The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

After leaving the city, the Black Evil Sect members flew up immediately.

Matthew followed behind.

When they flew to the edge of the island, they landed.

Matthew hid directly in a white cloud.

Here, in addition to the Black Evil Sect members who had just arrived.

Bingpo Zhenren was also here.

From his appearance, he was obviously waiting for these people.

The distance was a bit far, and Matthew could not hear the conversation between the members.

However, they did not talk for too long.

After a while, the Black Evil Sect members and Bingpo Zhenren flew away.

Matthew followed silently.

"Bingpo Zhenren may have joined the Black Evil Sect, but I don't know where they are going."

Matthew, who was following behind, thought so in his heart.

He had already decided.

When he arrived at a remote place, he would act immediately.

With the Sea Covering White Ape by his side, he was confident that he could keep everyone, including Bingpo Zhenren.

After flying for half a month, Matthew's face showed a strange look.

"In the direction they are heading, there are no other islands except Baiwu Island. Are they planning to enter Baiwu Island?" Matthew wondered after checking the full picture.

If the people in front really want to enter Baiwu Island.

He is not in a hurry to do it.

He will enter Baiwu Island to find the last fragment of this place anyway.

If so, he can follow them into it.

Then find Bingpo Zhenren according to the mark.

Just as Matthew guessed.

The people in front did fly in the direction of Baiwu Island.

More than a month later.

They finally arrived near Baiwu Island.

Just as Matthew knew.

The island is indeed covered by thick white fog.

With Baiwu Island as the center, there are no creatures within hundreds of miles except for them.

Just as Matthew was staring at Baiwu Island.

A group of black shadows appeared in the distant sky.

Seeing this, Matthew immediately rose high.

Not long after, the group of black shadows arrived.

The leader was the messenger of the Black Evil Sect, Mu Hai.

Behind him were dozens of members of the Black Evil Sect.

Half of them were Nascent Soul cultivators.

The rest were also in the late Jindan or Great Perfection realm.

With such a lineup, almost no one in the Prison God Sea could resist it except the Tu Shen Temple.

"Fellow Daoist Bingpo is really trustworthy. He arrived earlier than expected." After Mu Hai arrived, he said to Master Bingpo with a smile.

"You know my situation. I urgently need the spiritual objects on the island to heal my wounds." Master Bingpo said calmly.

"Then please open the passage, and let's go in quickly." Mu Hai said with a grin.

After he finished speaking, Master Bingpo also nodded immediately.

He flew some distance towards the White Mist Island.

He stopped at a distance of six or seven miles from the island.

Then, Master Bingpo quickly made hand gestures with both hands.

Wisps of white mist began to emerge from his body.

These mists quickly gathered around Master Bingpo.

About two hours later.

The range of the mist was already fifty or sixty feet wide.

Suddenly, Bingpo Zhenren shouted loudly.

He waved his hands vigorously towards the White Mist Island.

Suddenly, all the mist around him rushed forward.

As the mist rolled.

Bingpo Zhenren's hand gestures kept changing.

And his body was also approaching the White Mist Island little by little.

When he came to only thirty or forty feet away from the white mist.

His body paused.

The mist continued to extend forward.

When the mist touched the white mist.

Ice crystals immediately appeared on the white mist.

At this time, Bingpo Zhenren swung his hands rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, all the mist turned into a long ice road.

"Go!"

Bingpo Zhenren shouted loudly, stepped on the ice road and slid quickly towards the island.

Those people from the Black Evil Sect had already slowly approached when Bingpo Zhenren cast a spell.

Seeing that Bingpo Zhenren was about to rush into the white mist.

These people did not hesitate at all.

After releasing the protective aura, they flew onto the ice road one by one.

Soon, when all the Black Evil Sect members here entered along the ice road.

The ice road immediately turned into wisps of white gas and disappeared.

What they didn't know was that when Bingpo Zhenren entered.

Another person followed quietly into the ice.

A few days after this group of people entered the White Mist Island.

Another group of people came here.

The visitors were the monks of the Tu Shen Temple.

The leader was a burly man who was ten feet tall.

If Matthew was here, he would definitely recognize him.

This person was Xing Zhan, one of the four deputy hall masters of the Tu Shen Temple.

This Xing Zhan practiced an extremely domineering body-building technique.

His strength was unfathomable.

Among the four deputy hall masters, he ranked second.

"Come out!"

After Xing Zhan arrived, he immediately roared loudly.

As soon as the voice fell, a water column suddenly emerged from the sea below.

On top of the water column stood an old man with a hunched body.

"This old servant pays respects to Deputy Palace Master Xing."

When the water column rose in front of Xing Zhan, the old man immediately bowed and said.

"What's the situation?" Xing Zhan said expressionlessly.

"A few days ago, a group of people from the Black Evil Sect entered the White Mist Island with the help of True Man Bingpo."

The old man was originally arranged to observe the White Mist Island, and now he naturally had to quickly report what he saw.

"How many people are there?" Xing Zhan continued to ask.

"The leader is Mu Hai, and the rest are twenty Yuanying cultivators and forty Jindan cultivators." The old man said quickly.

Xing Zhan nodded slightly after hearing this, and after asking a few more questions, he waved his hand to signal the old man to leave.