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

"Senior brother, save me!" The female cultivator on the other side was forced to retreat step by step by the corpse puppet. She didn't know how this corpse puppet was made. Her poison was of no use to this corpse puppet.

The female cultivator who was hit in the chest vomited blood and turned to ask her senior brother for help. Her pupils suddenly shrank and her face turned pale in an instant.

She only saw her senior brother dodging and rolling around in a panic. His black robes were soaked with blood, and the scarf on his face fell down, revealing a face as pale as paper.

"Brother!!"

The female cultivator screamed in horror. In her sight, the person who was originally their prey was holding a white jade coffin that was twice as big as her in one hand and smashing it heavily on the back of her senior brother.

The female cultivator in the early stage of foundation building had an extremely ugly expression on her face. At this moment, she was hit hard on the back by the corpse puppet. She could no longer care about anything else and directly used the bleeding escape technique, disappearing from the spot, leaving only a pool of bright red blood.

The male cultivator in the late foundation building stage looked in disbelief at the direction where the female cultivator disappeared, despair gradually appearing in his eyes. His face was covered in blood, and the pain in his body as if it was crushed by a huge rock stimulated his mind.

"Hahahaha, that's fine, that's fine."

The sword that he was holding tightly in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. The male cultivator, half-lying on the ground, slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

Luo Shan is not a saint. If anyone dares to set his sights on her, he must be prepared to be killed in return.

The white jade coffin that was held high fell down heavily, and soon the male cultivator on the ground fell silent.

After picking up the male cultivator's sword and taking the storage bag from his body, Luo Shan took a breath, his palms feeling numb. After all, swinging the white jade coffin to hit someone was a very strenuous job.

Looking at the motionless body of the male cultivator lying on the ground, with a lot of blood spreading around the corpse, Luo Shan inexplicably remembered a sentence.

The blood in the human body contains more than 90% water.

In this case, then……

Luo San thought about it and stretched out his hand to the corpse of the male cultivator in the late foundation building stage. Unlike the pure water spiritual power in the air, the spiritual power in Luo San's palm at this moment had a hint of blood, looking extremely enchanting.

With a light pinch of the palm, the ball of light red spiritual energy instantly disintegrated, and the corpse of the male cultivator in the late foundation building stage lying on the ground was no longer the same as before. Now it was like a skeleton covered with a layer of dry and wrinkled skin.

Luo San looked down at the palm of his hand. It was clean and white, but it was this hand that could absorb the moisture in the human body.

The water spiritual root, which is extremely suitable for being a furnace for many cultivators, actually has such terrifying power.

It is conceivable how much panic would be caused if the space around the enemy could be blocked and the water in the enemy's body could be evaporated silently.

He was horrified in his heart but did not show it on his face. The corpse puppet not far away saw that the target of its attack had disappeared, and its whole body froze in place, not moving.

Luo Shan withdrew his thoughts, called the corpse puppet back to the white jade coffin, shrunk the white jade coffin with the secret technique of southern Xinjiang, and put it around his waist again.

Holding the storage bag of the male cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage in his hand, he walked back slowly.

Three days had passed when he returned to Suyue City. Luo Shan went back to the back of the restaurant and headed towards the entrance of East Street. There were sharp banging sounds coming from Liu Qizhen's small courtyard. It was the afternoon when Luo Shan went to knock on the door.

After knocking for a while, the door opened. Liu Qi was naked from the waist up, wearing black trousers and a white sweat towel around his neck.

"Come in." Seeing the people outside talking about Luo Shan, Liu Qi spoke calmly.

Luo San moved away from the other's naked body without leaving a trace. Contrary to that face, Liu Qizhen's upper body was not as skinny and bony as an 80-year-old man with dry skin. Instead, he was as strong as a 30-year-old man and even had some well-developed abdominal muscles.

Such a contrasting appearance made Luo Shan full of curiosity about this weapon refiner.

"I'll get your umbrella. You stay here and don't walk around." Liu Qizhen's voice was as loud as ever. After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the side room inside the house.

Since the other party told him not to wander around, Luo Shan stopped where he was, but he sent out his spiritual sense, trying to look inside the house. However, he was blocked outside just as his spiritual sense was about to penetrate the wooden door.

"There is a spiritual awareness barrier here, so don't look around."

Liu Qizhen's voice came from the side door. He didn't sound angry, but the high decibel level made Luo Shan's consciousness feel uncomfortable.

Soon, Liu Qizhen walked out from the side room, holding a closed umbrella in his hand. The umbrella cover looked like jade but was not jade. The material was very special and was covered with fine gold lines.

"I didn't receive these 1,000 spirit stones for nothing. I blended a little white magic jade into the material of the umbrella surface, which can be used to block spiritual attacks. If the opponent's spiritual sense is not strong, this white magic jade can also create illusions."

Liu Qi was very satisfied with the umbrella he made. If he had not taken the spirit stone from Luo Umbrella, he might have regretted it and kept it for himself.

"Thank you, Master Liu." Luo Shan saw the reluctance in Liu Qizhen's eyes, pursed his lips, and extended his hand expressionlessly.

Liu Qizheng rolled his eyes at Luo Shan and said with disdain, "You are so petty. Are you afraid that I will take your spirit stones and keep this umbrella for myself?"

"Of course not." Luo Shan blinked, feeling the warm touch of the umbrella in his palm, his heart moved.

"Senior, if we find other materials in the future, can we upgrade the grade of this umbrella?" She is only in the foundation-building stage now, so it is suitable for her to use a second-grade magic weapon. But when she reaches the Golden Core stage or even the Nascent Soul stage in the future, it is impossible for her to still use the magic weapon used by second-grade foundation-building cultivators.

"Humph, you came to me to refine a weapon, but you didn't ask about my name?" Liu Qi's face was not very happy, and he stared at Luo Shan for a long time:

"Although the magic weapons I, Liu Qizhen, produce are of low grade, the weapons made from them can be forged and upgraded later. Are you asking this question to deliberately anger me?"

As he spoke, he stared at the umbrella in Luo Shan's hand and said, "In that case, you should return this umbrella to me, and I will pay you an extra 500 spirit stones as the cost of buying those materials from you. How about that?"

"Senior, you are joking." Luo Shan hugged the umbrella tightly, took a step back and continued:

"Since you are busy, I will not disturb you. I will take my leave now."

After saying that, without waiting for Liu Qi to speak, he just slipped away quickly.

Luo Shan walked quickly without even looking back, so she did not notice that Liu Qizhen's face, which looked like an 80-year-old man, had a strange expression on his face and he was staring at the direction she left without blinking.

After leaving East Street, Luo Shan bumped into a handsome male cultivator.

"My fellow Nan...my fellow Taoist, please stay!" As they passed each other, the male cultivator called out to Luoshan who was holding the umbrella.