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

On the sparkling blue sea, Luo San was half leaning against the shore, with some spiritual fruits bought in Wuwang City next to him.

The "Zhe Yao" behind him opened up, covering half of Luo San's body in shadow. Ling Wanran, who was not far away, looked at Fellow Daoist Luo who seemed to be having fun, and sighed in her heart.

They agreed to come out to hunt monsters. Fellow Daoist Luo has no shortage of spirit stones, but she still owes him a debt!

"Fellow Daoist Luo, the island ahead is Shanrong Island, which is also the farthest island where monks can temporarily rest and recuperate."

Ling Wanran pointed to an island not far ahead. There were many cultivators flying over the island, and dozens of ships were parked near the reefs of the island.

Luo Shan turned sideways, looked over, and asked, "Fellow Daoist Ling, do you want to go to the island?"

"I don't have many spirit stones on me, so I can't buy many pills even if I go to the island, so I won't go." Ling Wanran looked embarrassed.

She only has a hundred spirit stones in her storage bag now. If she were to buy pills, talismans and other items on an island like this, the prices would surely be so high that she would be shocked.

"I won't go either. I'll go around the island and go to the area where I hunt sea beasts. I haven't seen any sea beasts yet." He had seen monsters, but they were all low-level monsters.

"Okay." Ling Wanran nodded and directly controlled the magic ship to bypass Shanrong Island and head west.

At first, they could still see a few ships, but later Ling Wanran deliberately avoided those groups of monks. When they arrived at the sea area where sea monsters appeared, they were the only two people on the entire sea.

The sea breeze blew gently, lifting the hair of the two people. An invisible threat was hidden on the calm sea surface.

Luo Shan looked up at the sky, then looked at the vast sea around her. She felt that the world was so vast and she was just a drop in the ocean.

If a cultivator cultivates his body and mind, even if he has already established a foundation, he is nothing more than a tiny speck of dust in the mortal world.

A speechless feeling swept over his heart, and Luo Shan vaguely remembered himself as a doctor in his previous life.

How did she get through it...

Oh!

She remembered that time when she had just finished the operation and came out of the operating room, she saw the patients' families making trouble in the hospital corridor. She was just curious to watch the excitement and was stabbed by mistake. She then fell into a coma and came to this world of cultivation.

Thinking of this, the inexplicable emotion in Luo Shan's heart disappeared instantly...

"Fellow Daoist Luo, something is coming." Seeing Luo Shan's trance, Ling Wanran immediately spoke up to remind him. Her spiritual sense detected that a sea monster was rushing towards them at a very fast speed.

Luo Shan’s spiritual sense reached out and discovered that it was actually a sea monster in the foundation-building stage!

I saw a huge eight-legged octopus leaping high from the sea, and one of its tentacles slapped directly towards the stern of the boat.

"It's the Eight-legged Seal." Ling Wanran took out the flying sword and held it in her hand, swung the sword in the air, and was about to chop off the tentacle that was smashing down from the Eight-legged Seal.

The eight-legged seal felt threatened and immediately retracted its outstretched tentacles. It then let out an angry cry and spurted black liquid from its mouth towards Ling Wanran.

Ling Wanran took out a red bell, activated it with spiritual power, and protected herself tightly. Then she sent a voice message to Luo Shan to remind him:

"Fellow Daoist Luo, the poisonous ink of the Eight-legged Seal can corrode the body of a cultivator, so don't get contaminated by it."

Luo San controlled the boat. The umbrella above his head protected his body firmly. He sent out spiritual power from his palms, hitting the huge head of the Eight-legged Demon.

The oncoming spiritual attack made the Eight-legged Seal feel a sense of danger. It immediately stopped spraying ink, and moved its body toward the surface of the sea. Its eight claws clung tightly to the bottom of the boat, which began to shake violently.

Luo San used his spiritual power to steady his body and avoid being thrown into the sea. He looked up at Ling Wanran who was protected by the bell, and saw that she was ready to attack. So he threw the umbrella into the air, pointed his toes, and stood directly on the umbrella.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, the eight-legged seal is at the bottom of the boat. Put the boat into the storage bag first, and then release it after you deal with it." Luo San said, then sat on the umbrella and controlled the umbrella to fly to the side.

"Okay!" Ling Wanran said, and directly cast a spell, and the magic ship, which was not big to begin with, instantly became the size of a palm.

As the magic ship became smaller, the tentacles of the Eight-legged Monkey were exposed. Before it could hide under the sea, Ling Wanran controlled the flying sword and spun it in the air for a while. Then several sword shadows appeared and stabbed straight at the huge body of the Eight-legged Monkey.

"Ow...!"

The eight-legged crab howled, and two of its tentacles were cut off. Soon the water on the sea surface was dyed red.

After having two tentacles broken, the eight-legged seal became furious. It jumped out of the sea and pounced towards Ling Wanran regardless of the pain.

Luo Shan sat on the umbrella, watching the exciting fighting scene with great interest. Fellow Daoist Ling's cultivation method was really complicated, including swordsmanship, magic, and even sword formations. The cultivators of Dongyue were indeed interesting.

He reached into his storage bag and took out the spiritual fruit he had bought in the city. He ate the fruit while watching the exciting fight.

Fellow Daoist Ling has been able to survive the huge bounty offered by Qingyun Sect without any harm thanks to his means. This shows that his talent is no worse than those geniuses from the top three sects.

Just as he was thinking about it, Ling Wanran over there had already taken down the Eight-legged Seal. The huge corpse was floating on the sea. The surrounding sea water had been dyed red, and a salty smell mixed with blood filled the air.

Ling Wanran wiped the sweat from her forehead. The battle with the Eight-legged Monk had consumed a lot of her spiritual energy and even used up several talismans. But relatively speaking, it was still a gain.

The tentacles of the eight-legged seal can be used to refine Qi, and its blood and poison ink can be used to refine elixirs, and can also be used as ink for making talismans.

Ling Wanran put the Eight-legged Seal into the storage bag as quickly as possible and then released the magic ship:

"Fellow Daoist Luo, the bloody smell here might attract a lot of sea monsters. Let's hide here for now."

Such a strong smell of blood would definitely attract more than just one sea monster. If they encountered a group of sea monsters, it would be difficult for the two foundation-building monks to escape.

"I'll listen to you."

Luo Shan had no objection. In fact, she had no interest in hunting monsters. The reason why she was willing to come to Wuwang Sea was just to follow the reborn Fellow Daoist Ling to see the other party's purpose in coming to Wuwang Sea.

But in order not to appear to be a maverick, she still had to take action when necessary.

The two men quickly left this sea area and headed north. During the journey, they encountered some low-level sea monsters, and almost encountered a Jindan-stage monster. Fortunately, Luo San's spiritual sense was strong, and he quickly noticed it.

The two hunted many monsters on the sea. Sometimes when Ling Wanran couldn't win, Luo San would help. Of course, after the battle, the spoils were divided equally between them. So during the half-month they spent in the sea, their storage bags contained sea monsters ranging from those at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining to those at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

"Let's go back to the city first. The storage bag is full." Luo shook the heavy storage bag and frowned.

Ling Wanran had the same idea. When she saw Luo San speak, she nodded and began to control the boat to go back.