"Dad, I'm afraid."
The little boy grabbed the middle-aged woodcutter's clothes tightly, his watery eyes filled with fear, and he did not dare to look at Huo Youmeng. Every child has heard of the legend of Yumeng at one time or another. Their evil has already taken root in the little boy's heart. Now that he saw the Huoyumeng Demon Clan with his own eyes, the panic in his heart has reached the extreme.
"Don't be afraid, Xiao Mo. Dad is here." The middle-aged woodcutter protected the little boy behind his back. He glanced at Huo Youmeng tremblingly, then looked at the unconscious cultivator in white lying on the ground with concern, and then glanced at When he came to the side, the yellow-clothed immortal master looked a little gloomy. The only ones who can defeat the Yumeng Demon Clan are immortal masters with extraordinary means, but the two immortal masters around them are no match for these Huoyoumeng Demon Clan, and one of them was knocked unconscious.
"You four, who wants to come first? Jie Jie! Just walk on the single-plank bridge, and I will let you go after crossing it." The Huoyoumeng demon said again in a sly tone, as if he was looking at a few toys. You can tell from his chapped face that his expression is very playful, and he is thinking about which toy to go up first.
"You two mortals go first. Mortal lives are worthless."
The sober Immortal Master in Huang next to him gave the woodcutter a push. He was a cultivator at the golden elixir stage, but he had no backhand ability in front of Huo Yumeng. He knew Huo Youmeng's methods and it was basically impossible to escape, but he still had a bit of luck and didn't want to die so quickly.
"Master Immortal, this..."
The middle-aged woodcutter winced and lamented in his heart. After all, the man in yellow is a superior immortal master, and he is just a mortal who has no power to restrain a chicken. The status of the two is completely different, even if he doesn't want to.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you mortals die, you will die. If you don't die, you will become a burden to us!" The immortal master in yellow said viciously. Like most cultivators, mortal lives are worthless in their eyes.
The middle-aged woodcutter sighed and shook his head slightly. Everyone says that the Immortal Masters are here to fight against the Yumeng Demon Tribe and protect the human race. But the immortal master in front of him pushed them mortals out as a shield in order to survive, which made him feel helpless.
The middle-aged woodcutter lowered his head and said lovingly to the little boy: "Xiao Mo, wait here, dad will be back soon."
"Dad, where are you going? I'm going too, Xiao Mo doesn't want to leave dad." The little boy grabbed the middle-aged woodcutter's clothes and said in a panic. .
"Don't be afraid, Xiao Mo, the immortal master will protect you."
The middle-aged woodcutter glanced at the immortal master in yellow, and he could only comfort him like this. He has told his son since he was a child that when he encounters the Yumeng Demon Clan, he will be safe as long as the Immortal Master is around, and his son has no doubts about the Immortal Master. But when he really met the Immortal Master and the Yumon Demon Clan, he discovered that the Immortal Master was no match for the Yumon Demon Clan, and even pushed them out to die in order to survive.
He stood up tremblingly and walked towards Huo Youmeng with fear. He had no choice. So many people were arrested, most of them were mortals without any cultivation, and only two were immortal masters with cultivation. However, these usually majestic immortal masters were no match for the Yumeng Demon Clan. One of them was injured and fell into a coma, leaving only one immortal master still threatening him. If he doesn't go now, then his son will have to go.
A total of more than twenty mortals were captured, and each time Huo Yumeng would ask one person to stand up and cross the single-plank bridge. Everyone was unwilling and hoped that the immortal master could use his power to kill these Yumeng demons. However, the two immortal masters they encountered had no means at all. The one in yellow even forced everyone to sort in order to survive. , let them die one by one according to Yu Meng's request!
The tiny single-plank bridge was so hot that it was unbearable to step on it. How could those mortals walk across it
Countless people were buried in the magma below and became the tools for Huo Yumeng's ridicule and amusement. Under the intimidation of the Immortal Master and the Huoyumeng Demon Tribe, the captured mortals were buried in the magma. The number of people was getting smaller and smaller, and now it was finally their turn.
The middle-aged woodcutter didn't want to die, but there were only four people left. He couldn't let his son walk on the single-plank bridge first. Another immortal master was unconscious, and there was a conscious immortal master in yellow who threatened them fiercely. He didn't want to Any way.
"Master Immortal, please save my child if you can escape." The woodcutter turned around and begged.
"Stop talking nonsense. If I can't save myself, will I save you? Stop dreaming." The Immortal Master in Huang spat fiercely, his expression extremely cold.
The middle-aged woodcutter showed endless despair and secretly prayed that other immortal masters would come here to save his child. He glanced at his child reluctantly, his eyes full of love, and he hated himself for not being able to protect his son.
"Xiao Mo, take good care of the unconscious immortal master, you know?" the middle-aged woodcutter finally warned. In fact, what he said was completely unnecessary. How could a child protect an adult? If nothing happens, after he dies, his son will probably be pushed out to die by this vicious immortal master.
"I know, Dad, you must come back!" The little boy leaned against the wall tightly, hugging his knees, and said in a panic.
At Youmeng's urging, the middle-aged woodcutter took one last look at his son, hoping that his son would be reincarnated into a wealthy family in his next life and would not have to suffer with him. Shivering, he walked down the steps and came to one end of the single-plank bridge.
The middle-aged woodcutter poked his head out for a moment and looked down. There were many fire clouds drilling through the magma below. The magma that could incinerate the human race in an instant had no effect on them at all. He stood in front of the single-plank bridge, but he did not dare to continue walking up it. So many people failed to cross it, how could he possibly cross it
"Hurry up!" Huo Youmeng smiled evilly, and a spark splashed on the woodcutter's back, burning a big hole in his clothes. The woodcutter screamed in pain and had no choice but to walk forward tremblingly.
He made a living by collecting firewood, and wore straw sandals under his feet. When the straw sandals met the hot single-plank bridge, there was a burning smell. As soon as he took the second step, the straw sandals were already bursting with flames, and the flames burned the soles of his feet, making him He groaned in pain. He hurriedly wiped off his straw sandals, but he immediately regretted it. When his bare feet touched the single-plank bridge, his feet were already burnt to black. He could no longer hold on to the soles of his feet. He tilted his body and fell towards the lava. Go down.
He heard many Huo Youmeng laughing and cheering crazily. He was so helpless, but at the last moment, all he could think about was his son Xiao Mo. The thought that his son would follow his path later made him feel sad. Being swallowed by the hot magma should only happen in an instant. If he died in an instant, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Death is not scary. Most of the fear of death comes from the few seconds before death. It just scares yourself.
But is this death
He didn't feel any pain, no burning pain. He heard Huo Yumeng's angry shouts, and something seemed to be roaring around him. He only felt a tightening in his waist, and the downward trend had been stopped, and then something seemed to take him flying upwards rapidly.
He opened his eyes and saw a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old supporting him with a stern expression. The young man was stepping on a sword. The sword was very beautiful, like a rainbow. The young man held another sword in his hand. This sword was extremely weird, as if it was riddled with insect bites and was in tatters.
"Immortal Master, are you an Immortal Master?" the woodcutter shouted excitedly. He glanced at many Yumen rising from the hot lava into the sky, with flames filling the sky and overwhelmingly chasing them.
"Master Immortal, can you save my child? You can leave me alone and just save my child, okay?" If it was possible, he would want to kneel down and beg. He is a father. If he has to choose If a person is alive, he will choose his child without hesitation.
"Uncle, don't move, I will go and save him."
Mu Yu could no longer watch the woodcutter fall into the lava and become the nourishment for Huo Yumeng. Even though this was Huo Yumeng's lair and there were a lot of Huo Yumeng, he still had to try. He was angry, not only because of Huo Youmeng, but also because of what the yellow-clothed immortal master had just done. In front of Huo Youmeng, that guy actually forced other mortals to die first.
The split-shadow sword's azure light struck fiercely at several Huoyumengs, knocking down the ones that caught up first and knocking down other Huoyumengs flying upwards below. He took advantage of the situation and headed towards the little boy. A branch appeared from the wood spirit and instantly wrapped around the little boy and pulled him over. The woodcutter quickly hugged the little boy tightly.
"Xiao Mo is okay, it's okay, the immortal master is here to save us." The middle-aged woodcutter held the little boy in his arms, his body trembling. He was satisfied that his son was back with him.
Mu Yu saw the sober immortal master in yellow. The guy's eyes were full of the desire to survive. He seemed to see a savior and stretched out his hand towards Mu Yu.
"Sir, help me!" The cultivator in yellow shouted eagerly.
Mu Yu's eyes were full of disgust. This kind of selfish guy, a fool who regarded human life as nothing, should not be alive in the first place. More and more Huoyoumeng were screaming and rushing over. He clearly felt the discomfort of the Wood Spirit Sword, and it didn't like these flames either.
Mu Yu turned around and wanted to leave, but the woodcutter said hesitantly: "Master Immortal, can you save the unconscious Master? He was injured by Huo Youmeng just to protect us. He is a good man..."
No wonder the unconscious cultivator was so seriously injured. It turned out that he was trying to protect these mortals. Mu Yu originally didn't want to save these two accomplished guys. He was very close to the exit at the moment. If he only took the father and son out, there was an 80-90 chance of escaping. Those Huo Yumeng were still flying upward, and they couldn't catch up with Mu Yu.
But the woodcutter's words made him grit his teeth and head towards the other side again. He knew that after such a delay, there might be some obstacles if he wanted to escape again, but he also had his own principles in his heart. He could ignore the selfish cultivator in yellow, but if the other unconscious cultivator was as the woodcutter said, , then that person is worth saving.
"Sir, help me." The Yellow Immortal Master shouted with joy when he saw Mu Yu rushing over again.
Mu Yu rolled up the unconscious cultivator again. The man's breath was weak and he was already dying. He hesitated for a moment and brought the man in yellow over. Maybe this guy is selfish, but he is a member of the human race after all. Since he is here, let’s give him a ride!
With four people in tow, Mu Yu clearly felt a sense of difficulty and his speed immediately slowed down. He also had to deal with the flames coming from all directions. For him, flames were the most annoying thing. Several Huo Yumeng had already rushed over and were split by his Shadow Sword and fell down. However, countless Huo Yumeng rushed up one after another.
He turned around and flew towards the exit. He was about to rush out of the cave, but the flames from the sky spurted out like poisonous snakes, stagnating his body. When he wanted to continue moving forward, the entrance of the cave had already been blocked by a fire monster. It's blocked!
"I didn't expect that there would be some fish that slipped through the net. Jiejie, it's not easy!" Huo Youmeng's body was flashing with monstrous flames and he stared at Mu Yu fiercely.
Mu Yu's heart sank, he knew something was wrong.