water essence is the most precious treasure for cultivators with water spiritual roots, as long as cultivators with water spiritual roots use a little bit of essence, they can temper their water spiritual roots and achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing.

With Ruoshui's essence, Luo Shan's injuries were healed within three days. However, she did not leave the white jade coffin at this moment. Instead, she still lay inside the white jade coffin, using her spiritual sense to control the corpse puppet and watch the situation outside.

The black fog outside gradually became thinner, and the white bones that were originally seen everywhere on the ground also became fewer and fewer.

After walking for four or five days, Luo Shan finally saw Ling Wanran. At this moment, Ling Wanran was in a disheveled state, holding a broken sword in her hand, with unwillingness and a bit of mockery in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm just a disciple of a third-rate small sect. Why don't you dare to attack me?"

Gently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Ling Wanran grasped a few black beads in her palm and smiled very ostentatiously.

"Come on, what are you afraid of!"

He gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at the person opposite him, unwilling to bow his head even though he knew he was doomed.

She had lived a very tiring life in her previous life, and thought that she could take a different path in her new life. Relying on her memories of her past life, she wanted to seize the opportunity that did not belong to her.

But God played tricks on her. He gave her a chance to be reborn, but crushed the hope she had worked so hard to piece together bit by bit.

"Hand over the things and I can spare your life!" The man opposite was very angry and said to Ling Wanran with a sneer.

"There is no one from your sect here. You are just an early stage foundation builder and you want to deal with the three of us. You are really overestimating your abilities."

"Brother, why waste time talking to her? Just kill her and take her storage bag." The young fellow disciple next to him raised his hand, and several second-grade attack talismans appeared in his palm.

Although Ling Wanran's heart was filled with despair, she still retained some reluctance and anger. She took out two defensive arrays from her storage bag, activated them with spirit stones, and then slowly took out a red fruit from her storage bag.

"It's the Purple Flame Fruit!"

The three brothers on the opposite side recognized at a glance that this was what they wanted. After seeing Ling Wanran pretending to wipe it, they suddenly lost their composure and attacked the defensive formation one after another.

"Since I can't survive, then don't even think about getting my things. Although this defensive formation is only of the second grade, fortunately it can last until I finish eating this thing." Ling Wanran used her spiritual power to convey her words clearly to the ears of the three people.

"Stop!" The three people outside the formation were so angry that their faces twisted.

"If you hand over the Purple Flame Fruit, we can swear an oath and let you go."

They had been fighting with this woman for so long, all for the Purple Flame Fruit. If she ate the Purple Flame Fruit, they would get nothing even if they killed this woman, and they would have provoked the Qingyun Sect for nothing.

"Oh, Taoist oath?" Ling Wanran sneered, and without hesitation, she was about to put the fruit in her hand to her mouth.

"So lively?" A clear and pleasant female voice sounded. The three people were startled and looked towards the source of the voice.

I saw a monk in a black robe holding a white jade coffin on his head. On the coffin sat a girl wearing southern Xinjiang clothing. She was swinging her legs and resting her chin on her hand, looking at this side with relish.

"Corpse Puppet from Southern Xinjiang?" The three wandering cultivators from Dongyue squinted their eyes and looked at Luo Shan. Seeing that the corpse puppet's cultivation level was at the Foundation Establishment Stage, they were a little surprised.

"So what if she has a foundation-building corpse puppet? We three can't be afraid of her." The three of them looked at each other and decided to ignore Ling Wanran in the defensive formation and deal with this female cultivator who suddenly appeared first.

Luo Shan glanced at the embarrassed Ling Wanran, then ordered the corpse puppet to put down the coffin.

She was still sitting on the coffin, and her spiritual sense controlled the corpse puppet to move towards the three people. Among the three people, the one with the highest cultivation level was in the middle stage of foundation building, and the other two were in the early stage of foundation building.

Taking this opportunity, I can see the difference between the spiritual consciousness after being repaired by Ruoshui's essence.

Although the corpse puppet is in the early stage of foundation building, the original owner used a lot of resources to forge its body when refining it. In addition, he also has a lot of combat experience in the secret realm, so he can still hold on when facing three casual cultivators.

"Brother, this puppet is very strange. The female cultivator has not made a move yet. If she makes a move, we will probably not be its match!" Just a corpse puppet was enough to make the three of them unable to match it even if they joined forces. If the female cultivator made a move again, they would surely lose.

This corpse puppet was also very strange. It was not like they had never seen corpse puppets of puppet cultivators in southern Xinjiang before, but none of those corpse puppets were like this one. When they fought with it, it was as if they were fighting against a body cultivator.

After fighting for a long time, they only scratched a layer of the opponent's skin. The three cultivators looked at each other and gave up their previous ideas.

"You can go, but you have to leave your storage bag behind." Luo Shan jumped from the white jade coffin and jumped in front of the three people to block their way.

"You!" The three of them all showed angry expressions. "Don't think we are afraid of you. You are in the early stage of foundation building. Even if you have a foundation building corpse puppet, you can't kill us. By then, both of us will be defeated in this secret realm. I'm afraid no one will survive."