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

"What? This is really happening!" The elder of Luosha Sect had a gloomy face. Seeing the angry expression on the disciple's face, he turned his gaze towards the direction of the Southern Xinjiang Gu Tribe and Wuji Sect, sneering:

"I didn't expect that the Wuji Sect, which claims to be a major righteous sect, would also unite with the evil sects in Southern Xinjiang. Such behavior is really shameful."

The cultivators from Southern Xinjiang are considered a rather odd type of cultivator in this world of cultivation. They are neither righteous nor evil, and they are not evil either. After all, no righteous sect would refine corpses or practice poison. But if they are said to be evil cultivators, that is not entirely true.

The focus of demonic cultivation is to show off unbridled enthusiasm and pursue personal strength. As long as it can strengthen themselves, they will kill each other among their fellow disciples, which is also allowed in the sect. Moreover, the techniques they practice are all in line with their own nature.

The cultivators in southern Xinjiang who cultivate corpse puppets or poisonous insects all inherit their traditions from their ancestors. They uphold the will of their ancestors, and their respect for their ancestors is greater than the Taoism of orthodox cultivators or the bodies of magic cultivators.

“Friend Chong, if you have any opinions about my Gu Clan, just say it directly. I, Qiu Yang, am not the kind of person who is afraid of death. You say that my cultivators from Southern Xinjiang are evil cultivators for no reason. Do you think there is no one in my Southern Xinjiang?” Qiu Yang, the elder of the Southern Xinjiang Gu Clan, frowned on the spot, with his natal magic weapon hanging above his head, looking angry and eager to take action.

"Humph, even if the younger generations join forces, why, as a Yuanying cultivator, do you still want to vent your anger on behalf of your own sect's disciples?"

Elder Ying of the Wuji Sect was even more rude when he saw that the Gu Clan did not give face to the Luosha Sect's Chong Falcon. After mocking him, he raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly:

"If you want to take action, hurry up. Fellow Daoist Qiu and I will fight you. After that, I will take the sect disciples back!"

The shameless remarks, which did not have the slightest intention of two people fighting one, made Luosha Sect's Zhong Falcon's face turn black and blue with anger, and the anger in his chest rose and fell, and it took a long time for it to calm down.

"Humph!"

Knowing that he couldn't win the argument with the shameless Ying Changyuan, Chong Falcon just snorted coldly, showing an attitude of not bothering with shameless people.

Despite this, Chong Falcon still felt unhappy. Seeing that the disciple was still standing there with a worried look, his face immediately darkened:

"What are you still doing here?"

"Elder, please forgive me. I will take my leave now." The disciple had naturally watched the show just now. He thought that the elder could get the sword jade card back for them. He didn't expect that just a few words would make his family lose face.

After being scolded, the disciple retreated in fear.

There was a lot of noise outside the secret realm. The secret realm was closed suddenly. Many disciples were still in the middle of fighting when they were teleported out. The attacks they had accumulated in their hands were ready to be unleashed. They had already appeared outside the secret realm, and the attacks they launched subconsciously messed up the entire secret realm.

Fortunately, there were several Nascent Souls present, and after the initial chaos, order was quickly restored.

Ling Wanran breathed a sigh of relief after knowing that she had left the secret realm, but her face immediately became extremely ugly.

She was brought to the group of Qingyun Sect disciples by her own Jindan elder, and she found that among the cultivators from the aristocratic families not far from her own sect, the young man who had wanted to use spirit stones to buy her jade letter not long ago was looking at her with a smile.

Ling Wanran's heart sank, she turned her head and looked around, and found that her elder had his eyes closed, as if in a trance.

"Junior Sister Ling." Qingyun Sect's chief disciple Zhang Xinyuan walked over with a smile and a pleased expression.

"I heard that Junior Sister Ling shined in the secret realm and snatched the treasure of the Injustice Bone from the Li and Song clans. Not bad, not bad. After returning to the sect, Senior Brother will report to Master and will definitely reward Junior Sister well."

After thinking for a moment, he took out a purple fruit from his storage bag, and said in a very gentle tone:

"This is the anti-aging fruit that Senior Brother obtained in the secret realm. Taking it can keep one's youth for fifty years. I thought Junior Sister would like it, so I gave it to her."

Ling Wanran looked at the purple fruit that was sent to her, and the alertness in her eyes became more and more intense. After a while, she spoke, but she declined politely:

"The Rejuvenating Fruit is so precious. Wanran cannot accept the gift from Senior Brother."

The corners of Zhang Xinyuan's mouth slightly curled down, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Junior sister, why can't I accept you? There's no need for you and me to be so distant."

"Brother, you are joking." Ling Wanran looked at Zhang Xinyuan expressionlessly when she heard this. In his previous life, Zhang Xinyuan was like this. Although he didn't like the Taoist partner arranged for him by the headmaster, he never refused.

Sometimes he would say some ambiguous words, which made her think that they were in love with each other. In the end, she found out that she was just a joke.

Later, she developed inner demons, and eventually died tragically in a secret place.

Now, hearing these ambiguous words, Ling Wanran just found it ridiculous.

"Brother, if you have something to say, just tell me. If I can help you, I will not refuse your request."

"Junior sister, I heard that you got a ghost butterfly in the cultivator's workshop outside the secret realm. I wonder if you would like to give it up." Zhang Xinyuan hesitated for a moment, but finally said it.

"I'm sorry, what I meant by 'a piece of cake' was just a literal meaning. As for the Ghost Butterfly, I'm afraid I can't give it up."

Hearing this, Ling Wanran replied expressionlessly. After that, she found a place to sit down and meditate in front of Zhang Xinyuan, as if she was ignoring him.

Zhang Xinyuan's face froze. He didn't expect Ling Wanran to say such words to reject him. He was a little surprised, and at the same time, he felt a little angry.

I don’t know why, but Junior Sister Ling’s behavior has become more and more different from before recently. Could it be that she was possessed by someone in the secret realm?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xinyuan's heart tightened and he walked towards the elder who was meditating with his eyes closed.

Many disciples of the sects returned to their own sect’s positions, and of course there were also many people who stayed in the secret realm forever.

Gu Yue, the corpse puppet of Southern Xinjiang, had a worried look on his face. After asking Yuan Xiao what had happened, his heart sank to the bottom.

Under such a powerful attack from the giant bone monster's soul, Luo Shan has not yet come out. Could it be that...

Thinking of that scene, Gu Yue's heart trembled.

"Elder Gu, it was my fault that I failed to protect the girl from the Luo clan." Yuan Xiao lowered his head, looking very remorseful.

In the secret realm, if it weren't for sister Luo, he would have died among the group of skeletons long ago. The reason he was able to come out alive was also because of sister Luo's reminder at that time. But now that sister Luo failed to come out, he, as the team leader, naturally also has the responsibility.

"This has nothing to do with you. Let's go. We can discuss this when we return to our tribe."

Although he really didn't want to believe that Luo Shan died like this, the more important thing now was to return to Southern Xinjiang. Their Corpse Puppet Clan suffered heavy losses in this trip to the secret realm in the east, and he was afraid that he would not be able to explain to the clan leader when he returned.

In the Gu tribe not far away, Ying Chan did not see Luo San in the corpse puppet tribe, and she frowned. She watched the Southern Xinjiang corpse puppets leave the Donglin Secret Realm first. In the end, she could only sigh.

They had agreed to fight to the death outside the secret realm, but unexpectedly, she was the only one coming out.

Sadly, fate is unpredictable...

Different from the regret and sorrow here, among the disciples of the Yinshan Sect of the Demon Sect, their eldest brother Yin Zizhan has been looking in the direction of the Corpse Puppet Tribe since he came out of the secret realm. After not noticing Luo San coming out of the secret realm, his sinister eyes were still fixed on the cultivators of the Corpse Puppet Tribe in southern Xinjiang.

Now that the female cultivator from Southern Xinjiang is dead, the hatred between them will be borne by these Southern Xinjiang corpse puppet cultivators who have entered the Donglin Secret Realm.