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

The black fog in the cave used his spiritual sense to see the scene outside the cave, and felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat. The feeling of wanting to vomit but not being able to do so made him feel depressed and suffocated.

A bunch of trash, trash, trash, trash!!!

"Hehe, didn't Brother Su say that he wanted to fight for the treasures in the cave? Why are you standing outside now and not making any movement?" Yin Zizhan said sarcastically.

"Tsk, this barrier is quite interesting." Su Jue gently fanned his folding fan, causing the breeze to blow his hair flying. He looked like a romantic young man, which was out of place with the bones all over the ground.

After observing carefully for a long time, Su Jue stood up straight. A piece of white jade was floating on the open folding fan in his hand. Luo Shan recognized that it was the jade letter mentioned by the Dongyue monk.

The jade tablet can be used to record all the images imprinted by the spiritual consciousness, similar to the bone tablets of their southern Xinjiang monks.

After Su Jue engraved the runes that appeared from the barrier into the jade letter, the originally densely packed group of skeletons at the foot of the Bone Mountain was cleared out by thousands of monks.

Luo Shan was the farthest away from the group and was always paying attention to the situation on Yuan Xiao's side. Seeing this, he frowned.

The cultivators from Southern Xinjiang were in the front. They had excellent eyesight. Even though they were halfway up the mountain, they could clearly see that the cultivators from Southern Xinjiang were being chased by the Wuji Sect's demon disciples dressed in blood-red clothes and were fleeing. Many of them were even injured.

Seeing a disciple of the Wuji Sect holding a magic knife about to stab a monk from Southern Xinjiang who had lost an arm, Luo Shan drove the corpse puppet to rescue the man quickly, and at the same time struck him with a palm, causing the magic cultivator to spit blood.

"Brother Yuan!"

"And there is also the corpse puppet of the Luo clan sister!"

The monks from Southern Xinjiang recognized Luo Shan's corpse puppet at a glance and rushed over immediately. Seeing that Yuan Xiao's face was a little pale but his breathing was stable, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Xiao, who was meditating to recover, slowly opened his eyes at this time. His injuries had not yet healed, and in his current situation he could not calm down and meditate to recover. So Yuan Xiao took out another black pill from his storage bag, swallowed it, and stood up to look at the corpse puppet tribe members who appeared in front of him, one-quarter of whom were missing.

"Brother Yuan Xiao, your injuries..."

The monks of the Corpse Puppet Tribe rushed over and talked a lot. Seeing that Yuan Xiao was not in a good condition, they all showed worried expressions.

"No problem, I just lost too much blood and essence. I will be fine after I get out of the secret realm and recuperate." Yuan Xiao briefly explained his situation, and then showed a solemn expression:

"Didn't I tell you to leave as soon as possible? Why are you back?"

"It was all because of those damned demon cultivators. We had already escaped from the skeletons, but we ran into the Yinshan Sect. Those demon cultivators were too arrogant and trapped us in the skeletons and bullied us. Many of our clansmen didn't survive."

The male cultivator who was speaking had a look of grief and indignation on his face, his eyes were faintly watery, and filled with strong anger and hatred.

After he said this, everyone fell silent and looked at Yuan Xiao one by one.

Although Yuan Xiao had some guesses in his mind, he did not expect that he would run into the demons from the Yinshan Sect. Now his strength has been greatly reduced, not only his spiritual consciousness has been injured, but even his own corpse puppet has died in a battle not long ago.

Thinking of the current strength of the tribe's disciples, Yuan Xiao's face showed a bit of bitterness. The elders gave him the position of leading the team, but he failed to do it well...

Before he could think about it, a large group of disciples from the Yinshan Sect and the Devouring Demon Sect rushed out. The two teams belonged to the same demon sect, so when they were surrounded by the skeletons, they naturally became united. With their combined efforts, there were not many casualties.

"Where are those southern border barbarians?"

"Kill them!"

A large group of demon cultivators, carrying demonic energy, rushed over like a hot knife through butter.

Luo Shan, who was halfway up the mountain, saw so many disciples of the Demon Sect and immediately sent a message to Yuan Xiao, then controlled the corpse puppets to block them from behind.

"Let's go to Luo San." Yuan Xiao made a prompt decision, mobilized his spiritual power and headed towards Luo San.

A group of monks from Southern Xinjiang followed closely behind, and were stunned when they saw the three-way confrontation halfway up the mountain.

"The fellow Taoists in Southern Xinjiang are quite quick." Su Jue smiled gently, and waved the folding fan in his hand slightly, acting like a worldly young master.

Luo Shan did not reply. His eyes were fixed on the monks from Southern Xinjiang who had caught up with him. When he saw that one of them was hit by the attack of a demon cultivator because of his slow speed due to injury, his face became a little cold.

A water sword condensed in his palm and headed straight towards the monk's face.

The opponent's attack hit a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building. Before he could make up for the damage, he found a water ripple-shaped sword condensed from water coming at him at a high speed not far away. He was shocked and wanted to dodge sideways, but the speed of the water sword was beyond his expectation. Although he avoided a fatal injury, his shoulder was injured.