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

Luo Shan frowned and looked at the old man: "Sorry, I said the wrong thing."

Seeing the other party's expression slightly restrained, he continued:

"Except for the inheritance that has nothing to do with me and you, I want everything else here."

I almost forgot that this spiritual consciousness also belongs to that Yuanying Zhenjun.

The old man was so angry that his face was ferocious, and he looked at Luo Shan fiercely:

"What a shameless and arrogant female cultivator! How dare you be so presumptuous and speak so wildly in my Taohua Manor."

"If you want the master's things, then leave your life behind!"

The old man was so angry that he didn't intend to waste any more time talking to the female cultivator and started to take action directly.

Ling Wanran didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Luo would be so arrogant, but it's okay like this.

Thinking of Gu Qingcheng's good friend, the Saintess of the Southern Xinjiang Gu Clan, a smile appeared on Ling Wanran's lips.

The old man transformed his spirit into a sword, intending to use the powerful force of his spirit to crush the consciousness of the ignorant female cultivator.

Luo San looked at the spirit that was coming straight at him, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, and raised the umbrella high. The white umbrella surface stopped in the air above his head, spinning slowly, blocking the hurricanes outside.

"Om-"

The divine consciousness rushed straight at him, and Luo Shan took two steps back. His eyebrows were cut by the sword, and bright red liquid slid down the bridge of his nose.

Luo Shan wiped the blood with his index finger and, adhering to the principle of not wasting, smeared it on the white jade coffin.

"Your spiritual awareness is so strong?" The old man's surprised voice came, and then he showed up not far away, looking at the white jade coffin on Luo San's waist with strange eyes.

"No wonder I felt the aura of corpses coming from you. It turns out you are a corpse puppet cultivator from Southern Xinjiang."

"But even if you are a Southern Border Corpse Puppet Monk, this is Taohua Manor. Since you are here, then stay."

In his eyes, the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppets' methods of refining corpses into puppets are cruel, and how are they different from those of evil practitioners.

"Oh, what, you think you can kill me?"

A trace of spiritual consciousness. Even if his cultivation was higher than hers in his lifetime, what was in front of her now was just a trace of spiritual consciousness.

"In the middle stage of foundation building, even if you have corpse puppets, it is more than enough to kill you."

The old man snorted coldly. Even though he was now in the late stage of foundation building, which was only one level higher than the female cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, it would be easy for him to kill her.

"Just your consciousness that is barely surviving in a peach tree?"

Luo San sneered with narrowed eyes.

"You! How do you know?"

The old man, who had been arrogant originally, showed horror in his eyes. He looked Luo Shan up and down, and his gaze stopped on the mini white jade coffin on the other's waist, with an expression of doubt and uncertainty.

Luo Shan did not answer, but directly took down the white jade coffin and placed it beside him. He pushed open the coffin lid with the palm of his hand, and a corpse puppet in the middle stage of foundation building jumped out, and surrounded the old man with spiritual consciousness with Luo Shan in front and behind.

"I told you, I am not interested in your master's inheritance. Hand over the rest of the things, or I will destroy your little enchantment."

Luo Shan threatened mercilessly, the water spirit power in his palm transformed into flames, and he looked at the old man steadily:

"You still have three breaths to think. I think you are staying here to protect your master's inheritance and wait for the destined person who is still in that corner."

Luo Shan guessed it when the other party said that she had no chance of inheriting the inheritance, but he didn't know how Fellow Daoist Ling behind him knew that Luohua City had the Nascent Soul inheritance.

Thinking of what the other party had done in the secret realm before, Luo Shan felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if the other party could predict the future.

From the strange look he gave her when they first met, to the ghost butterfly she bought in the market, to the magic palace in the secret realm, to the fact that Tong Wen later left the sect and appeared in Luohua City, and now she has encountered the Nascent Soul inheritance, this Ling Wanran...

Thinking of his identity as a time traveler, Luo Shan suddenly had a horrifying thought in his mind.

The future ones are the ones who are reborn.

Since she can appear here, can people from the future also go back to the past?

If you think this way, then the other party's actions will have reasons.

Because she knew that the secret magic gate would bring out the magic palace, she made preparations in advance and used the ghost butterfly to accurately find the entrance to the magic palace in the trapped array filled with resentful and evil spirits.

Luo Shan collected his thoughts and looked at the old man.

"You!" The old man was extremely angry. Naturally, he would give the things left by the master to the right person. This female cultivator from southern Xinjiang was simply going too far.

"Two breaths left." Luo Shan spoke slowly.

"Even if I destroy the things, I will never be threatened by you, the evil woman from Southern Xinjiang."

The old man was filled with rage and turned around to rush towards the peach tree where he lived. The spiritual energy around him began to riot, and soon a spiritual energy vortex formed above the peach tree. A huge spiritual energy ball in the middle was slowly spinning, as if it was going to destroy all the peach trees in the area.

Luo Shan frowned, thinking to himself that something was not right, and quickly recalled the corpse puppet. He jumped into the air, grabbed the umbrella floating in the air, folded up the umbrella, infused his spiritual power into the umbrella handle, and threw it straight towards the huge spiritual power ball.

With this throw, Luo Shan was completely exposed to the hurricanes. The invisible pressure seemed to crush her into powder. Ling Wanran on the other side could no longer bear it and fainted with blood spitting out of her mouth.

Luo Shan glanced at Ling Wanran, then threw the person directly into the white jade coffin, closed the coffin, used his spiritual power to lift the coffin, bent his knees, jumped up directly, and crashed into the spiritual power ball.

When the old man saw this, the arrogant and twisted smile on his face froze, his eyes showed horror, his mouth slightly opened, and he moved for a long time, but he couldn't utter a word.

"boom!"

"Boom--" Two sounds sounded at the same time, and the hurricanes below collided, stirring up the surrounding spiritual power.

The collision between the white jade coffin and the spiritual power ball in the air was also very violent. The old man's soul was immediately shattered by this huge force, and Luo San was also seriously injured.

However, if he didn't act so ruthlessly, when the spiritual power ball fell, I'm afraid Taohua Manor would be destroyed beyond recognition.

"Cough cough..."

After coughing lightly, Luo Shan touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, used a cleansing spell to wipe off the traces on his body, and then took out the healing pill and swallowed it.

Although Luo Umbrella blocked the spiritual power ball, the hurricanes still destroyed dozens of peach trees.

However, the largest peach tree in front of Luo Shan only had a few branches broken.

Luo San circled the peach tree several times but found nothing unusual. After thinking for a while, Luo San slowly released his spiritual sense and searched the peach tree inch by inch.

Upon seeing this, Luo San discovered something unusual. The peach tree was actually hollow. There was a restriction on the branch, and the restriction had loosened a lot. Luo San tried it with his spiritual power, and the restriction was destroyed directly.

There was a deep, pitch-black hole under the tree. Luo Shan probed inside with his spiritual sense and found that he could not see the bottom.