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

“Hahahaha, Lin Yuan, your group of Wanjian Sect disciples are quite good.” A middle-aged man in a black robe leaped from the Western Region Demon Sect’s base, stood in mid-air, and looked straight at the Dongyue Sect’s base opposite.

A powerful pressure came towards him. Luo Shan, who was meditating with his eyes closed under a tree, frowned. Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the pressure was coming from.

"Rong Di, this is Dongyue, not a place where you can act so recklessly."

After a while, a stern young man in white clothes with a heavy sword on his back stood in the air. He waved his hand and the disciples in the Dongyue garrison felt that the terrifying pressure disappeared instantly. They all looked at the black-robed demon named Rong Di.

The disciples from Southern Xinjiang also felt the pressure from their own captain. Gu Yue and Qiu Yang stood in the air one after another, both showing dissatisfaction.

"Rong Di, the Donglin Secret Realm is about to open. If you do this, will you become enemies with Nanjiang and Dongyue at the same time?" He is indeed a madman. He dares to provoke Nanjiang and Dongyue at the same time before entering the secret realm. Is he really not afraid that the monks from Nanjiang and Dongyue will join hands to strangle the people from the Demon Sect in the secret realm?

"Oh, you two look like you're planning to put aside your grudges for the time being." Rong Di said with a smile, glanced at the disciples in Southern Xinjiang with ill intent, and raised his eyebrows.

"However, it's better for you two not to say anything nonsense. I just want to see the younger generation of Dongyue. I heard that Wuji Sect, Wanjian Sect and Yumen have all accepted several good disciples. After seeing them today, they are indeed quite interesting."

"Evil Rong, don't have any evil ideas. If you want to see the cultivators of Dongyue, I will let you see them." An old man with gray hair and a white body washed in the Wuji Sect's headquarters took a few steps in the air and stopped. The hem of his clothes rustled, and his old face stared angrily at Rong Di opposite him.

Luo Shan followed the corpse puppet disciples and watched this scene together. His beautiful eyes were twinkling with stars as he watched the excitement with great interest.

"Luo San, this time when you go to the secret realm in the east, Elder Gu has ordered you to stay with the tribesmen and not act alone." Just as I was watching with great interest, a male voice suddenly came to my ears.

Turning his head, he looked at the other person in confusion:

"Elder Gu didn't say that just now."

"Elder Gu sent me a message, saying that you have a criminal record and asked me to keep an eye on you." Yuan Xiao saw Luo Shan's unbelieving expression, coughed lightly, and took out a box from his storage bag:

"This is the Butterfly Incense. When we get to the secret realm, let Mi'e follow the scent to find us."

"Yeah, okay." Luo Shan took the thing and tilted his head to look at the person in the air.

"The Donglin Secret Realm hasn't been opened yet. Are you sure you want to have a fight first, old man?" Rong Di said, glancing vaguely in the direction of the Western Region Demon Sect's base.

The monk who was called the old fellow glared and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lin Yuan:

"Fellow Daoist Ying, as the other party said, the secret realm has not yet been opened. There is no need for us to fight with him here."

Then he frowned and looked at Rong Di: "If you want to fight, we Dongyue are not afraid."

“But if a fight breaks out, with so many disciples here, naturally a lot of casualties will occur. Brother Rong doesn’t care about the lives of his sect’s disciples, but I still have to take them into consideration.”

Of course, the reason why he didn't want to fight was that he also realized that the alliance between the Demon Sect and him this time must have a deeper meaning.

In the past, the three Demonic Sects operated independently, and the Donglin Secret Realm was not a high-level secret realm. The resources inside were things that were only useful to low- and middle-level cultivators, so there was no need for them to unite.

If they unite, it means that the resources obtained in the secret realm will greatly balance the disciples of each sect.

As soon as Lin Yuan said this, Rong Di, the black-robed elder of the Demon Sect, sneered, "In that case, how about we make a bet?"

Hearing this, Lin Yuan's face tensed up, and a chill rose in his heart:

"What are you gambling?"

"In the last Donglin Secret Realm, a disciple of my Devouring Demon Sect discovered a strange place inside. My sect speculated that it was the inheritance place of a certain powerful person. However, because the trial in the secret realm was nearing its end, he was also teleported out. This time, how about a bet on who can get the inheritance of the powerful person?"

Lin Yuan frowned, feeling somewhat wary of the possibility that the Demon Sect would tell everyone about this matter. However, before he could open his mouth to reply, he heard the hot-tempered Elder Ying from the Wuji Sect next to him speak first and agree.

"Okay, but if you dare to cheat in the secret realm, my Wuji Sect will definitely kill all of you little demons here."

"Haha, it's so lively, I from Southern Xinjiang naturally want to see it too." Qiu Yang of the Gu tribe laughed heartily, then flew back to the Gu tribe's camp. Qiu Yang's words were still echoing in the air.

"Friend Gu, you say yes and no."

"nature."

Seeing that the Demon Sect had no intention of conflicting with Dong Yue, Gu Yue also returned to his own position.

The gambling between the Demon Sect, Dongyue and Nanjiang quickly attracted the attention of countless people. Many people speculated about who the fallen powerful person in the Donglin Secret Realm was that caused such a fight among the three parties.

...............

At this time, in the Qingyun Sect's position, Ling Wanran stared with complicated eyes at a woman from the Wuji Sect who was dressed in white and had a cold face. She clenched her fists tightly, and bloodshot gradually appeared in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Gu Qingcheng...the woman who filled her with hatred and jealousy.

"Junior sister, this trip to the secret realm is full of dangers. When you arrive there, you must not separate from me." The gentle voice unique to young people sounded, and Ling Wanran, who was originally lost in her own thoughts, quickly came back to her senses.

"Thank you, Senior Brother. I know." Ling Wanran said, lowering her head and clasping her fists, not even looking at the man: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Looking at Ling Wanran who didn't even turn her head back, the handsome man standing there was still a little dazed. The great changes in his junior sister in the past half month made him doubt whether his junior sister had been possessed by someone else. But after several attempts, he was sure that the other party was his junior sister, and he didn't know what was going on.

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"What? Wuji Sect's Song Ligui's odds are so low, how can we bet on him?"

"Make way, make way. I want Bai Yue from the Wanjian Sect. The Wanjian Sect's people will definitely win this time."

"If you say so, then so? I think Su Yu from Yu Men is not bad either, so I'll bet on him!"

"Heh, I think the people from the Demon Sect have a better chance of winning this time, so I'll bet on the Rakshasa Sect."

"The Devouring Demon Sect is not weak either, so I'll bet on him."

"..."

The bustling small market has also started a small gambling game since the day when the Western Regions, Southern Xinjiang and Eastern Vietnam started betting. Luo Shan squeezed in the crowd, holding a spirit stone in his hand, listening to the noisy sounds from all directions, hesitating about who to bet on.

"Hey, do you want to bet or not? If not, then stand back and don't block the road."

The cultivator who was blocked from behind had an unhappy look on his face. He had seen this poor guy several times, holding a low-grade spirit stone in his hand, but he hadn't made a move for a long time.

Tsk - look at how poor he is, he's even stingy with a low-grade spirit stone.