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

Luo San glanced at the monk, and finally placed the low-grade spirit stone on the table:

"I bet on Ling Wanran from Qingyun Sect."

This one sentence made the waiter in the gambling house dumbfounded. Who is Ling Wanran? Is she a hidden genius from some big sect?

The waiter looked over and saw only a low-grade spirit stone lying quietly on the table.

Low-grade spiritual stone? One piece? Are you crazy?

"Are you here to cause trouble? Ling Wanran is not here. Here is a low-grade spirit stone. Go away!"

"Well, then let's bet on the one with the highest odds!" Luo Shan didn't really want to gamble, he just saw that there were so many people here and he wanted to join in the fun out of curiosity.

"Yuan Xiao? Okay, wait a moment." The waiter looked at the person with the highest odds and took away a low-grade spirit stone.

Coming out of the crowded gambling house, Luo Shan also remembered the names and sects of the people who had been betting on it. The odds for the geniuses from the three sects of Demon Sect and the three sects of Dongyue were not high. It seemed that their strength was among the best among those who entered the Donglin Secret Realm.

As for the southern border, only Yuan Xiao and the Gu tribe’s Yintu were on it.

Luo Shan originally wanted to see what the odds were for Ling Wanran from Qingyun Sect, but he didn't expect that the other party was not even on the list.

Thinking of what the other party said, Luo Shan had reason to suspect that the other party should know how to obtain the inheritance.

Fortunately, even if she rejected the other party, she had made preparations.

Thinking of this, Luo Shan's mouth curled up, and he became more and more looking forward to the upcoming Donglin Secret Realm.

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"The secret realm is about to open!" As a cultivator habitually looked up at the entrance of the secret realm, he found that the originally solid barrier suddenly cracked with a big hole, and he immediately exclaimed.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a special energy magnetic field swept towards the eastern mountain. Luo Shan wiped the blood off his index finger, stood up and looked at the chaotic spiritual magnetic field in the distance.

The small white jade coffin around his waist shook slightly, and the bloodstains on it gradually disappeared into the coffin, and soon returned to calm.

Countless independent cultivators and disciples from small sects rushed towards the entrance of the secret realm on their swords or flying magic tools. Soon the outside of the Donglin Secret Realm became much more empty. Luo Shan followed the disciples of the Corpse Puppet Tribe, stepped on the white jade coffin, and rushed towards the entrance of the secret realm.

The world was spinning, and an urge to vomit swept through my stomach. By the time I came to my senses, I had found myself in a dense forest.

The surroundings were filled with fog. Luo Shan tried his own spiritual power and found that he could use it. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out the jade box from the storage bag and opened it. A pink moth fluttered its wings inside. It flew around the Luo umbrella for a few circles and then flew in one direction.

Mi'e flew for about an hour before Luo Shan realized something was wrong. He looked at the tree not far away where he had drawn three lines with an unpleasant expression.

This was her fourth time passing by this tree. It seemed that this was a natural maze. Even Mi'e was unable to leave by relying on the mother Gu's sensing ability. This showed how powerful it was.

Luo San cast a spell and the fog not far away dispersed, but soon gathered again.

She had no knowledge of the battle formation, so if she wanted to leave here, she had to think of other ways.

With a frown on his face, he took Mi'e back. Then, Luo Shan pointed with his index finger, and the small white jade coffin on his waist floated in the air. Then, a corpse wearing the clothes of the Corpse Puppet Tribe appeared in front of Luo Shan.

The corpse had an expressionless face and a pair of gray eyes that showed no emotion at all. It was already a puppet.

After giving the order with spiritual consciousness, the corpse directly attacked the ground with an eagle claw and quickly made a hole that was big enough for one person to enter.

The Yin corpses attacked in one direction. Luo Shan followed behind them. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, he once again ordered the Yin corpses to break out of the ground. After all, if they appeared in the same place again, it would mean that starting from underground was not reliable.

Fortunately, when he appeared this time, he did not see the tree with the marks on it. In front of him was a clear river, and behind him was a foggy forest. He put the corpse back into the small white jade coffin and thought about how to cross the river.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Just as he was about to cross the river, Luo Shan heard a loud noise behind him. He turned his head and saw tall trees falling backwards one after another.

Is someone cutting down trees?

Such a simple and crude behavior made Luo Shan, who had just dug the hole, stunned:

"..."

"It seems my luck is not that bad." The man who came out of the woods was dressed in black, the iconic outfit of the Demon Sect. When he saw Luo San, he smiled strangely:

"Little guy, are you from Southern Xinjiang?"

Luo Shan took a step back and looked at the person coming vigilantly.

"From the Corpse Puppet Tribe? Interesting." A black scimitar appeared in the palm of the man's hand. After spinning it in a circle, he looked at Luo Shan:

"I usually don't kill women, so..."

"How about I give you three breaths to escape?"

Luo Shan took a deep breath and stared at the demon sect disciple opposite him who was about to count:

"Then we really are destined to be together!"

"Ah?" The demon sect disciple was stunned, not understanding why the woman opposite him would say this. Fate? What fate? Was she scared silly by me?

"I usually don't kill women." Ever since she entered the world of immortal cultivation, Luo Shan has been prepared to kill people at any time. After all, if one is not ruthless in cultivating immortals, his life will be unstable, not to mention that she was not a good person to begin with.

"It's a pity that you are not a woman, so I won't give you three breaths of time to escape." Luo San said, and flipped his palm, and there were more than a dozen talismans in his hand.

"You actually bought so many thick shield talismans!" The demon monk on the opposite side was stunned, staring in disbelief.

"Oh, what do you know!" Luo Shan activated a talisman and stuck it on his body, and put the rest of the stack back into the storage ring:

"I took it out just to tell you that I still have many after I used up one." As he spoke, he made a hand gesture with his other hand, and a shield formed by water spiritual power protected his body tightly.

"Xiao Shi, kill him for me!"

The small white jade coffin made a humming sound, as if responding to Luo Shan.

The disciple of the Demon Sect opposite laughed grimly, and chopped straight at the white jade coffin with the scimitar in his hand. He condensed black demonic energy in his hand and slapped Luo San's spiritual shield.

"Buzz!"

The water-blue spiritual shield shook, and then dissipated into the air. Luo San flipped his palm and activated another defensive talisman.

The Corpse Puppet Tribe does not have many skills, and the monks are more focused on cultivating their spirits, so that when facing the enemy, they themselves have a huge weakness. Luo Shan has only been here for half a month, so even if he wants to find a suitable skill, it is impossible to learn it quickly.

Moreover, most of the cultivators in Southern Xinjiang are physical cultivators, and their skills are relatively scarce. This is completely different from the cultivators in Dongyue. The skills of the cultivators in Dongyue are diverse. There are thousands of sword and knife techniques alone, not to mention the five elements techniques.

This time in the Donglin Secret Realm, Luo Shan naturally prepared a lot of trump cards, and the defensive talisman was only a part of them.

After the shield talisman was activated, it was quickly shattered by a palm strike from the person opposite. When the person was about to strike for the third time, the corpse in the white jade coffin flipped over and jumped behind the person. A water sword with a cold glow condensed in the palm of its hand and pierced the back of the Demon Sect disciple.

"Om..."

When the aqua blue sword was about to pierce the back of the opposing Demon Sect disciple, it suddenly emitted a powerful repulsive force. Luo Shan's face looked a little ugly, and her consciousness seemed to be affected by the repulsive force, causing her head to hurt a little.