The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Everyone here has their own thoughts and did not notice Cui'er's little move.

With the life-saving talisman given by the old man surnamed He, Matthew felt more at ease.

However, judging from the old man surnamed He's move, he was also worried about the road ahead.

Entering the fork in the road leading to the teleportation array, Cui'er groaned softly.

"What's wrong?" Matthew was the closest and immediately noticed Cui'er's abnormality and asked.

"Nothing, I just suddenly felt a little cold." Cui'er shook her head and said.

"Cui'er is a body of heavenly yin, and is a little sensitive to yin and filthy things. You two should be careful. Once there is a force majeure danger, use the shrinking talisman to escape immediately." After Cui'er finished speaking, the voice of the old man surnamed He sounded in her and Matthew's minds at the same time.

When the old man said this, his tone had become extremely solemn.

After listening to the words of the old man surnamed He, Matthew couldn't help but take a closer look at Cui'er beside him.

He didn't know what the Heavenly Yin Body was, but the phrase "dirty things are a bit sensitive" made Matthew remember it deeply.

"I am the only one who knows that Cui'er is a Heavenly Yin Body. It is impossible to detect it without special methods. You two must be more careful." The old man surnamed He really cared about this apprentice and continued to add one more sentence.

Except for the old man surnamed He, no one else cared about Cui'er's words, and didn't even look at this side.

This fork in the road is still a bit long, and no one in the group spoke after that.

The atmosphere gradually became a bit weird.

When everyone was rushing on their own thoughts, suddenly, a violent gust of wind blew from behind them.

This gust of wind appeared without any signs, and it was extremely strong.

Everyone, including Matthew, was blown all over the place by this gust of wind.

The people who had nowhere to hide were blown out of the fork in the road by the strong wind.

Matthew originally wanted to struggle and adjust his falling posture.

But Cui'er hugged him tightly, so he had to fall to the ground on his back.

After falling to the ground, he was already injured, and rolled more than ten times before hitting the hard rock wall and stopped.

After stopping, Matthew and Cui'er both lost consciousness.

The people blown out by the strong wind fell to the ground, and no one could get up.

It can be seen how powerful the strong wind just now was.

Zhu Que had the highest cultivation level and was the first person to get up from the ground.

The next one was the old man Chi Yuan.

After getting up, the two looked at the fork in the road with a puzzled look on their faces. Obviously, they didn't understand how the violent strong wind appeared.

After finding that Matthew and Cui'er fell to the ground and didn't move, Zhu Que also walked over quickly.

After separating the two, Zhu Que took out two pills and stuffed them into their mouths respectively.

After the pills entered the mouth, they turned into a stream of cool energy that quickly filled the whole body.

Matthew also woke up from his coma soon.

After waking up, Matthew felt that his whole body was in great pain. Fortunately, the pills Zhu Que gave him were very effective and were quickly repairing his injured body.

Matthew was about to ask about the strong wind, but his face changed and he pulled Zhu Que, who was squatting in front of him, away.

At the same time, Matthew twisted his body and kicked Cui'er, who was lying next to him.

While kicking Cui'er away, Matthew also slid away a little.

At the moment when Matthew left the spot, a green long sword just pierced the ground.

"Qing Wen, what are you doing!" Zhu Que came to his senses and shouted at Qing Wen who had attacked.

At this time, the old man surnamed He and the blue-robed monk had also climbed up from the ground.

Everyone's eyes fell on Qing Wen, waiting for his response.

But at this moment, Qing Wen seemed to have changed into a different person, and did not react at all to Zhu Que's questioning.

He just waved his arm and the green long sword returned to his hand.

"This seems to be Master Yun's mind control technique..." Elder Chi Yuan seemed to have seen some clues and said uncertainly.

When the three mind control techniques appeared, except for Matthew and Cui'er, the faces of the other three people suddenly changed.

"It's a bit late to find out now." Qing Wen said something completely different from his voice.

No need to think, everyone understood that it was Yun Fuzi who made it.

"The range of the mind control technique of a Jindan cultivator is only a hundred feet, which means that Master Yun is nearby." Elder Chi Yuan licked his lips and said to himself.

As soon as the voice fell, a white light rushed out from the fork in the road.

After the white light dissipated, a figure was revealed.

The person who came was Yun Fuzi.

When Yun Fuzi himself appeared, everyone's faces became extremely ugly.

With their strength, it was almost impossible to escape from Yun Fuzi's hands. The other party was a cultivator in the late Jindan period.

Now, Matthew also understood that the strong wind just now must have been caused by Yun Fuzi.

Just one spell almost cost him his life. Matthew's hand had quietly touched the earth-shrinking talisman on his chest.

After Yun Fuzi appeared, he waved his arm, and the fork in the road behind him was blocked by a white light shield.

Everyone who saw this scene felt depressed.

Yun Fuzi did this to cut off their retreat.

After walking forward a few steps, Yun Fuzi raised his arm, and Qing Wen, holding a green long sword, actually raised the sword to chop off his head.

Blood spurted out, filling the place with a bloody smell.

"Defectors on the battlefield, die!" Yun Fuzi said in a calm tone.

After saying that, Yun Fuzi took off Qing Wen's storage bag and began to check it in front of everyone.

When he finished checking the storage bag and threw it away, he turned his eyes to the blue-robed monk.

Witnessing Qing Wen's tragic death in front of him, and Yun Fuzi turning his eyes to him, the blue-robed monk's face turned ashen.

"I heard what you said before, Zhu Que, this is the teleportation array you mentioned."

But surprisingly, Yun Fuzi did not intend to continue to attack, but turned his eyes to a building made of stones behind them.

"Reply to Master Yun, there is indeed an ancient teleportation array." Since Qing Wen was controlled by the mind, Yun Fuzi basically knew the secrets of their trip, and it was meaningless to say anything deceiving now.

Yun Fuzi nodded when he heard it, and his eyes turned to Matthew.

"This kid's cultivation is not high, but his reaction is quite fast. What's his name?" Yun Fuzi's words made everyone present a little confused.

"Junior Matthew, I pay my respects to Master Yun." Matthew also didn't understand why Yun Fuzi would pay attention to a young Qi-refining cultivator like him, but now he could only respond with a stiff upper lip.

"Matthew... I remember, you poisoned my registered disciple Liu Xingjian, right?" Yun Fuzi stroked his beard and asked with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, Matthew was suddenly startled and secretly said that it was not good.