The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Matthew had just finished sorting out the information about the sword-raising technique, when he suddenly felt dizzy, as if the whole world was turned upside down.

His body seemed to have lost control and was falling rapidly.

A large area of ​​dazzling purple light flashed in front of his eyes, dazzling him.

At this moment, the purple tripod appeared again.

It flashed with strange light and slowly floated in front of Matthew.

Then, the purple tripod turned into a stream of light and sank into Matthew's body.

Matthew's mind was shocked, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was still in the tree hole.

Everything that happened just now was like a fantastic dream.

But he knew in his heart that it was definitely not an illusion.

Because at this moment, his mind was already filled with detailed information about the sword-raising technique.

Recalling the sword that the mysterious man casually swung, its power still shocked Matthew.

That powerful and mysterious power was deeply imprinted in his memory, and he would never forget it.

Now that he had obtained the magical sword-raising technique, how could he not be looking forward to it.

Matthew secretly made up his mind to study this sword-raising technique carefully and master the secrets as soon as possible.

Perhaps one day, he would be able to perform such earth-shaking sword skills like that mysterious man.

However, when he carefully studied the specific content of the sword-raising technique, a helpless smile appeared on his face.

The difficulty of practicing this sword-raising technique is extraordinary, and it seems that only he has the qualifications to practice it.

To practice the sword-raising technique, the first condition is to own the purple tripod and become its owner.

At this point, Matthew was finally convinced.

The mysterious person must be one of the former owners of the purple tripod.

According to the content of the sword-raising technique, this person is a master of swordsmanship. After a long period of tempering and research, he created this unique secret, the sword-raising technique.

As the name implies, the sword-cultivation technique aims to cultivate a flying sword.

The first step in the sword-cultivation path is to carefully refine a high-quality sword embryo.

The quality of this sword embryo directly affects the power of the flying sword that is finally cultivated.

The sword-cultivation technique records in detail a variety of methods for refining sword embryos, but all of them are extremely complicated.

Many of the materials are probably difficult for Matthew to find in the human world.

In addition, he also needs to learn the formation.

Because he will need to arrange various formations in the flying sword to enhance the power of the flying sword in the future.

As for the other conditions, although they are also very complicated, he thinks they can be completed.

After staying in the tree hole for three days and thoroughly comprehending the sword-cultivation technique, he came out.

The sword-cultivation technique cannot be completed in a short time, and he can only keep this matter in his heart and see how his luck will be in the future.

It took him another five days to finally leave the forest.

The end of the forest was actually closely connected to a vast, boundless desert.

At first glance, this desert seemed to be nothing special, with golden sand everywhere, but when he stepped into it, he immediately felt a surging, hot and unbearable heat wave sweeping towards him like a tide.

In an instant, Matthew immediately released the Li Po Cold Flame.

As soon as the Li Po Cold Flame appeared, it immediately released the icy cold air and quickly wrapped his body tightly, turning it into a cold air shield.

As the cold breath spread, the originally unbearable heat wave gradually dissipated.

There are countless sand dunes and sandbags of various shapes and sizes scattered in the desert. They are like sleeping giants, standing quietly in this desolate land.

Occasionally, a sudden tornado will roar past in the distance, like a violent dragon soaring into the sky, but it disappears without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

The whole desert was filled with a strange atmosphere.

If it were normal, Matthew would definitely not come to such a place to take risks.

But in order to find the fragments, he had to go deep into the desert.

Because there were three fragments he needed in the desert.

The sand under Matthew's feet began to roll violently, as if stirred by an invisible force.

His body gradually lifted off the ground and slowly floated in the air.

He was secretly alert in his heart, suspecting that there might be some powerful monsters or insects hidden under this desert, and if he landed rashly, he might encounter an accident.

So he decided to stay suspended in order to better observe the surrounding environment.

But his feet had not left the sand for a foot, and his face changed slightly.

After a stalemate, his body fell again.

Matthew looked confused, raised his head and looked up at the sky,

Then, he tried to float his body again.

This time, he successfully floated to the previous height, but just as he was about to continue to rise, he stopped again.

After a stalemate for a while, he landed again.

Standing there thoughtfully, after some thought, he finally chose to walk forward honestly.

But the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.

There was no prohibition of flying here, so he should be able to fly freely.

But what surprised him was that every time he tried to get his feet off the ground, a strong sense of fear would surge up from deep in his heart.

This fear came for no reason, and even he himself could not explain it clearly.

He always felt that once he flew up, he would face great danger, as if there was an extremely dangerous existence lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to attack him.

This sudden and unexplained fear made Matthew feel extremely uneasy and confused.

Although he could not pinpoint the source of this feeling, based on his years of experience, he knew that such intuitions should not be easily ignored.

Matthew, who was confident in his intuition, would never dare to act rashly or take risks.

He concentrated all his energy and carefully moved along the road ahead, always keeping a high level of vigilance and carefully observing all the movements around him to deal with any possible dangerous situations.

When he was about to walk to a sandbag about ten feet high, his eyes suddenly locked on the sandbag and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, a purple light flashed, and the Hunyuan Wuchan Sword instantly appeared in his hand.

He held the hilt of the sword, raised the sword high, and then gently swung it towards the sandbag, with a clean and neat movement.

In an instant, the huge sandbag collapsed as if it could not withstand a single blow.

As the sandbags gradually scattered into a pile of golden sand and merged into the sand under his feet, a corpse in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

There was a storage bag hanging on the body of the corpse.

With just a glance, Matthew immediately recognized the true identity of the corpse.

This person was undoubtedly a member of the Black Evil Cult.