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

Chapter 112 Jade Bone Sword

"Okay, then today, I will let you know the difference between the Golden Core and the Foundation Establishment!" Hu Qisheng laughed in anger, looking at Luo Shan and Ying Chan with a fierce murderous look.

He raised his hand and launched a spiritual attack, directly targeting Luo Shan and others.

He didn't believe that these two foundation-building cultivators could escape the full force attack from a middle-stage Jindan cultivator unscathed. They dared to speak to him like that. He wanted to see what these two barbarian cultivators from southern Xinjiang were capable of.

Looking at the four people on the ground with a cold face, Hu Qisheng curled up a sarcastic smile.

He launched an attack with all his strength, and when he was about to crush those people, a jade sword appeared out of thin air. The sword was so cold that it directly dispersed all his attacks.

The jade sword trembled slightly, and spun in the air, making a buzzing sound, as if mocking his attack for being so vulnerable.

"Who?" Hu Qisheng looked at the jade sword that suddenly appeared. The sword looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The sword that was buzzing in the air trembled, and then it moved towards Hu Qisheng at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Hu Qisheng's face turned pale instantly. The moment the sword moved, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart and wanted to retreat, but before he could move, the sword was only a finger's distance away from his forehead.

The jade sword brought a bone-chilling chill. Hu Qisheng stared at the two words "玉骨" (jade bone) written on the sword in front of him. His pupils shrank, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. His lips trembled, but he could not utter a word.

"Now Wuwang City is being invaded by the demon tribe. As a Jindan cultivator, you attacked your own people. You deserve to be killed!"

A cold voice sounded, and as the words fell, the jade sword pierced into Hu Qisheng's forehead.

Hu Qisheng's face showed fear, and he opened his mouth but before he could beg for mercy, he fell silent.

"Greetings to Lord Wuhen Sword! Lord Tiance, and Lord Xuanzhen!" Another Jindan Zhenren was also startled by this sudden scene.

When he reacted, he turned around to look at the person who had made the move. He was delighted at the sight and quickly bowed to greet him.

The people who came were actually from the three upper sects, and the leader among them was the Yuanying Zhenjun who was the leader of the three sects. The one who spoke before was the Wuhen Sword Lord of the Wuji Sect, Shen Wuxiu, who had the most outstanding appearance among the three Yuanying Zhenjuns.

This time, the Wuji Sect actually sent out this God of Killing. I think Wuwang City will be able to survive this crisis safely.

Although the Traceless Sword Master killed Hu Qisheng as soon as he arrived, what Brother Hu did just now was indeed a bit too much. He tried to persuade him again and again, but the other party ignored him. Now, he has lost his life.

The Jindan cultivator sighed in his heart, but did not dare to blame Wuhen Sword Master.

"Yes." Shen Wuxiu nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the Jade Bone Sword returned to his hand. He frowned and glanced at Luo Shan and Ying Chan, then said to the two Yuanying Zhenjuns beside him:

"The situation outside the city is not good. I'll go first, you two."

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward and appeared outside the city.

Yuanying Zhenjun shrunk the distance into an inch, and Luo Shan watched this scene intently.

Afterwards, True Lord Tiance and True Lord Xuanzhen followed closely behind, and the three of them quickly disappeared in the city.

The disciples of the three sects who were left behind, seeing their elders heading towards the battlefield outside the city, also mobilized their spiritual power and flew out of the city.

Luo Shan heaved a sigh of relief, took out a pill from his storage bag and swallowed it, then said to Ling Wanran:

"Fellow Daoist Ling, do you want to go back to the rental house with me?"

Noticing that Ling Wanran's expression was not right, Luo San followed the other person's gaze and saw that behind the disciples of the upper three sects, a dozen monks wearing the uniforms of Qingyun Sect disciples were looking at this side with indignation.

Recalling the dispute between Ling Wanran and Qingyun Sect, Luo Shan raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked at an old Jindan man who was the leader among the Qingyun Sect disciples.

She remembered that Fellow Daoist Ling had taken a Jindan Zhenren as his master in Qingyun Sect. Looking at Fellow Daoist Ling's appearance, could this person be...

"You evil creature, you betrayed the sect, injured Qingyun Sect's disciples, and yet you dared to appear in front of me!"

The leading Jindan elder glared at Ling Wanran, veins popping out of his neck, looking extremely furious.

"Master... Master, I don't owe the sect anything. They are the ones who bully me too much. I just don't want to accept my fate."

Ling Wanran's face froze. When she rebelled against the sect, her master was in seclusion. Even if he was no longer in seclusion, her master would not stand up for her. But he did teach her a lot, and she felt guilty towards him.

"That's enough. You were trained by the sect, so what if you are giving back to the sect? Since you don't want to be a disciple of Qingyun Sect, you should just announce your departure from the sect. But you attacked your former fellow disciples. You are so cruel and ruthless. I really misjudged you."

He Yangqiu looked at Ling Wanran with hatred. No one knew how he felt when he broke through to the middle stage of the Golden Core and learned that his favorite disciple had done such a thing. The sect treated him well, but his disciples treated the sect like this, which really made him too ashamed to face the people in the sect.

Regarding the matter of Wuwang City, he also volunteered to make contributions to the sect, but he didn't expect to see Ling Wanran as soon as he arrived in Wuwang City.

"I have never thought of becoming an enemy of Qingyun Sect. It was them..." Ling Wanran wanted to explain, but seeing the other party's look of extreme hatred, she shut up and said no more.

"Junior Sister Ling, if you follow me back to Qingyun Sect, I can plead with Master to spare your life." A handsome male cultivator stood up from behind the old Jindan man and looked at Ling Wanran with complicated eyes.

He didn't understand. How could a person's character change so much after just one visit to a secret realm? He vaguely remembered that Junior Sister Ling used to look at him with respect, but now...

Zhang Xinyuan looked at Ling Wanran now and could no longer see any affection for him in her eyes.

Ling Wanran may have had resentment and hatred towards Zhang Xinyuan in the past, but after being with Luo San for such a long time, she no longer had her previous obsession.

She wanted to seize Gu Qingcheng's opportunities, but she was no longer overly obsessed with them. Although the opportunities were good, if they did not belong to her, they would be like the inheritance of Taohua Manor.

"I'm sorry, since I chose to leave Qingyun Sect, I never thought about going back, Fellow Daoist Zhang." Ling Wanran refused indifferently and sneered in her heart.

"Junior Sister Ling, between you and me..." Zhang Xinyuan felt uncomfortable when he heard Ling Wanran calling him Fellow Daoist Zhang. In his eyes, Junior Sister Ling should not be like this.

"There is nothing else between you and me except that we were fellow disciples in the past. Fellow Daoist Zhang, please respect yourself." Zhang Xinyuan's words immediately changed Ling Wanran's expression. After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Fellow Daoist Luo:

"Fellow Daoist Luo, let's go. You were just hit by that golden elixir monster. It's better for you to go back to the rental house first."

"There's no rush." ​​Luo Shan was watching the fun with great interest. When he heard Ling Wanran say that she was leaving, he coughed lightly and said very understandingly.

Ling Wanran looked at Luo Shan's sparkling expression as he watched the fun and was speechless: "..."

"Junior Sister Ling, you know that's not what I meant." Zhang Xinyuan's face froze and he wanted to explain, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a cold female cultivator in white riding a sword not far away, so he stopped talking.