The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Matthew had just finished organizing the information on sword-cultivation techniques when he suddenly felt dizzy, as if the whole world had turned upside down.

His body seemed to have lost control and was falling rapidly.

A large area of ​​dazzling purple light flashed before my eyes, dazzling me.

At this moment, the purple tripod appeared again.

It flashed with strange light and slowly floated in front of Matthew.

Immediately afterwards, the purple tripod turned into a stream of light and sank into Matthew's body.

Matthew's mind was shaken suddenly, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself still in the tree hole.

Everything that just happened was like a fantastic dream.

But he knew in his heart that it was definitely not an illusion.

Because at this moment, his mind was already filled with detailed information about sword training.

Recalling the sword that the mysterious man casually swung, Matthew was still shocked by its power.

That powerful and mysterious force was deeply imprinted in his memory, unforgettable forever.

Now that he has also obtained the magical sword-cultivating technique, how can he not be excited?

Matthew secretly made up his mind to study this sword-raising technique carefully and master the secrets as soon as possible.

Perhaps one day, he would be able to display the same earth-shaking swordsmanship as that mysterious man.

However, when he carefully studied the specific content of the sword-cultivation technique, a helpless smile appeared on his face.

The difficulty of practicing this sword-cultivation technique is extremely high, and it seems that he is the only one who is qualified to practice it.

In order to practice sword-cultivation, the first requirement is to own a purple tripod and become its master.

At this point, Matthew was finally convinced.

That mysterious person must be one of the former owners of the Purple Tripod.

According to the content of the sword-cultivating technique, this person is a master of swordsmanship. After long years of training and research, he created this unique secret technique, the sword-cultivating technique.

As the name suggests, the sword-cultivation technique aims to cultivate a magical flying sword.

The first step in sword-raising is to carefully refine a high-quality sword blank.

The quality of this sword embryo directly affects the power of the flying sword that will eventually be developed.

The art of sword cultivation records in detail the various methods of refining sword embryos, but all of them are extremely complicated.

I'm afraid Matthew would find it difficult to find many of these materials in the human world.

In addition, he also needs to learn the formation.

Because, in the future, he will need to set up various magic arrays inside the flying sword to enhance its power.

As for the other conditions, although they were also very complicated, he thought they could be accomplished.

He stayed in the tree hole for three days and walked out only after he had thoroughly comprehended the sword-cultivation technique.

Sword skills cannot be mastered in a short period of time, so he can only keep this matter in mind and see how his luck will improve in the future.

It took him another five days to finally leave the forest.

The end of the forest is actually closely connected to a vast, boundless desert.

At first glance, this desert seemed to be nothing special, with golden sand everywhere. But when he stepped into it, he immediately felt a surging, scorching heat wave sweeping towards him like a tide.

In an instant, Matthew immediately released the Lipo Cold Flame.

As soon as the Lipo Cold Flame appeared, it immediately released bone-chilling cold air that quickly wrapped his body tightly, turning into a cold air shield.

As the cool air spread, the originally unbearable heat wave gradually dissipated.

The desert is dotted with countless sand dunes and sandbags of various shapes and sizes. They are like sleeping beasts, standing quietly in this desolate land.

Occasionally, a sudden tornado would roar past in the distance, like a violent dragon soaring into the sky, but it would disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

The entire desert is filled with a strange atmosphere.

Under normal circumstances, Matthew would never take the risk of coming to such a place.

But in order to find the fragments, he had to go deep into the desert.

Because there in the desert were the three pieces he needed.

The sand under Matthew's feet began to roll violently, as if stirred by an invisible force.

His body gradually rose from the ground and slowly floated in the air.

He was secretly alert, suspecting that there might be some powerful monster or insect hiding under the desert. If he landed rashly, he might encounter an accident.

So he decided to stay suspended so that he could better observe his surroundings.

But before his feet left the sand a foot away, his expression changed slightly.

After a moment of stalemate, his body fell down again.

Matthew looked confused and raised his head to the sky.

Then he tried again to make his body float.

This time, he successfully floated to the previous height, but just as he was about to continue rising, he stopped again.

After the same stalemate for a while, he landed again.

He stood there thoughtfully, and after some thought, he finally chose to walk forward honestly.

But the doubts in his heart grew heavier.

There is no no-fly zone here, so you should be able to fly freely.

But what surprised him was that every time he tried to lift his feet off the ground, a strong feeling of fear would surge up from deep in his heart.

This fear came for no reason, and even he himself couldn't explain it.

He always felt that once he flew, he would face great danger, as if there was an extremely sinister existence lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to attack him.

This sudden and unreasonable fear made Matthew feel extremely uneasy and confused.

Although he couldn't pinpoint the exact source of this feeling, he knew from years of experience that such intuitions usually could not be easily ignored.

Matthew, who has full confidence in his intuition, would never dare to act rashly or take risks.

He concentrated all his energy and moved carefully along the road ahead, always remaining highly vigilant and carefully observing everything around him to deal with any dangerous situations that might arise.

When he was about to reach a sandbag about ten feet high, his eyes suddenly locked onto the sandbag and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a purple light flashed, and the Hunyuan Black Toad Sword instantly appeared in his hand.

He gripped the hilt of the sword, raised the blade high, and then swung it lightly towards the sandbag with a clean and neat movement.

In an instant, the huge sandbag collapsed as if it could not withstand a single blow.

As the sandbags gradually scattered into a pile of golden sand and merged into the sand under his feet, a corpse in a black robe suddenly appeared before his eyes.

There was also a storage bag hanging on the body.

With just one glance, Matthew immediately recognized the true identity of the body.

This person is undoubtedly a member of the Black Evil Sect.