The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

The Seven-Colored Treasure Scale Dragon and the Chameleon fought each other, and each of their attacks was full of strength.

Although the two sides were at the same level, the Seven-Colored Treasure Scale Dragon was far more ferocious and violent than the Chameleon.

Every attack of it seemed to crush the Chameleon completely.

However, the Chameleon was not completely defenseless.

Its tongue, that strange and flexible tongue, became its life-saving straw.

Whenever the Seven-Colored Treasure Scale Dragon launched an attack, the Chameleon would cleverly resolve it with its tongue, making its attack unable to exert its full power.

However, Matthew knew very well that the Chameleon's defeat was only a matter of time.

He did not pay too much attention to the Seven-Colored Treasure Scale Dragon.

The fierce battle between the Ghost Infant and the Old Huang Demon was even more intense.

The Ghost Infant once again turned into a ball of black mist, completely wrapping the Old Huang Demon in it.

In the black mist, the figure of the Ghost Infant was looming.

Matthew's eyes flashed with purple light, and his eyes penetrated the black mist and saw the situation inside clearly.

After a moment of hesitation, a small flame appeared in Matthew's palm.

He pressed his palm on the gray light that appeared on the stone beside him, and immediately a series of crackling sounds rang out, as crisp as firecrackers.

This was the sound of the fairy flame burning the gray light.

At this moment, a thin layer of frost had already attached to the gray light.

This was caused by the cold air carried by the fairy flame.

Although the frost was very thin, it was far from being comparable to ordinary frost.

It contained powerful power, as if it could freeze everything.

Matthew changed his palm into a fist and gently hit the frost on the surface of the gray light.

"Pah!"

This punch was not heavy, but after the gray light made a crisp sound, it turned into a large amount of powder along with the frost on it.

These powders floated in the air, flashing a faint light.

The fairy flame flashed at this moment and quickly swallowed all the powder.

After solving the gray light, Matthew punched the stone again.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the stone immediately turned into a large amount of gravel and splashed out in all directions.

Matthew reacted very quickly. Almost at the moment when the stone broke, his palm had already quickly grasped the purple fragment and held it in his hand.

With a flip of his wrist, the purple fragment disappeared in his hand.

When the stone was broken by Matthew, the faces of the chameleon and the old Huang demon in the black fog suddenly changed.

Their duty was to guard this place. Now that the stone was broken by Matthew, they were completely derelict in their duty.

They knew that even if Matthew did not kill TM, what kind of punishment would be waiting for them.

A feeling of despair enveloped the hearts of the two transformed monsters.

Their bodies began to tremble, and their eyes were full of fear.

After successfully collecting the fragments, Matthew flicked his finger, and a black rune flashed out.

Although the speed of this rune was not very fast, its surface exuded a creepy light.

When the rune sank into the black mist, it immediately disappeared.

Then, a dull hum came from the black mist.

Then a scream appeared.

The sound was extremely tragic and extremely unwilling, which made people shudder.

The black fog rolled a few times, then quickly shrank and finally disappeared without a trace.

When the fog dissipated, the ghost baby floated in the air panting, its face full of fatigue.

Under it, the head and body of Huang Lao Yao had been separated and lying on the ground, looking extremely desolate and miserable.

On the body of Huang Lao Yao, a black light flashed at this moment, and the mysterious rune appeared again. It floated out and flew back to Matthew's hand.

Matthew took the rune, and a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

The ghost baby looked at Matthew with fear, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down.

Slowly floating towards Matthew, in addition to fear, there was also a trace of awe in his eyes.

"Thank you for your help, Master!" The ghost baby bowed deeply to Matthew.

It knew that if Matthew had not released that strange rune to instantly imprison Huang Laoyao, it would definitely not be able to get rid of Huang Laoyao so easily.

The ghost baby called out "master" very calmly, without any hesitation or reluctance.

Because it knew that in the world of cultivating immortals, the strong are respected.

With the means that Matthew has shown so far, it is not too difficult for Matthew to solve it even if he does not use the restrictions in his body.

Especially the strange rune, which gave the ghost baby a feeling of fear.

For some reason, when the rune entered the black mist just now, the ghost baby suddenly had a fear of the rune from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if the rune was born to restrain it.

The ghost baby also saw the rune for the first time and had no idea what it was.

Matthew ignored the ghost baby and flashed to the side of Huang Laoyao's body.

He squatted down and reached out to grope the body for a while, and then found a yellow leather bag.

This is Huang Laoyao's natal demon bag, similar to a monk's storage bag.

Items can be stored in it.

He knew this from the memory of the Black Evil Sect monk.