The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

After the Confucian scholar finished speaking, Chen Wannian did not go in immediately.

Instead, he took out a half-foot-long sandalwood stick from the storage bag.

After lighting this incense, wisps of grayish-white air float out.

"Soul-soothing incense!"

When Matthew smelled the gray air, his eyes showed surprise.

"Fellow Taoist Wannian is such a good trick. He was able to obtain such a long-lasting soul-soothing incense."

After taking a few glances at the Changxiang in Chen Wannian's hand, the Confucian scholar also sighed with emotion.

At the same time, there was also a little envy in his eyes.

There is only a pitiful amount of stuff in his storage bag now.

But how could he know that the instigator was standing beside them and watching them silently?

"The yin energy in this cave is extremely strong. In order to prevent the soul from being eroded by the yin energy, I spent a lot of money to buy this soul-soothing incense."

Chen Wannian chuckled, and after finishing speaking, he walked inside holding the soul-suppressing incense.

Just like Chen Wannian said.

Inside the cave and outside the cave are completely different environments.

I don't feel much outside the cave.

After entering, Matthew immediately discovered that the yin energy inside was extremely strong.

But being in such a place, not only did he not feel the slightest discomfort.

The body also automatically absorbs the surrounding yin energy.

This has something to do with his practice of Jade Toad Kung Fu.

In addition, this is also the effect produced by the Heaven-Building Pill after he refined it.

Now even if he doesn't cultivate deliberately, his body is absorbing the spiritual energy of the world all around him all the time.

It’s just that the effect is not as good as meditating.

Matthew was very open-minded about this.

Due to his poor qualifications, even if he takes the Heaven-Building Pill, the speed at which he can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is equivalent to that of a normal four or five spiritual root monk.

Being able to slowly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth when he is not practicing can save him a lot of time over time.

The cave was very large inside. After Matthew followed behind and entered, he began to secretly observe the environment inside.

Judging from the chaotic appearance of the surrounding rock walls, it does not look like they were dug out by humans.

After entering, the faces of the two people in front of them showed nervousness unconsciously.

Their respective natal magic weapons were also summoned early.

"Woo~"

Suddenly, a strange whimpering sound sounded in the quiet cave.

The two people, who were already a little nervous, immediately stood back to back and observed the surrounding situation after hearing the sound.

The sound appeared too abruptly and lasted only a short time.

The two of them didn't even capture where the sound came from.

However, Matthew kept his eyes on a rock wall on the left.

The sound just now came from here.

"Fellow Taoist Wannian, there must be some kind of ghost here." The Confucian scholar took a deep breath and whispered.

"As cultivators, are we still afraid of those filthy things?"

Although Chen Wannian was a little nervous in his heart, his mouth was very tough.

After he finished speaking, he patted the storage bag.

A small brass bell appeared in his hand.

Shaking the small clock gently, a pale yellow halo appeared, covering the two of them.

"With my Yellow Dragon Bell here, even if there are evil spirits, they won't dare to get close."

After Chen Wannian finished speaking confidently, he continued walking forward.

Although the Confucian scholar was still a little worried, he followed Chen Wannian closely.

Apart from a natal magic weapon, he has no other means of protection.

As we continued walking forward for a while, the whimpering sound became more and more frequent.

Listening to this sound for a long time will make people feel irritable.

Even Matthew needed to cast a calming spell to get rid of the rising irritability in his heart.

Not to mention meeting two monks who were far inferior to him in advance.

The weakest Confucian scholar among them would often have a look of anxiety on his face at this moment.

But he suppressed it forcefully.

On the contrary, Chen Wannian's expression was quite calm. I wonder if it was because he owned the Yellow Dragon Bell.

After walking for a while, a ghost that looked like a tiger demon suddenly emerged from the rock wall beside the two of them.

As soon as this ghost appeared, a pair of tiger claws grabbed at the two of them.

However, when the tiger's claws came into contact with the yellow halo emitted by the Huanglong Bell, the tiger's claws immediately turned into dots of light and dissipated.

Chen Wannian flicked his finger and a fireball shot out.

The ghost that lost its tiger claw was defeated.

As soon as this ghost was eliminated, another wolf-shaped ghost rushed out.

It's just that these two ghosts are very weak.

It was easily solved by Chen Wannian.

Just when the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Ghosts began to emerge from the surrounding rock walls.

After some of the humanoid ghosts appeared, louder whimpering sounds came out from their mouths.

It was obvious that all the previous sounds were made by these ghosts.

These ghosts are not very powerful.

But the victory lies in having enough numbers.

The two of them were surrounded by ghosts, and they were constantly casting spells to attack the ghosts.

The more Yinhuns kill, the more they kill. Even if the two of them are capable of forming pills, it will be too much for them after a long time.

Seeing this, Matthew shook his head slightly.

With a wave of his hand, a strong wind appeared.

All ghosts blown by the strong wind will turn into nothingness in an instant.