In the formation, Kong Laosan sat quietly cross-legged, his eyes seemed to open and close. At the same time, the fluctuations of Dao Dao divine thoughts became more and more vigorous, arranged around the body, condensed into an ethereal screen that could not be seen by the naked eye, and half a finger around the body, the rich yin qi infiltrated the entire bone refining array, but Kong Laosan was like a reef, allowing the endless filthy qi around him to impregnate and impact, unswerving.

This kind of ability to turn the power of divine thought into reality and block the erosion of filthy qi, generally speaking, only after the cultivator reaches the realm of foundation building, the power of the divine soul in the purple mansion is strong to a certain extent, and it can be reached a realm, but for Kong Laosan, who has the help of mysterious runes and stars, he has just reached the ninth layer of qi refining, and he can compete with the powerhouse of foundation building with the power of divine thought, and in the entire immortal cultivation world, there are probably very few people who can do this.

In the Purple Mansion, the Divine Soul Liquid swirled quietly, and a little bit of starlight loomed. Half a month later, one day, Kong Laosan, who was closing his eyes, seemed to sense something, and his originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and in his pupils, two points of inspiration flashed. At the center of the formation, a mound of earth that towered like a mound of graves.

Perhaps because of the long-term filthy pollution, the entire mound has now completely turned a gray-brown color, and there is a faint tendency to weather. At the moment when Kong Laosan stared at it, the gray-brown mound suddenly cracked open without warning, and the cracks spread out from the bottom, but in just two or three breaths, it was already as dense as a spider's web. Under the strange gaze of Kong Laosan, with a few "clicks", the entire mound was torn apart, and at the same time, a black coffin with a swarthy half a foot long suddenly rose out of the pit, and for a while, the endless filthy gas around it all converged, turning into a cloud of ash and swarthy clouds, enveloping the black coffin.

As the filthy qi around him gathered more and more, the black coffin was completely wrapped into a zongzi, and under the cover of the rich filthy qi, even the power of divine thoughts could not penetrate.

Two hours later, just when Kong Laosan was waiting a little impatiently, wondering whether to step forward to investigate, the surrounding filth suddenly rioted without warning, and surged out towards the center, and at the same time, the original black coffin was like a mound just now, full of cracks, and on the coffin lid, the runes were like fish swimming in water, flowing endlessly, gradually condensing into a pictogram rune the size of a baby's palm, like the ancient seal "mountain". At the same time, a strange heavy force stretched out, pressing across the surroundings.

This gravity was more violent than any previous time, and at the moment when the "mountain" character was condensed and formed, the coffin, which was originally swarthy and densely covered with strange power, disappeared in color in just two breaths, as if it was withered, and with a "snap", it directly turned into powder. At the same time, a scrawny figure, with runes lingering under the epidermis of his body, and a thick filthy aura all over his body appeared.

At the moment when this figure appeared, the countless filthy qi around it was like an inverted river, and it only took half a cup of tea to sink into the figure's mouth. However, the figure that devoured a large amount of filthy qi seemed to be still not satisfied, and with a big mouth, the powerful pulling force spread outside the large array, and for a while, within a radius of more than thirty zhang around, countless filthy qi surged in, surging madly towards the mouth of the bone shadow.

Seeing this scene, Kong Laosan's mind moved, and suddenly he slapped his waist, and suddenly there were eight or nine pure jade bottles in his hand, and with a slight flick, the jade bottles directly cracked, and at the same time, a large area of extremely pure demonic qi surged out, and as soon as it appeared, it all spread towards the bone shadow.

These demonic qi were still stored by Kong Laosan at the bottom of the peak of Qinglingmen Jinyun Peak, and now they are used to refine bones, but they are used to the fullest.

After two hours, after the bone shadow had eaten and drunk enough, the two gray and untraced eyes slowly opened, and glanced around, and suddenly stared at a "mountain" character glyph flashing with strange power in front of him for a moment, and with a dip of his palm, he took the rune into his hand. Just touching the bone shadow, the "mountain" character text seemed to have found a home, and gently melted, turning into a rune that seemed to be nothing, looming in the palm of the bone shadow.

At this moment, the bone shadow was naked, not half a wisp, and the skin around his body was gray. From a distance, it looks like a bone shelf with a human skin on it, without the slightest sense of flesh, but the yin aura exuded from its body is rich to the extreme, giving people a very evil feeling.

Kong Laosan knew very well in his heart that the white bone puppet in front of him had just been successfully refined, and if he wanted to increase his strength, he could only continue to devour the backbone of living beings, the more he devoured it, the stronger his strength became, and now the strength of this puppet was only stronger than ordinary people, and he had no power to resist cultivators with some means. It's just a showcase that is strong on the outside and dry in the middle.

Of course, the yin qi in this place has undergone a mutation, coupled with the nourishment of the true demon qi, Kong Laosan speculated that the strength of this white bone puppet is stronger than that recorded in the "Yin Spirit Sutra", and it is difficult to judge how it is.

There are many rumors about puppets, in the world of cultivating immortals, puppets are broad and profound, and the refining materials can be spiritual wood, metal, or human, demon corpses, etc., and there are various refining methods. The form of the puppet can be ever-changing, including humans, demons, and spirits. The strength of the puppet is closely related to the materials being refined, the method of refining, the environment of refining, and the strength of the people who are refining.

According to the division of the realm, the puppet can be divided into four grades: yellow, xuan, earth, and heaven, and each grade also has four grades: lower, middle, upper, and best. In addition to these ordinary puppets, there are also some special puppets such as soul dividing puppets, which are already considered second incarnations and cannot be counted as puppets.

The white bone puppet in front of him should be the lowest level of the Yellow Rank lower grade puppet, with limited strength, but once it grows up, the future is uncertain. Of course, in the immortal cultivation world, there are very few puppets like white bone puppets that can be advanced, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

Kong Laosan thought about it, and when his mind moved, an order was born in the bottom of his heart, and at the same time, a feeling of connection between his heart and mind was born from the bottom of his heart for no reason. At this moment, the bone shadow that was originally in the sky seemed to sense something, the blood lines on the top of his head flashed slightly, and his eyes looked in the direction of Kong Laosan.

Looking at each other, Kong Laosan could clearly perceive a touch of struggle in the other party's gray eyes, but this kind of "struggle" was only for a moment, under Kong Laosan's mental induction, the bone shadow slowly walked in the direction of Kong Laosan, swaying and swinging, like a baby toning, after a full cup of tea, he walked in front of Kong Laosan.

Glancing up and down at the figure in front of him, Kong Laosan frowned slightly, took out a set of magic robes from the storage bag, and put it directly on the other party. It was only at this moment that Kong Laosan nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, Kong Laosan seemed to sense something, his face changed slightly, he looked towards the void on the left, and with a flick of his sleeve, he put the white bone puppet in front of him into the storage bag, and then his figure flashed, turned into a streamer, and flew towards the formation.

The person in front of him was forty or fifty years old, wearing a yellow robe, his hair was messy, and he looked a little rough, and as soon as he landed, he looked in the direction of Kong Laosan, and glanced at Kong Laosan up and down, and a little different color flashed in his eyes, "This Taoist friend is surnamed Zhao?

Seeing the visitor, Kong Laosan was expressionless, and only nodded, "This is natural, but it's better for Daoyou to explain why you're going first? Also, what do you need me to do? What Daoyou promised before, I don't know when it will be fulfilled?"

Hearing what Kong Laosan said, the middle-aged man on the other side didn't seem surprised, and said with a smile, "If it's convenient for Daoists, let's go with me first, there are a few Daoists who have been waiting for a long time, and I will inform you of the purpose of this trip without reservation, how about it?"

Hearing this, Kong Laosan frowned, but he didn't insist anymore, and after thinking for a while, he nodded.

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Outside Zhentian City, at the edge of the endless blood wasteland, there is a long river called the Blood Sand River, which runs through the three places of Daqin, Houzhou, and Yanzhao, the river is not long, but it is as red as blood, exuding a strong bloody atmosphere all year round, and within three hundred zhang nearby, except for some special creatures, it can be said that there is no grass.

There are also different theories about the origin of this river, some people say that this river originates from the depths of the blood veins of the Blood Wasteland, soaked in the blood of endless creatures, some say that this river is connected to the ditch of the Later Zhou Dynasty, and originates from the demon and demon war 30,000 years ago, and some people say that this river runs through the underworld......

There are all kinds of legends, and there is no way to verify them. However, it is not an exaggeration to say that this river is called the River of Blood.

At this moment, in the center of the blood sand river that stretches for more than a million miles, there is a dark dry bone building boat floating endlessly, looking at it with the naked eye, endless blood vapor is steaming, the building boat seems to be nothing, like a netherworld, on the deck, there are several figures standing in turn, there are men and women, roughly counting, there are seven people.