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

Chapter 185 You don’t laugh?

Luo Shan and others looked at the demon cultivator with ugly expressions.

"You guys keep an eye on the formation and don't lose your composure." After Luo Shan finished speaking, he took out the white jade coffin, injected spiritual power into it, probed his spiritual consciousness into it, and then took off the rope around his waist.

The corpse puppet held the waist rope and rushed out of the formation, swinging a whip at the demon cultivator.

Luo Shan sat cross-legged on the corpse puppet coffin, controlling the corpse puppet with his spiritual consciousness.

When the evil cultivator saw the unusual movement of the formation, he thought that the people inside were afraid of him and wanted to die together with him, so they wanted him to enter the formation. However, he didn't expect that what came out was a corpse puppet.

And as soon as he appeared, a whip was swung in the face.

The demon cultivator understood the intentions of the people inside very well. He sneered. Since these people were so afraid that he would destroy the formation, he would naturally not do as they wished.

The monster outside the yard looked at the fight in the yard coldly, with the corners of its mouth curled up subconsciously.

Whether something is useful or not depends on how it is used.

Unexpectedly, this demon cultivator could actually put pressure on those people in the formation. However, why couldn't he sense the vitality of the human cultivator who appeared?

Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet, could this be the so-called puppet made from corpses?

It is indeed interesting. I wonder if the marrow bones of the human cultivators who were refined into puppets will have any other uses.

The owner of the restaurant looked at the corpse puppet that suddenly appeared with a puzzled expression. He had no memory of this person's existence. He remembered clearly that there were two female cultivators and eleven male cultivators in the yard. And he remembered clearly that this one was not among the eleven male cultivators.

The magic cultivator took out all the magic weapons in his storage bag, injected spiritual power into them and threw them at the corpse puppet.

The two fought fiercely and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. After all, this competition was not about strength, but about the number and quality of magic weapons.

The corpse puppet holds a whip, and if the whip cannot block it, it will use its body directly. After being tempered by magic crystals inside the corpse puppet coffin, the corpse puppet's body is no weaker than an ordinary magic weapon.

"Damn it, go to hell!" The evil cultivator threw several magic weapons, but failed to cause any damage to the corpse puppet. He was immediately very angry and took out a stack of talismans from his storage bag, injected spiritual energy into it to activate it, and smashed it directly.

The corpse puppet didn't dare to resist with so many talismans, so Luo Shan controlled the corpse puppet to open the folding umbrella and receive the talismans that were thrown at it.

"Bang bang bang!"

The talisman hit the umbrella directly, and most of the originally white jade-like umbrella surface was blown to a charred yellow.

Luo San also took advantage of the cover of the Zheyao Umbrella to quickly approach the demon cultivator.

Although there are no restrictions on magic weapons, demon cultivators can only store the spiritual power of the second level of Qi Refining, and activating a few magic weapons has almost consumed it.

With these talismans, the demon cultivator's spiritual power has been exhausted.

He subconsciously wanted to take out the soul-replenishing pill from his storage bag and take it, but Luo San would never give him such an opportunity.

Taking advantage of the opponent's exhausted spiritual power, he swung a few whips at him.

The demon cultivator was shocked when he saw this, but without spiritual energy, his speed slowed down a lot. In just a few blinks of an eye, he was hit by two whips.

It was unknown what material the black whip was made of. Not only did it hurt badly when it hit him, but it also sent a chill straight through his meridians. After being whipped twice, the demon cultivator realized that he was no match for his opponent and immediately turned around and left the yard.

"My lord, save me, my lord!"

These words were spoken to the outside of the courtyard.

The monster outside the yard had a blank expression on its face, watching the movements in the yard coldly.

"You're just a bait." The scarlet eyes of the corpse puppet grew darker and darker, and then he spoke slowly.

The demon cultivator stared at the formation with hatred:

"You think you can get away with killing me? That's ridiculous!"

"Since it's so ridiculous, why don't you laugh? Is it your nature not to laugh?" Luo San pierced the devil's heart.

The demon cultivator had an ugly look on his face. He was mocked by Luo San and had been whipped twice before. He was so angry that he spat out blood.

Luo Shan had taunted enough and didn't want to see this man grumbling even though he couldn't win, so he aimed his bow claws at the demon cultivator's neck.

The monster dodged in horror, but Luo San lowered his hand halfway and stabbed directly at his heart.

The speed of this move was too fast. After the demon cultivator narrowly avoided it, before he could react, a whip with a sharp cold light fell from above.

His eyes widened, and finally he fell down slowly.

The monster outside the courtyard saw this and said calmly:

"Trash."

This demon cultivator is really useless as he can’t even defeat a corpse puppet.

The corpse puppet tied the black whip around its waist, then walked to the side of the demon cultivator, looked down at him for a long time, and after confirming that the other party was dead, he dragged one leg and entered the formation.

The monster outside the yard winked at the shopkeeper next to him, indicating that he should investigate the situation in the direction where the corpse puppet had just disappeared.

The shopkeeper's face was pale and he walked over tremblingly. In the end, he found nothing and had to retreat.

The corpse puppet dragged the demon cultivator's body into the formation, and then took away all the storage bags from his waist.

The demon cultivator had already died, and the spiritual consciousness in his storage bag naturally dissipated.

Looking at these strange and bizarre things, Luo Shan and the Corpse Puppet Monk looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Are these magic stones?"

Everyone looked at the black crystal stone in Luo Shan's hand, which exuded pure demonic energy and a few traces of spiritual energy.

"It's something similar to a spirit stone used by demon cultivators." Ling Wanran said, pointing at the piece in Luo Shan's hand:

"This kind of magic stone is equivalent to a medium-grade spirit stone when converted into spirit stones."

"There are some larger ones here. Are they equivalent to a top-grade spirit stone?" Luo Shan took out a larger piece.

"This kind of magic energy is not very pure, it should correspond to a low-grade spirit stone." Ling Wanran looked over, shook her head, and took out a relatively transparent magic stone:

"This is equivalent to a high-grade spirit stone."

"When these things are out of the secret realm, exchange them for spirit stones and divide them equally."

Luo Shan narrowed his eyes, counted the number of magic stones, stuffed them into the storage bag, and then looked at those strange things.

There was a piece of white bones, some strange sail flags, beads emitting evil spirits, some talismans, pills and two strange magical instruments.

"What kind of bone is this?" Luo Shan picked up the bone and curiously checked it with his spiritual sense, but found nothing unusual.

"Monster bones?"

A corpse puppet monk said.

"Luo Shan, the body of this demon cultivator is still relatively intact. We can bring it back to our clan and make it into a corpse puppet." The other corpse puppet cultivator stared straight at the demon cultivator who was lying on the ground with his eyes open.