The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

"I admit that you are indeed very thoughtful, no worse than those old monsters. I thought my plan was perfect, but you still saw through it. I have nothing to say about this matter."

Meng Su's soul was suspended in the dark cave, emitting a faint light all over his body. His illusory face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, with deep regret and helplessness.

He was silent for a long time, as if trying to accept the cruel reality of failure, and then he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and low, as if it came from the abyss of time, with endless vicissitudes and loneliness, as if everything in the past disappeared with this failure.

Even though he had turned into a soul and was free from the heavy constraints of the entity, Meng Su's voice was still as hoarse as an old bellows, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the hoarse throat.

This hoarse voice seemed to be the deepest mark left by the years on him, and it seemed to condense his deep reluctance to this failure. The past glorious years and the present desolation formed a sharp contrast.

Matthew stood quietly in the same place, surrounded by the light emitted by the jade box, like a god.

Hearing Meng Su's words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a perfect arc, and a hint of playful light flashed in his eyes, just like a meteor across the night sky, with a little sarcasm. "It's not that I'm deep-minded, it's just that your acting is too 'good'."

As he said, he shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly relaxed and casual movements, but with an innate free and unrestrained.

The smile on his face was as warm as the warm spring sun, but under this smile, he hid his deep disdain for Meng Su's calculations.

Matthew knew in his heart that this contest with Meng Su was full of conspiracy and calculations from the beginning.

Recalling the initial contact with Meng Su, those seemingly enthusiastic guidance and help, in Matthew's eyes, were just a big net carefully woven by Meng Su, and every detail concealed an ulterior motive.

Every look and every word of Meng Su seemed flawless, but in fact they were all under Matthew's close scrutiny.

From the greedy eyes that Meng Su inadvertently revealed to those seemingly unintentional but deliberate guidance, Matthew keenly captured the abnormality in them.

And the ignorance and credulity he showed were just a trick, just waiting for this moment to give Meng Su a fatal blow.

And all this is really far from the previous Wu Kun.

Matthew had experienced what happened to Wu Kun, so how could he not be prepared for similar things.

From the beginning, he was full of vigilance against Meng Su, knowing that this guy would never give in so easily.

After saying that, Matthew's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his originally gentle eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife, as if they could penetrate all illusions.

The life and death order tightly held in his hand exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, and he gently tapped the floating Meng Su soul in the air.

This seemingly casual action contained a powerful force like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the entire cave seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and the space was distorted.

I saw black chains whistling out from the life and death order, and the chains flashed with cold light, like a group of agile pythons, quickly entwining towards Meng Su's soul, the speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

Those black chains exuded a bone-chilling cold breath, and wherever they went, the air seemed to be frozen in an instant, turning into a thin layer of frost.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of black chains were tightly bound to Meng Su's soul like a spider web.

Meng Su's soul began to struggle violently, and he twisted his body frantically, trying to get rid of the shackles of these chains, and his illusory hands kept waving, as if he wanted to grab the last straw to save his life.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the black chains seemed to have life, tightening and embedding deeply into his soul.

"You... What do you want!"

Meng Su's soul screamed in pain, and the sound echoed in the empty cave, shrill and desperate, as if it was a cry from the abyss of hell.

The sound kept reflecting and colliding between the stone walls of the cave, wave after wave, becoming more and more eerie and terrifying.

Matthew looked at the struggling Meng Su coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes, as if Meng Su in front of him was just an insignificant ant.

"You tried to plot against me, you should have expected this end."

His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force.

After that, Matthew raised his hand slightly, and gently clenched his five fingers in the air, controlling the life and death order, allowing the black chains to continue to tighten.

Under the torture of the chains, Meng Su's soul gradually dimmed. The soul that originally emitted a faint light now became like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

His screams became weaker and weaker, as if the breath of life was being drawn away bit by bit.

Matthew stood quietly by the side, like a statue, with a look of victory in his eyes.

He watched Meng Su's soul struggling in pain, without any fluctuations in his heart. He had been waiting for this battle for a long time, and now he finally won it completely.

"The box is indeed not filled with the Pure Spirit Liquid. There is only one portion of that thing, and I drank it a long time ago."

After a moment, the almost transparent Meng Su was tightly wrapped in black chains. He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Matthew, and said weakly.

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance and arrogance he had before, and was left with only endless weakness and fear. ,

Seeing that Matthew did not respond and just looked at him quietly, Meng Su's soul hesitated for a moment, as if he was making a final struggle, but finally continued: "The box contains the luck of Mangcang Treasure Pavilion, and it belongs to you now."

When saying this, Meng Su's soul seemed to have used up the last bit of strength, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

After saying this, Meng Su's soul shook slightly for a few times, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind, and could no longer maintain its own form.

Under the entanglement of the black chain, his soul gradually dissipated, turning into countless tiny points of light, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only an empty cave, as if he had never appeared.

Matthew slowly walked to the jade box, staring at the things in the box, which was the luck of Mangcang Treasure Pavilion.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and gently picked up this opportunity.

At the moment of touching, a powerful and mysterious force instantly surged into his body. His body trembled slightly, and a hint of surprise and shock flashed in his eyes.