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

Chapter 163 Strange Fire

She understood immediately and couldn't help but sneer in her heart. No wonder the Saint of the Devouring Demon Sect gave up the magic crystal so easily. She must have expected this.

"Go dig." Seeing that Luo Shan's face was not very good, Ying Chan did not waste any more words and directly asked the Gu tribe monks to start.

The wandering cultivators followed suit and soon found a black coffin.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, this is not a stone coffin." Si Qianning was surprised. This coffin was made of black iron and there was a strange picture engraved on it, with three heads, four eyes and two strange horns with purple eyes.

"Is this the appearance of the demon corpse in the coffin?" The wandering cultivators looked at the painting in amazement and gasped.

If this is what this demon really looks like, how ugly it must be.

"Just open it and you'll know." The cultivator from the Gu tribe rolled his eyes and was about to open the coffin.

"Wait a moment." Luo Shan, Si Qianning and the corpse puppet monk spoke at the same time.

"Open it. If it is a demon corpse, how are you going to get rid of it without the strange fire?"

Si Qianning said this, repeating what Hou Ling had said before. For a moment, many cultivators who had never seen the demon corpse frowned.

"Strange fire? Who would be so lucky to tame a strange fire?"

The casual cultivators all had worried faces. As Si Qianning from the Wanjian Sect said, ordinary fire could not burn the demon corpse, and strange fire was needed.

But where can they get the strange fire?

"If not, I suggest not opening the coffin yet. Fellow Daoist Ling, you have some knowledge of formations. Can you deduce other formation locations based on these three locations?"

Luo San said this and looked at Ling Wanran.

Ling Wanran frowned, thought for a moment and said:

"You can give it a try."

Luo Shan nodded, and then drew the location of the first sarcophagus starting from entering the dense forest. He then drew the location of this place and looked at Ling Wanran.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, this is where we are. Can you mark the coffin that you found first?"

Ling Wanran instantly understood what Luo San meant. After thinking for a while, she also pointed to a location.

She looked at the three locations and felt they were familiar.

"What is this painting? Why is it so strange?" The cultivator of the Gu tribe looked at what Luo Shan drew curiously.

"Tsk, these are related to the art of formation, you Southern Xinjiang cultivators naturally don't understand them." The wandering cultivators from Dongyue sneered, and seeing that these Southern Xinjiang cultivators looked like they had never seen the world, they disdained to say anything.

His voice was loud and he even cursed the corpse puppet monk as well. Suddenly the atmosphere became tense.

"This fellow Daoist is so confident. I think if we look at these three formations, we will be able to tell what kind of formation this is."

A tall monk among the corpse puppets looked coldly at the Dongyue monk who was speaking sarcastically.

The face of the Dongyue monk who spoke froze. It was obvious that he was so proud of himself that he forgot about his current situation. He was used to treating the Southern Xinjiang monks as barbarians.

"I made a mistake."

Faced with dozens of unfriendly eyes and the idiotic looks from the Dongyue cultivators, the mocking cultivator blushed, cupped his hands, and shut his mouth.

"This formation is very exquisite. I think the person who set it up must have a high level of attainment in the art of formation." Ling Wanran looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

"In that case, let's go look for the sarcophagus again." Luo Shan was not too disappointed.

He stood up and looked at the mysterious coffin, then glanced at the monks:

"The mysterious coffin cannot be opened, so if we want to leave, we must take the mysterious coffin with us. Although you can't use spiritual power now, it is not difficult for the bodies of cultivators to take the mysterious coffin away."

"We just had a fierce battle with the demon cultivators and were already injured. I'm afraid we have the will but not the strength."

They got nothing but had to help carry the coffin. They are not fools.

Before, they thought they had found a sarcophagus, which might contain a cultivator's inheritance treasure. But now that they knew it contained a demon corpse, they were all unwilling to do hard labor.

Some people have already made up their minds to leave. After all, the most important thing now is to find the Purple Mysterious Crystal to pass the third level of the trial. After passing the trial, are they still worried about not having opportunities and treasures?

Thinking of this, the group felt that they were short-sighted before. They were really stupid for not seizing the time to find the Purple Mysterious Crystal and following this group of short-sighted monks from Southern Xinjiang to dig coffins.

"My fellow Daoists from Southern Xinjiang, we still need to find companions, so we won't be traveling with you." The wandering cultivators rolled their eyes and had already made up their minds not to travel with this group of cultivators from Southern Xinjiang.

"Yes, we have important things to do, so we will take our leave now." After saying this, he clasped his fists and left.

"If the Saint Lady hadn't intervened just now, they would have all been buried in the claws of the monster. Now we are just asking them to contribute, but they are acting like this. These Dongyue monks are really going too far."

The Gu tribe monk looked angrily at the monks who were leaving, feeling indignant for his own saint.

It might not be a bad thing for them to leave." Luo Shan said, pointing at the coffin, "Now, let's discuss how to take it away."

Ying Chan looked at Luo Shan, and finally looked at her own people.

After solving the problem of the mysterious coffin, a dozen people set out again. Luo Shan's spiritual sense reached into the white jade coffin, put away the Yang Pearl, felt the movement of the magic crystal, and then chose a direction to walk in.

Hundreds of miles away in the direction she was heading, a female swordsman in white was looking at the sarcophagus that was still shaking slightly in shock.

Gu Qingcheng held the light sword and looked at the shaking sarcophagus vigilantly, sweat gradually appearing on the palms of her hands.

How is this going?

Could it be that the thing inside is still alive?

Thinking of this, Gu Qingcheng's face suddenly turned ugly.

She didn't know whether she was lucky or not. She sensed danger from the sarcophagus before, so she retreated from the cave. Then she casually entered a valley and found another sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus was shaking more and more frequently, and Gu Qingcheng was becoming more and more uneasy. She tightly grasped the light sword, wondering whether to leave or open the coffin to see what was going on.

Finally, after gritting her teeth, Gu Qingcheng decided to stay. To be on the safe side, she released the icy flame stored in her dantian and wrapped her skin all over her body. After making sure it was safe, she approached the sarcophagus little by little.

The originally trembling sarcophagus became quiet the moment Gu Qingcheng released the strange fire. Seeing this, Gu Qingcheng had an idea and wrapped his natal magic sword with the strange fire.

"Little girl, don't come any closer." An old and hoarse voice sounded, and Gu Qingcheng only felt uncomfortable in her ears.

"who are you?"

Gu Qingcheng asked with a cold face.

"I am the guardian who issues the trial." The voice sounded again.