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

After leaving the city, Luo Shan headed west along the route he had learned before, but not very fast.

After a day's journey, Luo San stopped in a dense forest.

Perhaps there was a flaw in her behavior, or perhaps the monk in the dark felt that the time had come.

After Luoyang stopped, he could only hear the leaves rustling in the quiet forest, and a terrifying spiritual attack came from behind him. With a "bang", the spiritual shield that he had just raised was broken.

"As expected, you noticed it!"

A male voice sounded, and the man came in a black robe and a black scarf on his face, revealing a pair of sinister eyes and eyebrows, staring at Luo Shan sinisterly.

"Hand over the storage bag and I will spare your life." The black-robed monk was in the late foundation-building stage and held a black long sword in his hand.

"Storage bag?" Luo Shan raised his voice: "You want magic weapons?"

"Stop talking nonsense and just hand over the things. If you ask too many questions, I can't guarantee that I will let you go after I take the things."

The black-robed monk spoke in a cold tone. After he said this, he shook the big knife in his hand, silently threatening Luo Shan.

Luo Shan's expression also froze slightly when he heard this:

"Is robbery so interesting now?"

After saying this, he twisted his neck left and right, but his hands were on his waist and abdomen, feeling the delicate touch of the white jade coffin. The corners of Luo Shan's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at the black-robed monk as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Want to know where those magic weapons came from?"

"Their master is just like you, he also likes to do robbery, but unfortunately, he lacks a little strength."

This was not bluffing at all. After all, in the secret realm, when she was alone with the main force, she met many monks who wanted to rob her when they saw her alone.

It’s just a pity that those people failed to rob and were robbed by her instead.

"Arrogant." When the black-robed monk heard Luo Shan's words, although he called him arrogant, he became more alert in his heart.

"Brother, why waste time talking to her? Just kill her and take the storage bag." A female voice was heard in the air again, and a beautiful female cultivator in purple soon appeared in front of Luo San.

As soon as the female cultivator finished saying this, Luo Shan felt a danger approaching, and the spiritual power around him quickly enveloped his entire body. Only three crisp sounds of "ding", "ding", and "ding" were heard, and three cracks appeared on the spiritual power shield in an instant.

The three black silver needles did not hurt Luo Shan and quickly returned to the female cultivator's hands.

When the male cultivator saw the female cultivator taking action, he stopped talking and rushed towards Luo Shan, swinging his sword. The black blade was emitting a blood-red murderous aura. Luo Shan just took a glance and frowned.

She had just tried it with her spiritual sense, and the bloody evil spirit on the knife could actually cause damage to her spiritual sense. What on earth was this knife?

Being attacked from both sides, although the female cultivator was in the initial stage of foundation building, the male cultivator was in the later stage. The two sides cooperated very well. After Luo San's spiritual power shield was broken again, he directly took out the white jade coffin.

With a stroke of his finger, blood dripped onto the small white jade coffin. Soon, a strange and special rune appeared on the coffin lid, and the white jade coffin grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is this?"

The female cultivator on the opposite side was shocked and looked very ugly. She didn't expect that she and her senior brother could only barely gain a slight advantage against a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

"Of course it's my corpse puppet from Southern Xinjiang. Don't you recognize it?" Luo Shan's voice became louder. As he said this, the lid of the white jade coffin was slowly opened, and a corpse puppet in the middle stage of foundation building with a heavy breath flew out of the coffin and headed straight for the female cultivator.

"Ah! Senior brother, save me!" The female cultivator screamed, and the silver needle in her hand pierced into the body of the corpse puppet. The body of the corpse puppet made a "hiss-hiss" sound, as if it was being corroded.

After being pierced by the silver needle, the corpse puppet still pressed on the female cultivator. It was one level higher than the other party. Even though Luo San only gave orders and did not use spiritual sense to control it, the female cultivator who was still suppressed had to fight with all her strength.

"Two against two, this is more interesting." Luo Shan wiped the blood flowing from his fingers into his mouth and looked at the male cultivator in the late stage of foundation building with an evil smile.

"You are not the first and you won't be the last to want something from me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy around Luo San split into countless silk threads, all rushing towards the male cultivator who was building his foundation. His spiritual consciousness pressed forward all at once, forcing the male cultivator to defend himself.

"Damn it, I underestimated you." The black sword in the male cultivator's hand became increasingly bloody, and several ferocious Rakshasa faces appeared on it.

Luo Shan felt a slight pain in his spiritual sense and subconsciously wanted to retract it. Then he realized the current situation, endured the pain brought by his spiritual sense, and suppressed the male cultivator in the late foundation building stage.

"How can your spiritual sense be so powerful." The cultivator in the late stage of foundation building felt extremely uncomfortable under the pressure of Luo San's spiritual sense. He didn't understand why the other party was only in the middle stage of foundation building and his spiritual sense was stronger than his in the late stage.

Luo Shan ignored the other party, and instead used his spiritual sense to suppress him, and stabbed the thin lines of spiritual power that had just been split at the male cultivator who was building the foundation.

"Damn it, you forced me to do this!" The male cultivator's face turned extremely ugly when he saw this. As he spoke, blood spurted out of his mouth. The black blade made a sharp "swish" sound, followed by countless shrill screams.

Luo Shan's consciousness was also shaken by the scream at this moment, and it was in great pain, as if countless things were gnawing at her consciousness.

"This sword of mine is stained with the blood and resentment of countless people. It can restrain cultivators whose spiritual consciousness is too strong."

As the male cultivator spoke, he swung the broadsword in his hand, and with murderous force, he chopped towards Luo Shan's face.

Luo Shan's face changed, and he retreated to the white jade coffin. He swung the white jade coffin with both hands, and under the male cultivator's look of disbelief and astonishment, he slammed into the big knife that was filled with blood and resentment.

With a loud "bang", Luo Shan squinted his eyes uncomfortably.

"You! You you you!!!" The male cultivator in the late stage of foundation building was furious. He saw that the bloody resentment on his black sword was dissipated by more than half after he hit it.

Even cultivators at the peak of the foundation building stage are wary of his sword. What method did this female cultivator at the foundation building stage use?

Looking at the exquisite jade coffin, for a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or upset.

How could a monk from southern Xinjiang use a coffin as a weapon? This is totally unprecedented.

"Why are you so surprised? Isn't it normal for monks in Southern Xinjiang to use coffins?"

After he finished speaking, he gathered spiritual power in his hand again, raised it high, and smashed it down on the head of the male cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

The male cultivator in the late foundation building stage broke out in a cold sweat, thinking about how the white jade coffin had just destroyed most of the evil spirit of his Blood Evil Sword, he felt both angry and horrified.

He knew in his heart that he had hit a wall today. He had originally thought that since the other party could sell five magic weapons, she must have other treasures on her. However, he never expected that this female cultivator was not a cultivator from Dongyue at all, but a corpse puppet cultivator from Southern Xinjiang.