The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Matthew walked inside, pinching his hands to make a spell.

Strands of golden gas emanated from his body.

After these golden gases dispersed, they immediately turned into golden lights.

Suddenly, the originally dark cave was shining with golden light.

This golden light continued to extend inside.

Soon, everything including the altar turned golden.

When Matthew entered, he saw that the Rakshasa ghost was sitting on the altar at this moment.

Its only remaining arm was pressing on the altar at this moment.

After Matthew came in, the Rakshasa ghost roared.

Then, a cold air suddenly emerged around.

However, Matthew was not afraid of this at all.

After the silver light on his body, he actually absorbed the cold air directly and quickly.

The Rakshasa ghost didn't know that Matthew was absorbing the cold air at this moment.

Seeing Matthew wrapped in the cold air, it continued to cast spells.

A steady stream of cold and gloomy air came from all directions, wrapping Matthew tightly.

As the cold and gloomy air continued to emerge, the body of the Rakshasa ghost became even drier and flatter.

The skin shrank tightly, and even the bones inside were exposed.

While Matthew absorbed the surrounding Yinhun Qi, he was also a little confused.

Although this Rakshasa ghost was the same as the rumors.

But the strength did not seem to be as terrifying as described in the book.

However, he also knew.

If he was still in the Jindan stage and encountered this Rakshasa ghost, he would definitely have to run for his life.

Releasing the cold and gloomy air was also a great consumption for the Rakshasa ghost.

After a while, it stopped casting spells.

After standing up from the altar, gray light flowed on the Rakshasa ghost.

The half arm that was cut off also grew back under the nourishment of the gray light.

After a few glances, Matthew was a little confused.

"It seems that each Rakshasa ghost has different abilities. This one should be better at repairing its body."

Thinking so in his heart, Matthew waved his arm, and the Golden Crow Burning Heaven Sword appeared again with a whistling sound.

Seeing this, the Rakshasa ghost, who had just repaired his injured arm, no longer dared to take on the Golden Crow Burning Heaven Sword.

He hurriedly left the altar and kept dodging around the cave.

While running, he continued to release wisps of gray air from his body.

Suddenly, the cold air surrounding Matthew rolled.

Then, a black and gray afterimage appeared.

Matthew narrowed his eyes, and before he could see the afterimage clearly.

A palm suddenly stretched out from the cold air.

Just when the palm was about to touch Matthew's body.

Six-color light suddenly lit up on his body, and then, a piece of armor that looked a bit thick appeared.

When the palm touched the armor, a large number of bone spurs drilled out of the armor, directly piercing the palm with holes.

At this time, the afterimage also attacked from the front of Matthew.

"Bang!"

The afterimage hit the armor heavily.

Not only did it knock Matthew away, but it also shattered some bone spurs.

Matthew, who was retreating, twisted his body and reached out to grab the arm behind him.

He pulled hard and tore his arm off.

The torn arm immediately turned into a wisp of cold air and drifted away from Matthew's hand.

Then, Matthew's body suddenly lit up with silver light.

A huge toad phantom appeared above his head.

This toad phantom was much more solid than the one he had used before, and it was infinitely close to the substance.

After appearing, the toad phantom opened its mouth and a suction force came out.

The cold air surrounding Matthew was sucked into the belly of the toad phantom in an instant.

At this time, the afterimage that had just attacked him appeared again.

But before the afterimage appeared in front of Matthew.

The toad phantom opened its mouth and shot out a silver light.

The speed of this silver light was faster than the afterimage.

It was the last to arrive.

When the silver light hit the afterimage.

The silver light rolled up and dragged the afterimage into the belly of the toad phantom.

The silver light just now was the tongue of the toad phantom.

And what was rolled into the belly was a black and gray stick.

After losing the stick, the face of the Rakshasa ghost changed drastically.

After shaking off the pursuing Golden Crow Burning Heaven Sword, he ran towards the altar.

Matthew had already discovered that something was wrong with the altar.

When the Rakshasa ghost ran towards the altar, the toad phantom opened its mouth again.

The silver light shot out again.

The speed of the silver light was too fast, and before the Rakshasa ghost could get close.

The silver light had already rolled around it.

With a strong pull, the Rakshasa ghost flew towards Matthew uncontrollably.

When the Rakshasa ghost was rolled up and flew to Matthew's side.

The Golden Crow Burning Heaven Sword also appeared in a flash.

Cut the Rakshasa ghost's neck.

The ghost's head rolled to the ground.

Matthew did not destroy the body and head of the Rakshasa ghost immediately.

Instead, he just watched silently.

The body without the head instantly lost its ability to move, allowing the toad shadow to roll it.

The head that fell to the ground was slowly rolling.

Every time it rolled, gray gas came out of the wound.

It took only a dozen breaths.

Under Matthew's gaze, the head flew back to the body.

The wound flashed with gray light, and the Rakshasa ghost regained its ability to move.

"Immortal body?" Matthew reached out and touched his chin and muttered to himself.

Then, the Golden Crow Burning Heaven Sword cut off the Rakshasa ghost's head again.