The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

In the smooth mirror, there is an extremely spacious room.

In this huge space, there stands a magnificent altar.

This altar is like a towering mountain, towering into the clouds, giving people a sense of solemnity.

However, at this moment, there are a large number of figures lying on this altar.

A closer look shows that these people are all from the Mangcang tribe. They lie there quietly, as if they are asleep.

Not only that, even the people led by Matthew, without exception, all lie on the altar.

Everyone closed their eyes and their faces were as pale as paper, making it difficult to tell whether they are alive or dead.

In the center of the altar, the patriarch was sitting there, holding a small and exquisite flag tightly in his hand.

As he waved his arm, the flag drew mysterious tracks in the air, as if it contained some profound power and law.

And on the periphery of the altar, there was a lonely figure standing quietly.

This person is Sun Wang. He holds a compass that looks very old in one hand, and the other hand quickly moves the compass surface.

Every time the fingertips touch the compass, a series of subtle flashes of light will be triggered, as if foreshadowing something important is about to happen.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong! I have always believed that the patriarch wanted to lead all of us to break the damn forbidden spell together, but until this moment, after seeing the situation in the mirror with my own eyes, I just woke up from a dream. It turns out that he actually wanted to escape from this Dengtian Ling Island alone!"

Elder Jin stared at everything in the mirror, his face full of regret and despair, and he kept muttering to himself.

Obviously, he already knew what the patriarch was doing at the moment.

"Master, please have mercy! I, Jin, would not hesitate to die, but what crime have those innocent people committed? Please help quickly and save them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Jin kowtowed to the old man Zi Ding and begged.

At this time, Matthew, who was standing aside, was not as nervous and flustered as Elder Jin.

After all, since the old man Zi Ding chose to show such a picture to the two of them, it means that at least for now, the lives of these people should be safe.

However, there was always a question in Matthew's mind that puzzled him.

The speed of the chief's action was beyond imagination.

It didn't take long for Matthew to leave the square and appear here. Matthew was also silently estimating the time in his heart.

But in such a short time, even Xing Yan and Yue Ru were captured in such a short time.

This result really made him feel incredible and unbelievable.

"That place is full of layers of restrictions. Even if we can force our way in, I'm afraid the ceremony will have already ended. So the most urgent thing is to remove all the restrictions here first, and then I will personally deal with this matter."

The old man in the purple tripod said slowly with a solemn face.

Just as his voice just fell, the purple silk threads that were originally tightly wrapped around Elder Jin's body like snakes seemed to be pulled by some indescribable mysterious power in an instant, and quickly dissipated at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

After regaining his freedom, Elder Jin secretly rejoiced in his heart, but he did not dare to hesitate at all.

He suddenly raised his right hand and slapped his chest hard with all his strength.

In an instant, a dull bang was heard, and then a dazzling and extremely bright golden ball of light was seen, like a meteor that streaked through the night sky, and it was ejected rapidly from his open mouth with unparalleled momentum.

The golden ball of light flashed with dazzling light, and its speed was as fast as lightning, and it was about to fall steadily into the hands of Elder Jin who was already ready to take it.

However, at this moment, the old man Zi Ding, who had been standing not far away and watching coldly, suddenly made a move.

His face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he stretched out a broad and thick palm without hesitation.

As his palm stretched out, an incomparably powerful and terrifying suction suddenly gushed out from the palm of his hand.

This suction was like an invisible huge vortex, producing an extremely amazing attraction.

In the blink of an eye, the golden ball of light that was originally rushing like lightning seemed to be attracted by an extremely strong magnetic force.

It was like a flying bird that had lost its free will, and it deviated from its original flight path involuntarily, rushing straight to the direction where the old man Zi Ding was at an astonishing speed.

This sudden change was so rapid and strange that Matthew, who had been concentrating on observing, could not help but be stunned.

Matthew's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were almost popping out of his eye sockets, and his face was full of astonishment and disbelief.

It was obvious that in the face of everything that happened in front of him, he could not understand why the old man Zi Ding took such an unexpected action in a short time.

Not only was Matthew extremely surprised, but even the elder Jin looked at a loss at this moment.

He stood there blankly, his eyes revealing confusion and bewilderment, obviously having no idea what the old man Ziding was doing.

However, the old man Ziding turned a blind eye to the reactions of the two. He held the golden light ball tightly and squeezed it with all his strength without hesitation.

In an instant, there was a crisp "crack" sound, as crisp and piercing as the cracking of an eggshell.

Shockingly, the seemingly indestructible golden light ball actually exploded directly in his hand!

As the golden light ball exploded, a dazzling light burst out instantly, illuminating the entire space.

At the same time, Elder Jin's face suddenly turned as pale as paper, his body trembled violently, and then a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth, forming a shocking blood column.

"Master..."

Elder Jin stared at the old man Ziding with an almost desperate look, his voice hoarse and weak, as if every word was squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

He still couldn't understand why the old man Zi Ding crushed the golden ball of light at this time when he had clearly promised him to rescue those tribesmen.