The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

That mysterious purple figure is naturally the old man Ziding.

When Matthew stepped inside the pagoda, the dim purple light that suddenly shot out from the soles of his feet was none other than the old man from the Purple Cauldron.

Because of this, Matthew was able to behave so calmly. When facing Elder Jin, he could calmly listen to the other party talking a lot of nonsense without any reaction.

In fact, everything he did was to buy time for the old man Ziding, so that the old man Ziding could successfully complete the things at hand.

At this moment, with the appearance of the old man Ziding, Matthew knew that he no longer needed to intervene too much. He only needed to stand quietly aside, like a bystander, leisurely enjoying the wonderful drama that was about to be staged.

"You're looking for me?"

The old man from Ziding was seen standing with his hands behind his back, staring at Elder Jin who was trembling like chaff in front of him with burning eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked again.

At this time, Elder Jin's face was as pale as paper, big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably. There was no trace of the majesty he had when he spoke loudly before.

"Elder Jin, weren't you talking very enthusiastically just now? Why are you mute now?"

Seeing this, a joking smile appeared at the corner of Matthew's mouth, and he continued: "Now that my master has come out, you should hurry up and finish what you want to say! Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, my master actually woke up early in the morning He just followed me to this island. It’s just that the old man has been hiding. His purpose is nothing more than to see what the Mang Cang tribe has become now.”

However, in the face of Matthew's cynicism, Elder Jin still tightened his lips and said nothing, as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, as if he wanted to deliberately irritate the other party, Matthew grinned, showing his big white teeth, and said with a triumphant smile: "Haha, it seems that Elder Jin was too scared to say anything!"

Sure enough, after hearing Matthew's words, Elder Jin, who was already on the verge of collapse, finally couldn't hold on anymore, his legs softened, and he knelt down in front of the old man Ziding with a "plop".

Immediately afterwards, his originally taut body suddenly seemed to have had all its supporting frames taken away, and his whole body quickly deflated like a deflated rubber ball.

The previously straight spine, hard muscles, and powerful limbs seemed to have lost their vitality and vitality at this moment, and instantly became limp and weak.

Accompanied by this sudden feeling of collapse, he could no longer maintain his standing posture and collapsed heavily to the ground without any image at all.

At this moment, he was just like a puddle of mud that had completely lost its shape and structure. He was lying there in a state of disgrace, without any hint of the majesty he had before.

Elder Jin, who was not far away, had actually never seen this mysterious old man from Ziding with his own eyes.

. However, an ancient portrait carefully drawn by the ancestors of the Mang Cang tribe remains on this island.

When Elder Jin's eyes touched the old man Ziding in front of him, he already knew that the old man Ziding was almost exactly the same as the character in the portrait.

Even after so many years, the appearance of the old man Ziding still has not changed.

Therefore, Elder Jin could conclude without hesitation that the old man standing in front of him was undoubtedly the old master of the Mang Cang tribe.

Although the old man Ziding didn't make any substantive moves from beginning to end, he even just stood there quietly, staring at him with a seemingly indifferent look.

However, during this brief moment of looking at each other, Elder Jin had already deeply felt an unprecedented pressure.

The pressure was like an extremely heavy mountain, pressing heavily on his heart, making him breathless.

What is even more frightening is that with the appearance of the old man Ziding, Elder Jin was surprised to find that the magic power in his body that was originally flowing freely became abnormally stagnant in an instant, as if it was frozen. No matter how hard he tried, Even if it is mobilized, it is difficult to make it flow smoothly again.

Faced with such a dilemma, Elder Jin finally realized how absurd and ridiculous the so-called "clever plans" he had carefully planned now seemed.

Putting aside other aspects for the time being, the strong sense of oppression brought about by the mere appearance of the old man Ziding was enough to make him fearful and discouraged.

After all, even the magic power that he relies on most has lost its effect in an instant. How can he hope to contend with such an unfathomable and powerful enemy?

"You're looking for me?"

Faced with the embarrassing predicament that Elder Jin was in, the old man from Ziding acted indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Just like that, the same words came out of his mouth for the third time.

However, just as the words fell this time, Elder Jin, who was lying on the ground in a miserable state, suddenly seemed to be violently hit by an invisible and huge force, and his whole body couldn't help but move toward him. Then flew out upside down.

Its speed is simply jaw-dropping.

With a dull loud noise, Elder Jin's body hit the layer of purple light that had been surrounding them.

At the same time, when Elder Jin's body came into contact with the purple light, a large number of slender and dense purple silk threads rushed out of the light like countless wriggling worms.

These purple threads swept towards Elder Jin at lightning speed and tightly wrapped around his body.

In that instant, a jaw-dropping scene occurred.

Elder Jin was instantly entangled by the dense purple silk threads that surged like a tide.

He seemed to be caught by an invisible giant hand, unable to break free at all. The whole person was firmly trapped in the same place, and it was difficult to move even a finger. It was just like a tightly tied up zongzi.

"Master, spare my life! I came to find the young master this time, not with the intention of harming him, but there is really something very important that needs to be told to the young master in person!"

Seeing that his body was bound by this strange and powerful purple silk thread, Elder Jin's originally confused head seemed to become much clearer at this moment.

He was anxious and hurriedly shouted loudly, his voice full of fear and pleading.

However, at this moment, the situation became more and more critical.

The large amount of purple silk threads not only bound Elder Jin tighter, but also began to slowly drill into his body.

The silk threads were like a group of extremely agile little snakes, twisting their bodies and invading Elder Jin's flesh and blood bit by bit at an extremely slow but unwavering speed.

If this continues, it will not take long before these silk threads will completely drill into the depths of his body. By then, even if Elder Jin has thousands of words to say, he will probably have no chance to speak.