The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

After leaving the city, several people from the Black Evil Cult immediately took off.

Matthew followed far behind.

When several people flew to the edge of the island, they landed.

Matthew, on the other hand, hid directly in a white cloud.

Here, except for a few people from the Heisha Cult who just arrived.

Bingpo Zhenren is also here.

Judging from his appearance, he was obviously waiting for these people.

The distance was a bit far, and Matthew couldn't hear the sound transmission conversations of several people.

They didn't talk for long, though.

After a while, several people from the Black Evil Sect and Master Bingpo flew away from this place.

Matthew followed silently.

"Master Bingpo may have joined the Black Evil Cult, but I don't know what the purpose of their trip is."

Matthew, who was following behind, thought so in his mind.

He has made up his mind.

When you reach a remote place, take action immediately.

With Fu Hai Bai Yuan by his side, he was confident that he could keep everyone including Bing Po Zhenren.

After flying for half a month, Matthew had a strange look on his face.

"In the direction they are heading, there are no other islands except Baiwu Island. Are they planning to enter Baiwu Island?" After looking at the full picture, Matthew asked doubtfully.

If the first few people really want to enter Baiwu Island.

He was not in a hurry to take action.

Anyway, I have to enter Baiwu Island to find the last fragment of this place.

If so, you can go inside with a few people.

When the time comes, follow the marks to find Bingpo Zhenren.

Just as Matthew suspected.

The first few people were indeed flying in the direction of Baiwu Island.

More than a month has passed.

They finally arrived near Baiwu Island.

Just like Matthew knew.

The island is indeed surrounded by thick white fog.

With Baiwu Island as the center, within a radius of several hundred miles, except for a few of them, there was no living thing.

Just as Matthew was staring at Baiwu Island.

A string of black shadows appeared on the distant horizon.

Seeing this, Matthew immediately rose up.

It didn't take long for the group of black figures to arrive.

The leader is none other than the messenger of the Black Evil Cult, Mu Hai.

Behind him were dozens of members of the Black Evil Cult.

Half of them are Yuanying monks.

The rest are also in the late stage of elixir formation or the state of Dzogchen.

With such a lineup, almost no one in the Sea of ​​Prisoners except Tushen Temple can resist.

"Fellow Taoist Bingpo is really trustworthy. It's a little earlier than expected." After Mu Hai arrived, he said to Master Bingpo with a smile.

"It's not like you don't know about my situation. I am in urgent need of healing from the spiritual objects on the island." Master Bingpo said calmly.

"Then please help fellow Taoist to open the passage, and let's go in quickly." Mu Hai said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, Master Bingpo immediately nodded.

I saw him flying some distance towards Baiwu Island.

It stopped six or seven miles away from the island.

Then, Bingpo Zhenren made a quick seal with both hands.

Wisps of white mist began to appear on his body.

These mist quickly gathered around Bingpo Zhenren.

About two hours later.

The range of the mist is already fifty or sixty feet wide.

Suddenly, Master Bingpo shouted loudly.

He waved his hands vigorously in the direction of Baiwu Island.

Suddenly, all the mist around him rushed forward.

When the mist rolls.

Bingpo Zhenren's two-hand techniques are constantly changing.

And his body was getting closer to Baiwu Island.

When he came to be only thirty or forty feet away from Bai Wu.

Body meal.

The mist continues to extend forward.

When the aerosol comes into contact with the white mist.

Pieces of ice crystals immediately appeared on the white mist.

At this time, Bingpo Zhenren was swinging his hands rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, all the mist turned into a long ice road.

"go!"

After Bingpo Zhenren shouted something loudly, he stepped on the ice road and quickly slid towards the island.

Those people from the Black Evil Sect had been slowly approaching before Master Bingpo cast the spell.

Seeing that Master Bingpo was about to rush into the white mist.

These people didn't hesitate at all.

After releasing the body-protecting spiritual light, they flew to the ice road one by one.

Soon, all the Heisha Cultists here followed the ice path and entered inside.

The ice path immediately turned into white air and disappeared.

What they didn't know was that at the same time Bingpo Zhenren entered inside.

Another person followed quietly and entered inside.

A few days after this group of people entered Baiwu Island.

Another group of people came here.

The person who came was none other than the monks from the Temple of Massacre.

The leader is a burly man with a height of ten feet.

If Matthew were here, he would definitely recognize him.

This person is Xing Zhan, one of the four deputy hall masters of the Tushen Temple.

This is an extremely domineering body-building technique practiced by Xing Zhan.

His strength is unfathomable.

Ranked second among the four deputy palace masters.

"come out!"

After Xing Zhan arrived, he immediately roared loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a water column suddenly emerged from the sea below.

On top of this water column, stood an old man with a somewhat stooped figure.

"Old slave pays homage to Deputy Palace Master Xing."

When the water column rose in front of Xing Zhan, the old man immediately bowed and worshiped.

"What's the situation?" Xing Zhan said expressionlessly.

"A few days ago, a group of people from the Black Evil Sect, with the assistance of Master Bingpo, entered Baiwu Island."

The old man was originally arranged to observe Baiwu Island here, and now he naturally wanted to quickly report what he saw.

"How many people are there?" Xing Zhan continued to ask.

"The leader is Mu Hai, the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators are twenty, and the Alchemy Formation cultivators are forty." The old man said quickly.

Xing Zhan nodded slightly when he heard this, and after asking a few more questions, he waved for the old man to leave.