The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

At first, Na Luo did not notice the potential danger, and was completely immersed in the delicious delicacy that was about to be obtained.

It stretched its wings and flew towards the fruit with a nimble posture.

However, in just a moment, its keen intuition made it aware of the abnormality around it.

The surge of fog became more and more strange, and the originally quiet forest seemed to be stirred by an invisible big hand, faintly exuding an uneasy atmosphere.

But at this time, Na Luo was already like an arrow from a bow, rushing towards the target at high speed. It was undoubtedly a foolish dream to want it to give up the coveted pink fruit halfway.

At this critical moment, Na Luo was fully focused, and a layer of dazzling pink light suddenly lit up on his body, like the dawn that penetrated the clouds at dawn. As the light flowed, its speed instantly soared, like a pink lightning streaking through the thick fog.

In the blink of an eye, its hoof was about to touch the delicate skin of the fruit.

But danger always comes at the most unexpected moment.

Just as Na Luo opened his mouth, impatiently preparing to bite the fruit and enjoy this rare delicacy, the deep silent fog suddenly moved.

In an instant, a dazzling white beam of light shot out from the surging fog like a sharp sword, carrying a sharp momentum.

The beam was as fast as a startled bird. Almost at the moment of its appearance, it had crossed the heavy fog and rushed straight to Na Luo's face.

Na Luo, who was unprepared, opened his mouth wide at this moment. Before he could make even the slightest evasive action, he was hit hard by the white beam.

A loud "bang" sounded, as if thunder exploded in the mountains and forests.

Fortunately, the pink light released by Na Luo at the critical moment played a miraculous effect. The light was like a tough shield, violently colliding with the white beam, stirring up circles of energy ripples visible to the naked eye.

Under this powerful impact, Na Luo was involuntarily blown away, like a kite with a broken string, but fortunately, he did not suffer any substantial damage.

Matthew, who had been paying close attention to everything, reacted very quickly.

He flashed and rushed out like a ghost, and quickly caught Na Luo who was flying back and held him tightly in his arms.

Matthew gently stroked Na Luo's slightly trembling body and whispered to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Na Luo's eyes flashed with a trace of fear after surviving the disaster, and then he regained his former agility and chirped at Matthew a few times, as if to express gratitude.

At this time, the surrounding fog was like a thick curtain, covering everything, and it lasted for a long time.

And the pink fruit was like the brightest star in the night sky, emitting an attractive luster under the faint light.

However, behind the seemingly charming scene, there are actually endless crises, because the danger has not really gone away.

Matthew hugged Na Luo tightly in his arms, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, and he scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Every subtle movement, every strange breath could not escape his perception.

As Matthew hugged Na Luo tightly and observed the surroundings with full concentration, the originally seemingly calm mist was like a ignited gunpowder barrel, and instantly set off a violent rolling like a stormy wave.

The scene was like an invisible and powerful giant hand, stirring up the mysterious mist wantonly.

Then, a creepy and heart-pounding whistle suddenly sounded, and the sound seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with endless gloom and horror.

In this chilling whistle, the mist condensed rapidly at an incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, a white giant python with a body of dozens of feet long emerged out of thin air. Its body was so big that it was like a towering mountain, standing between Matthew and the pink fruit.

Although Matthew witnessed the whole process of the white python transforming from mist, when it really showed its huge body in its entirety and momentum, the shocking sense of oppression still made Matthew's heart sink suddenly.

Looking closely at the white python, its sturdy body seemed to be cast from the hardest steel and indestructible. The layers of scales on its body were like carefully crafted armor, closely connected.

Under the refraction of the dim light, the scales flashed with a cold light, just like countless pairs of peeping eyes, which was chilling.

Such a realistic form made people feel in a trance that this was not a monster transformed from mist, but a real terrifying beast that came from the ancient wilderness.

What was even more frightening was that the white python opened its bloody mouth that could swallow a whole person, and in an instant, thick white mists gushed out like a surging tide.

These mists seemed to be given life, twisting and circling in the air, just like a group of agile and aggressive little snakes, spreading wantonly in all directions.

As soon as the white python appeared, it locked its target on Matthew.

It raised its head high, opened its big mouth with interlaced fangs and flashing cold light at Matthew, and let out a deafening roar.

The sound was like thunder, with the momentum of a tidal wave, rolling in, shaking Matthew's eardrums, and the whole forest seemed to tremble in this roar.

However, at this critical moment, the Heavenly Punishment Sword that had been quietly staying beside Matthew seemed to feel the crisis of its master, and suddenly trembled slightly.

Then, a clear and pleasant yet majestic sword sound rang out, like the sound of nature playing in this tense and depressing atmosphere.

The blade of the Heavenly Punishment Sword shone brightly, and instantly turned into a dazzling purple lightning, rushing towards the white python at a speed beyond human cognition like an arrow from a bow.

The speed of the Heavenly Punishment Sword was extremely fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, it crossed the distance between the two and rushed in front of the white python.

For a moment, the whole space seemed to be injected with an extremely powerful force. The sword light was shining and the purple air was everywhere.

The purple light was like a vast galaxy, reflecting the dim mountains and forests like daylight.

The purple light suddenly lit up, just as dazzling as the sun bursting, and at the same time, a deafening thunder sounded.

Countless purple arcs emerged from the purple light like mushrooms after rain, and instantly wrapped the white python tightly with a lightning speed.

These arcs were like smart purple snakes, wandering wildly on the body of the white python, making a sizzling sound wherever they went.

In just a moment, the purple arc spread to the whole body of the white python.

Under the impact of this powerful electric current, the scales on the white python could no longer bear it and broke apart one after another, making a crisp shattering sound.

The huge body of the white python twisted wildly in pain, and it struggled desperately, trying to get rid of this purgatory-like torture.

However, everything was in vain. After struggling for a few times, its huge body gradually became illusory and finally turned into white mist again.

But the attack of the Heavenly Punishment Sword did not stop there.

It was seen flying quickly in the air. Every time it flew away, accompanied by the dancing of the sword, a large amount of violent sword energy was released from the sword body like surging waves.

Wherever these sword energies went, the air was stirred wildly, forming a powerful gust of wind.

The whistling wind, like an angry beast, ruthlessly blew away all the white mist that was diffused around.

In the blink of an eye, the mountains and forests that were originally shrouded in fog gradually became clear.