The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Matthew bit his lower lip tightly, his teeth trembling slightly due to the force, and the color of his lower lip gradually turned white, as if covered by frost.

As time went by, the pressure continued to rise, and a trace of bright red blood slowly seeped out, which was particularly dazzling against the pale lips.

At this moment, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, just like a sharp lightning flashing in the cold night.

He took a deep breath, his chest was like a skin bag filled with wind, and then he continued to increase the output of mana without hesitation.

The mana in his body was like a surging river, constantly converging towards his arms, and then injected into the life and death order in his hand through his arms.

The life and death order was nourished by powerful mana, and the light became more and more dazzling.

The light was like the brightest star in the night sky, not only illuminating the entire dark cave, but also making everything around it seem small and insignificant.

The strong light was like countless sharp blades, penetrating every dark corner in the cave, exposing all the subtle details that were originally hidden in the darkness.

The stone walls in the cave, under the reflection of the light, seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliant clothes, shining brightly.

The textures on the stone walls formed by years of erosion, now presented a series of mysterious and magnificent paintings under the outline of the light.

The stalactites hanging on the top of the cave, their shadows swaying on the cave walls, like a group of smart dancers, performing their own dance on the stage of light.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and every breath was infinitely stretched, seeming extremely long.

Matthew was fully focused, and his whole world seemed to be left with only the life and death order in his hand and the restriction that imprisoned the jade box in front of him.

His body and mind were highly concentrated, and all his strength was gathered in his arms, as if all the energy and spirit of the whole body were compressed into this small arm, and continuously injected into the life and death order.

The beads of sweat as big as beans oozed from his forehead densely, like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the morning.

These beads of sweat slid down his resolute cheeks, and the moment they dripped onto the ground, they evaporated instantly due to the high temperature and powerful fluctuations of mana, turning into wisps of empty water vapor and disappearing without a trace.

Finally, with Matthew's almost crazy and unremitting efforts, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, the restriction that had imprisoned the jade box for a long time completely disintegrated like fragile glass.

This cracking sound continued to echo in the cave, like a horn of victory, announcing Matthew's success.

The sound reflected back and forth between the stone walls of the cave, one wave after another, getting louder and louder.

After the restriction disappeared, the jade box slowly opened.

Its movements were gentle and slow.

As the jade box opened, a dazzling light shot out from the box, and the light was like a lightning that cut through the night sky, instantly illuminating every inch of the entire cave.

Wherever the light reached, everything became clear and visible.

The cave, which originally looked gloomy and terrifying in the dark, was now full of vitality and light.

Matthew's eyes also reflected this dazzling light, and his eyes flashed with excitement and expectation.

However, at this critical moment when victory seemed to be in sight, something unexpected happened. The Qinglong bracelet on his wrist moved slightly without any warning, and this slight movement seemed particularly abrupt in this silent cave.

Then, a purple-black light shot out from the Qinglong bracelet like an arrow, carrying a gloomy breath, and went straight to the jade box.

Seeing this scene, Matthew not only did not feel any surprise, but a sneer slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the sneer, as if he was mocking the other party's overestimation.

His eyes revealed a kind of confidence that he had already seen through everything, as if he had guessed that such a thing would happen.

It turned out that in the various contacts with Meng Su before, Matthew had noticed the other party's ill intentions.

Meng Su seemed to be enthusiastically guiding him here to help him unlock the ban, but Matthew deduced from some subtle clues and Meng Su's occasional strange expression that Meng Su would definitely take action to snatch the treasure at a critical moment.

At the moment when the purple-black light shot out, Matthew's reaction was as fast as lightning.

The life and death order in his hand was instantly reversed as if it was given life, and the dead side was accurately turned to the direction of the jade box.

At the same time, he snorted coldly. This cold snort was like a sharp sword energy, vibrating in the air.

At the moment the cold snort sounded, a scream immediately came from the purple-black light.

This scream was shrill and painful, as if it was a desperate cry from the Nine Nether Hell.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp "Baji" sound rang out, as if it was the sound of an object falling to the ground.

I saw a pool of mud falling on the ground. The location where the mud fell was less than ten feet away from the jade box, and it almost touched the precious jade box.

After the mud fell to the ground, an old face immediately emerged on the surface, it was Meng Su.

At this moment, Meng Su's face was distorted, and his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

He never thought that everything he had carefully planned would be so easily seen through and cracked by Matthew.

Matthew looked at Meng Su on the ground, without any mercy in his eyes.

"Meng Su, you have calculated everything, but you underestimated my wisdom. From the beginning, I have been on guard against you."

Matthew said coldly with a sharp gaze, as if his eyes could penetrate Meng Su's soul, making people feel cold.

Meng Su's body was gradually dissipating under the powerful force of the Death Order. He struggled hard, and some unclear sounds came out of his throat, as if he was trying to explain, or as if he was roaring unwillingly.

But it was all in vain. His body turned into a wisp of green smoke, slowly dissipated, and finally disappeared in this dim cave.

However, just when everyone thought that the fight was over, something unexpected happened again.

Where the green smoke dissipated, a strange wave appeared again, and then Meng Su's soul slowly emerged.

His soul seemed a little illusory, but it still revealed a greed and unwillingness.

Seeing this scene, Matthew raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and the smile was full of ridicule and disdain.

He slowly shook the mysterious Life and Death Order in his hand, and his eyes shot straight at Meng Su's soul like a sharp sword.

"You have deliberately led me here just for the things in the box. I don't think the box contains any pure divine liquid."

Matthew looked at Meng Su's soul, and said with an unquestionable certainty in his tone, and sneered again.

Recalling the various contacts with Meng Su before, Matthew sighed in his heart.

He noticed from the beginning that there was an unknown purpose behind Meng Su's enthusiasm.

Every word of Meng Su seemed inadvertent, but Matthew keenly captured the strangeness in it.

In order to prevent Meng Su from noticing his suspicion, Matthew cleverly disguised himself and pretended to believe in Meng Su's guidance. All the caution and curiosity he showed were to make Meng Su lower his vigilance against him.

Now it seems that his plan has succeeded.

Meng Su did not see through his disguise until the end, and now, facing Meng Su's soul, Matthew has an absolute upper hand.

Under Matthew's gaze, Meng Su's soul trembled slightly, as if he felt deep fear under the deterrence of the life and death order.

But even so, his greedy eyes remained unchanged. He stared at the opened jade box, as if he was still making his last struggle.