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

"How arrogant! You, who are in the early stage of foundation building, actually want to kill us." Hearing Luo Shan's words, the demon cultivator became furious, and a black demonic energy rushed straight to Luo Shan's face.

Luo Shan dodged the demon cultivator's attack and pulled a weird smile from the corner of his mouth:

"How could he be a foundation-building cultivator?"

"What did you say?" As if sensing something was wrong, the demon cultivator looked around cautiously, only to hear the young child reappear, his voice filled with disbelief:

"Foundation-building puppet?"

“Hahahaha, I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve, but you’re just a puppet in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Do you think you can kill me like this?”

As the old man spoke, black demonic energy surged, and the originally green grass and trees around him withered instantly, and a destructive energy attacked Luo Shan.

Luo Shan condensed ice-blue spiritual power in his palm and hid behind the white jade coffin. He controlled the corpse puppet with his spiritual sense and took out two swords from the storage bag of the previous casual cultivator. He took one corpse and one person with the only remaining defensive talisman attached to their bodies and headed straight for the black and white Yin-Yang tree.

"Looking for death!" The old man with the black soul was furious. His dark eyes stared at Luo Shan without blinking. In his eyes, Luo Shan's behavior at this moment seemed to be looking for death.

A cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, wanted to kill him here. Even the tree spirit that devoured Feng Wuhen could not do it. This female cultivator really did not know how to write the word death.

The two spiritual powers collided, and Luo Shan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her eyes were firm, and she swung the sword in her hand again with a combination of hard and soft water spiritual power. With this sword, Luo Shan attached the remaining breath of Ruoshui in her dantian to the sword.

The old demon cultivator sneered, dodged lightly, and even said mockingly:

"You are just a Foundation Establishment ant. Even if I stand here and let you chop me with ten swords, you still can't kill me."

After the old man finished speaking, another attack of demonic energy came at her. Luo Shan gritted her teeth and controlled the corpse puppet to take her out of the place where the old man attacked, and once again returned to the side of the white jade coffin.

Luo Shan closed his eyes tightly, and while healing his own injuries, he used his spiritual sense to control the corpse puppet to fight the old man.

The gray eyes of the corpse puppet gradually showed some color. The old man not far away frowned and then said with an unpleasant expression: "This puppet is already half of your clone. How did you do it?"

This little girl is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, how could she have such ability? Besides, it is impossible for the consciousness of a Foundation Establishment stage to directly control the corpse puppets to fight.

The puppet cultivators he had seen all simply imprinted their own spiritual aura on their puppets, and were not like this female cultivator who used corpses as containers to refine puppets.

Luo San finished regulating his breathing and swallowed a soul-solidifying pill before replying to the old man:

"Why do you care how I make it? Do you want to learn it too?"

"After all the nonsense, I finally understand why you are still like this in your own lair."

Luo Shan taunted, and moved his fingers slightly. The corpse puppet on the other side rushed forward recklessly, holding a flying sword wrapped in icy air.

This puppet can actually use ice magic like that female cultivator!

The old man was horrified, and he did not dare to underestimate Luo San. Although his current strength was at the Golden Core stage, he had no body, which was a fatal flaw. If the other party had a magic weapon that targeted the soul...

The old man was extremely angry, his eyes were bloodshot, and he turned his head and sneered at the Yin Yang Tree:

"You were originally the sacred tree of my Demon Palace. Although you and I have fought for tens of millions of years, if I died today, your fate would not necessarily be good."

Any cultivator who sees a tree full of treasures like this will be tempted by greed. Over the past tens of millions of years, they have been fighting each other and their strength is no longer what it used to be. Now, even a female cultivator in the early stage of foundation building can threaten them. How ridiculous!

The Yin-Yang Tree Spirit was silent for a moment, and finally spoke at the old man's impatient expression:

"Okay, I will join forces with you today, but you are not allowed to take over the body of this female cultivator." The tree spirit was not sure if it could still defeat the demon now that he had a body. Thinking of the current situation caused by its own carelessness, it felt regretful.

Thinking back, I was soft-hearted at the beginning and agreed to allow his soul to recuperate inside the Yin-Yang Tree, but I didn't want to invite a wolf into the house. If Feng Wuhen hadn't sacrificed his own soul to merge with it, I'm afraid it would have been devoured by this demon by now.

Although he hated this beastly demon in his heart, the current situation was special. People from the outside world had sacrificed blood to refine the formation, allowing this place to see the light of day again. If the cultivators from other worlds saw him, they would probably uproot the Yin-Yang Tree.

This was what it didn't want to see, so when Luo San appeared, it acted out a drama with the devil.

But the other party didn't care at all, and even enjoyed the show they put on specially.

"How can I, the lord of the Demon Palace, be resigned to the body of a female cultivator?" The old man said with disdain, looking at the tree spirit that was reluctant to appear, with a dark face:

"I'll deal with the corpse puppet, and you go deal with the female cultivator."

The most taboo thing in fighting with a puppet cultivator is to be arrogant and think that you can fight both the puppet and the cultivator at the same time just by relying on the difference in strength. After all, there is a special connection between the puppet cultivator and his puppet, and he can often fight two against one in a cross-level battle.

A look of dissatisfaction appeared on the tree spirit's young face, but he didn't say anything. He tightly grasped the Yin branch in his hand and slashed at Luo Shan with a sword intent.

The defensive shield on the white jade coffin made a "buzzing" sound. Luo San's face was as cold as frost. He took out a black bead that he had snatched from the evil cultivator from his storage bag. He activated it with spiritual power and fiercely attacked the opponent.

The tree spirit avoided him expressionlessly. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed and he turned his head abruptly to look at his own body behind him.

"What did you do, little girl?"

The moment the black bead approached the Yin-Yang Tree, a thick fog erupted, and the bloody and demonic energy dyed the white frost-like snow side into a faint black and red color.

"After living for so many years, your cultivation has dropped, and even your IQ has decreased?" Luo Shan curled his lips and spoke bluntly.

These words not only scolded the tree spirit, but also made the old demon cultivator who was fighting the corpse puppet not far away very angry.

"Although you two don't have bodies, you are both in the Jindan stage. I am a small cultivator in the early stage of foundation building. I am not stupid to confront you head-on!"

"If we can't defeat them head-on, we have to do it secretly."

If you know you can't beat the opponent, but you still rush forward foolishly, then for such behavior, Luo San can only say that this idiot deserves to die.

"You despicable villain! I will kill you!" Shu Lingqi's face turned red, his eyes were filled with fierce murderous intent, and he said with gritted teeth.

Luo Shan bared his teeth, showing his shiny white teeth: "Sorry, my teeth are fine, it's no problem for me to bite you off!"

It took a while for the tree spirit to react. The woman cultivator's shameless face made the tree spirit even angrier. It shouted and rushed towards Luo Shan.