The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

After the skinny old man turned around and slowly sank into the darkness, Matthew's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he dared not delay or delay for a moment.

He stepped forward quickly, and quickly and neatly put the body of the ox-horned python on the ground, which was still warm and had just died, into his bag. His movements were smooth and neat.

Then, he straightened his back suddenly, took a deep breath of the slightly damp and moldy air, and then his feet seemed to be in the wind, as if he was pushed by an invisible big hand, and rushed towards the deep and unknown passage in front of him at the fastest speed in his life.

This passage was like an ancient giant python sleeping deep in the ground, winding and twisting towards the endless darkness. At a glance, there was no end to it.

Matthew's figure shuttled quickly in the passage, his clothes rustling, bringing a slight sound of wind.

The body of the ox-horned python played a vital role in the recovery of the evil beast. How could he let go of such a precious resource that could be obtained with such a little effort?

At this moment, Matthew had no time to marvel at the peculiar structure of this passage, nor did he care about the subtle sounds in the surrounding environment.

After all, since he came here, there has always been a mysterious and powerful skinny old man leading the way in front, so that he has not encountered even a little danger until now.

As for how strong this ox-horned python would be if it were alive, Matthew had no idea at all, and his mind was blank.

But to him, these were all insignificant like passing clouds.

At this moment, deeply entrenched in his mind, what lingered was the mysterious and strange smile on the face of the skinny old man when he turned his head to look at him before leaving.

That smile was like a deep and difficult puzzle, lying in Matthew's heart, making him rack his brains and think hard about the deep meaning that might be hidden in it.

His mind was like a revolving lantern, constantly flashing all kinds of absurd and bizarre speculations, each speculation made him feel more and more depressed, and the feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart like a tide.

But Na Luo did not have such deep and complicated thoughts as Matthew. The little guy was staring at the moment, curiously scanning the front, with excitement and expectation in his eyes, as if there was something in front that made him fascinated waiting for him.

Matthew continued to chase the skinny old man without stopping, but since the last quick glance, it was like the old man completely integrated into the darkness, and he could no longer catch any trace of the other party.

I don’t know how long I ran in this darkness, as if time had lost its meaning. When Matthew panted through a narrow and rugged bend, his eyes suddenly lit up, and an extremely huge cave appeared in his sight.

The cave seemed to be illuminated by a mysterious power. On the top of the cave were inlaid balls emitting soft light. They were like the bright stars in the night sky, pouring down all the light without reservation, and finally gathered on a magnificent palace deep in the cave.

In stark contrast to the palace outside with carved beams and painted buildings and magnificent golden walls, this palace looked shabby and vicissitudes, like an old man who had lost his former glory under the erosion of time.

In some places, the eaves had collapsed under the weight, and the broken bricks and stones were scattered all over the ground, overgrown with weeds, swaying gently in the breeze, adding a bit of desolate and desolate atmosphere.

Just as Matthew stepped into the cave and his eyes were attracted by the palace, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.

Looking closely, it was the skinny old man!

The old man walked slowly into the dilapidated palace like a ghost.

Matthew's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace without hesitation and ran towards the palace.

He approached cautiously, vigilantly observing the movements around him, secretly speculating in his heart the purpose of the old man's actions.

The palace door was half-closed, and a faint light shone through the crack. Matthew took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the old and decayed door.

The door hinge turned, making a harsh "creaking" sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in this silent palace.

Matthew stepped sideways and quickly scanned the interior of the palace.

The interior of the palace was spacious and empty, and some blurred and faded murals were painted on the walls around.

The ground was covered with thick dust, and Matthew's footsteps raised a cloud of dust.

At this moment, the skinny old man was standing steadily in the center of the palace, with his back to Matthew and facing a magnificent and huge stone platform.

This stone platform occupied almost half of the space inside the palace. On it were two boxes emitting mysterious and strange light. The light flickered, sometimes bright and dazzling, and sometimes dim.

Matthew first quickly glanced at the slightly hunched back of the skinny old man, and then turned his eyes to the eye-catching stone platform.

There was a stone staircase on the stone platform that went straight up and extended to the top of the stone platform.

However, facing such an obvious passage, Matthew did not act rashly.

After all, the skinny old man entered this place one step earlier than him, but just stood here quietly, motionless.

It can be seen that it is not easy to climb this stone platform.

Just as Matthew was secretly speculating on what the skinny old man would do next, something unexpected happened.

The skinny old man who had always had his back to everyone suddenly turned around without any warning, and his eyes, as turbid as a deep pool, stared straight at Matthew.

Before this, no matter how Matthew behaved or where he existed, the skinny old man ignored him and treated him as air.

But this time was different. The turbid eyes stared at him tightly without blinking.

Then, the skinny old man spoke slowly to Matthew in his usual hoarse and unpleasant voice with a sense of vicissitudes: "The Sunset Bow and the Sky-breaking Arrow are the key to opening this altar. Hand them over now."

Although his voice still sounded a little uncomfortable, compared with the past, the words he said this time were surprisingly fluent and coherent, without any pauses or stuttering.

When Matthew heard this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Those two things have been in his body all the time, and even he himself has not used them for a long time.

How could the other party know that I had those two things and be able to say them accurately?