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

"Okay, since you want to kill us all, then no one will have an easy life." Even if his soul and body were to be annihilated, he would not let this female cultivator from southern Xinjiang succeed. Since he could not survive, this corpse puppet would be buried with him!

After Heiwu finished speaking, he took action. After Luo Shan noticed Heiwu's action, he did not dare to be careless. He put his right fingers together to form a knife and made a scratch with the tip of his left middle finger, and a drop of bright red blood seeped out.

He used blood to make a talisman in the direction of the corpse puppet and stared directly at the twitching corpse puppet.

Luo Shan's face turned pale, his spiritual sense firmly locked onto the corpse puppet's soul space, enduring each increasingly violent impact from the black fog.

The black fog trapped in the soul space did not expect that the female cultivator's consciousness was so strong. He thought that based on the female cultivator's previous performance, it would consume nearly 80% of his soul power to break through the soul space. However, he did not expect that the female cultivator had been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger from the very beginning.

Thinking of how he had pretended to be under the pressure of his spirit, if Black Mist had a body, he would probably be so angry that he would spit out blood.

Damn the female cultivator from Southern Xinjiang!!!

The angrier he was, the more violent the black fog's soul fluctuations became, and the greater the force with which it impacted the soul space. As a result, the already injured Luo San could no longer hold on.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Hahaha, I have already broken a crack in your soul space. Even if we die together today, I have nothing to fear."

The black fog laughed wildly, and the evil spirit in its soul gushed out, and then slowly condensed into a ball, wanting to attack the gap created by the previous collision.

Luo Shan endured the intense pain from the injury to his consciousness, listened to the vicious laughter of the black mist, and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly: "You want to die and have someone buried with you."

"Why, do you think you are the emperor?"

"You are old, and you deserve to die."

After saying this, without waiting for the black fog to get angry, he endured the severe pain in his soul and wrapped the corpse puppet with spiritual power and threw it into the white jade coffin.

The black mist soul, which had originally blocked the space of the corpse puppet's soul, had created a small crack. With hope rising in his heart, he watched helplessly as the crack, which had been caused by the loss of most of his soul power, was repaired little by little, and he suddenly felt hopeless.

"Damn ants, I never thought that a dignified Transformation God would end up like this. Heaven is so unfair, Heaven is so unfair!"

Why should he suffer all this? All he wanted was to strengthen himself. Those ants died in his hands only because they were weak.

Heaven and earth are not kind and treat all things as straw dogs. The strong cultivators are respected. Since he is strong, why can't he kill ants?

Heaven is cruel, but we cultivators have to be corroded by the power of evil. Why, why! !

The black fog glared upwards with gnashing teeth, even though he could only see a vast expanse of white space.

“Hahahaha!” A shrill and desperate laugh sounded, and a distorted face was looming in the black fog.

But the laughter didn't last long, and suddenly there was a scream, and then there was completely no sound.

Luo Shan leaned against the white jade coffin, his face was pale, his black hair was soaked with sweat and hung on both sides, and his green white jade fingertips touched the dried blood at the corners of his mouth.

"A down-and-out cultivator who blames everyone and everything in his life." These nine short words were enough to label all of Black Mist's actions.

She just regarded those words of Heiwu as useless nonsense. In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected, this is the truth. He is complaining about the heaven and the earth here, why doesn't he think about that he kills ants because ants are weak.

And he has been imprisoned here for thousands of years. To those who locked him up, he is no less of a weakling.

Even now, dying in her hands is only because I am weaker than her.

After treating the minor injuries on his body, Luo Shan shrunk the white jade coffin and put it around his waist. He leaped forward and appeared on the mountainside several meters away.

The monks from Southern Xinjiang gathered at the foot of the mountain not far away, looking at the skeletons with a fierce look in their eyes. When they noticed Luo San appearing behind them, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, when they saw Luo Shan now, they felt a sense of security. It was obvious that the other party had just established his foundation not long ago, but he was able to force the genius of Yinshan Sect to use the teleportation talisman in the secret realm.

"Sister Luo, there's something wrong with these skeletons. Should we go back to the Bone Mountain first, meet up with the disciples from the three sects, and then work together to break through the group of skeletons?"

Yuan Xiao's corpse puppet had died in order to lure away the Jindan stage skeleton, so his current strength can be said to have been greatly reduced.

If it were before, he would have had an 80% chance of breaking out of the group of skeletons, but now it is a bit difficult.

Although the strength of the Luo sister was beyond his expectations, she was only in the initial stage of building the foundation. It was somewhat difficult for her to lead the tribesmen to find a way out.

"No, there have been changes in Bone Mountain. Those disciples from the sect may be unable to take care of themselves now. We must leave Bone Mountain as soon as possible." Luo Shan vaguely felt that there seemed to be an extremely terrifying thing. She thought it was the black fog soul before.

But now that Black Fog's soul had been devoured by her consciousness, the sense of crisis had never dissipated. Thinking of how Black Fog threw the Demon-Suppressing Bell deep into the cave in order to escape from the disciples of the three sects, Luo Shan didn't dare to stay here any longer.

"What's going on? Could it be..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt his body swaying and the bones under his feet began to tremble violently as if they had come alive.

"Quickly get away from Bone Mountain, the farther the better."

Luo Shan did not dare to delay and used his spiritual power to convey the message to the Southern Xinjiang monks present. He then took out a simple flying sword from a storage bag that he had snatched from an unknown monk, flew on it, and headed towards the skeletons.

The monks from southern Xinjiang followed closely behind, and the huge group of skeletons also looked very strange at this moment. The mountain of bones that they had originally dared not step on now rushed up as if they were not afraid of death.

This made the bone mountain, whose peak was already invisible, even larger.

"These skeletons are all crazy..." Yuan Xiao followed closely behind Luo Shan. When he saw this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.