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

"Fellow Daoist, are you going to compensate me with something yourself, or should I do it myself?" Luo San threatened with narrowed eyes.

These words stunned the ghost cultivator. He looked at the corpse puppet whose upper body had turned into charcoal not far away, and after a while he said angrily:

"A robe costs five thousand spirit stones. Are you crazy for the spirit stones?"

The thunder tribulation of the foundation-building period can be shattered into pieces with one strike. How can it be worth five thousand spirit stones?

"If you don't want to pay the spirit stones, fine. Then you can use yourself to pay for it."

Luo Shan nodded, and as soon as he finished speaking, he attacked the ghost cultivator directly.

"Now that you have lost your corpse puppet, it's like losing an arm. How can you be my opponent? You are overestimating yourself."

The ghost cultivator sneered. This was the drawback of the corpse puppet cultivators in Southern Xinjiang. Not only were the corpse puppets highly powerful when they were around, they were also extremely difficult to deal with. But once they were gone, they would be like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.

"Who told you that I would be like a useless person without the corpse puppet?" Luo Shan chuckled, and his spiritual power surged in his palms. He first put on a shield for himself, then created several flying swords and stabbed them towards the ghost cultivator's face.

"You only have these few moves, you are indeed a barbarian cultivator from Southern Border." The ghost cultivator swung out the ghost energy from his palm, dispersing several spiritual flying swords that were stabbing at him one by one, and then taunted:

"A barbarian cultivator is a barbarian cultivator. How dare you think you can hurt me with such a simple technique?"

"Okay, today, I will let you see what barbarism means!" Luo Shan originally wanted to fight with this ghost cultivator again and practice fighting techniques, but when he heard the other party's sarcasm, he gave up the idea.

"Here comes the coffin!"

With a sound of a coffin coming, the white jade coffin on the ground vibrated buzzingly, as if responding to Luo Shan, and actually flew directly over Luo Shan's head.

Luo San held up the white jade coffin with one hand and held up a folding umbrella with the other. It was extremely strange that such a polarized scene appeared on the same person.

The ghost cultivator stared with his eyes wide open, unable to utter a word for a long time. He looked at the female cultivator opposite him holding a white jade coffin, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Is it too late for him to retract his arrogant remarks?

"You, you, you..." Before he could even utter the word "foul", he saw the Nanjiang corpse puppet on the opposite side rushing towards him like a cannonball.

"Bang——" The sound of bones breaking was heard, followed by a sharp pain in the shoulder blade. Although it was not his body, his soul now occupied this body, and he could still feel the pain.

"stop!"

The ghost cultivator was shocked. As he finished speaking, his right shoulder was hit and dented. He had not felt such pain for a long time. Even when he had just gone through a thunder tribulation, most of the damage was caused by the corpse puppet. He only suffered some aftermath of the thunder tribulation.

The ghost cultivator grimaced in pain as both of his shoulders were hit so hard, but the owner of this body was still secretly causing trouble. He could have escaped the first attack, but he didn't expect that his junior sister would trip him up at the last moment.

Now that this body is useless, he can't stay here any longer.

Thinking of this, the ghost cultivator separated from the body of the black-clothed female cultivator without hesitation. Before he was about to escape, he saw several activated talismans floating in the air in front of him.

The ghost cultivator was horrified and recognized at a glance that those talismans were fire talismans, which were extremely effective in restraining ghost cultivators.

I was a little flustered, but at this moment I heard the voice of the Southern Xinjiang female cultivator behind me again:

"Fellow Daoist, I've calculated that you still need to compensate me with 50,000 spirit stones. If you can't come up with that, it's okay. You can use your own money to pay it off."

"You are dreaming! Even if I die, I will never let you succeed!" The ghost cultivator was furious when he heard this. He felt that the corpse puppet from Southern Xinjiang had opened its mouth so wide, and he was afraid that he had already made a plan.

"You can die, but you have finally broken through the foundation building stage. Are you willing to do that?" Luo Shan asked lightly, which directly made the ghost cultivator's mentality collapse.

"Even if you run, you can't escape." Luo Shan chuckled and threw the folding umbrella into the air. Countless thin, dense and transparent spiritual power threads wrapped up the ghost cultivator.

This was the backup plan she had prepared early in the morning. If the other party had behaved well, she wouldn't have to use this, but she had thoughts that she shouldn't have had.

She used her essence and blood as a guide to set up such a trap in the corpse puppet's soul. As long as the opponent entered the corpse puppet's body, he would be entangled by the spiritual power thread.

"You've already planned this, you despicable Southern Border barbarian cultivator!" The ghost cultivator tried to break free, but found that after one of the threads broke, it would reconnect again. He tried for a long time but failed to break free.

"What? You think you are despicable for trying to trick others but being tricked instead?" Luo Shan looked down at the ghost cultivator. His pupils reflected the other person's frightened but stubborn look. The corners of his mouth curled up subconsciously, and his words only hurt the other person's heart:

"So what if you are a barbarian cultivator? To put it nicely, you are a ghost cultivator, but to put it bluntly, you are just a spirit. This makes you feel a little superior."

After he finished speaking, smoke instantly appeared above the ghost cultivator's head, and it was obvious that he was almost losing his mind due to the stimulation of Luo San.

"Why do you look at me like this? With such a bad character, it's no wonder you died before you even reached the foundation building stage."

Luo Shan's words were more and more provocative to Gui Xiu. Seeing that Gui Xiu's pupils had turned red with anger, she was still a little unsatisfied and continued:

"If you want the secret method of my Southern Border Corpse Puppet, you have to walk the corpse path. The last person who said that has grass taller than yours on his grave now."

"How do you know about your corpse puppet?" The ghost cultivator was shocked. What he had said to his junior sister before was actually heard by this female cultivator.

"My Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppets have a technique called the Soul-Separating Corpse-Controlling Technique. You should have heard of it, fellow Daoist." Luo Shan summoned the corpse puppet not far away back into the white jade coffin, then shrunk it and hung it around his waist again. Then he looked at the ghost cultivator.

"Impossible! How can you, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, divide your attention to control a corpse?" The ghost cultivator widened his eyes in disbelief, his expression filled with fear and shock.

"Nothing is impossible." Luo Shan restrained his expression.

Strictly speaking, her technique of splitting the soul and controlling corpses is different from that of Yuanying Zhenjun. Yuanying Zhenjun split his own soul, while her soul still contains a part of the original owner. In other words, her current soul has been separated from the beginning.

"Impossible, this is impossible, how is this possible!" The ghost cultivator shook his head, still unwilling to believe that such an absurd thing could happen. How is it possible that a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator could split his consciousness!

"Okay, seeing that you can't come up with 50,000 spirit stones, you'll have to use yourself to pay for it." Luo Shan used part of his spiritual sense to investigate the condition of the corpse puppet in the coffin. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that only the skin was injured.

However, she soon discovered that the corpse puppet, which had suffered three thunder tribulations, seemed to be stronger than before.

Although he was struck by lightning, he gained a lot. With the Yin-Yang Water and this ghost cultivator, Luo Shan felt that this trip was truly worth it.