Several disciples of the Song clan were standing on the unbroken single bridge, and the heat wave had already caused their hair to curl slightly. Beneath beneath their feet was the rolling lava, the fiery red river gushing from time to time, and although the magma spewed out could not hurt them, it could burn a few holes in the drawbridge planks under their feet, or burn a rope or two.

There are also some never-before-seen spirit beasts in the magma, and every time they surface the surface of the river, they will burst into a burst of magma.

And you can't use spiritual power here! I can't even open the storage space, so I can only walk to the other side by myself.

The smell of burning in the air made Song Yueqiu frown in disgust, and looking at the suspension bridge that was still half left, he had to calm down and move forward slowly.

Traces of magma burning can be seen everywhere on this dilapidated suspension bridge, and if it weren't for the reinforcement formation that someone had placed at the time of construction, I am afraid that this bridge would have been swallowed by magma long ago.

Song Yueqiu didn't know the formation, and the disciples who accompanied him also coincidentally didn't practice the formation, so at the moment, he just hoped that this suspension bridge could hold up until they reached the other side, if they couldn't reach it...... A hint of gloom flashed in Song Yueqiu's eyes.

At this moment, someone behind him exclaimed, Song Yueqiu turned his head to look, and saw that the last disciple of the team stepped on the wooden plank with one foot, and the whole person leaked into the gap, leaving only his hands to hold the wooden board next to him, and the wooden board soon cracked.

Just as the other disciples were about to save him, Song Yueqiu frowned fiercely, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, just as the disciple stretched out his hand to the person who had leaked down, there were a few crisp sounds, and the wooden plank that the person was holding had been shattered, and his eyes, which were still full of hope, instantly widened, and he was instantly swallowed by the magma before he even had time to call for help.

"Han Cheng!" The disciple who couldn't save him burst into tears and let out a low roar.

The crumbling suspension bridge trembled violently the moment his words fell, the sound of the rope breaking became clearer and clearer, and Song Yueqiu yelled: "Run!" ”

Almost instantly, everyone ran towards the end, but nowhere near the speed at which the rope broke. Song Yueqiu, who was running forward, sensed that the danger was approaching, and his feet were empty, knowing that the suspension bridge had been broken, and he was still a few feet away from the opposite bank!

Before he had time to think about it, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and grabbed the person closest to him and threw it forward, and the moment the person took off, he jumped hard.

The man shouted in fear, his limbs struggling in the air, but there was nothing he could do. Song Yueqiu came above the man before he was about to fall into the magma, he didn't have the slightest mercy, kicked the man's back, and reached the other side with this power, and the person who was used as a stepping stone by him naturally couldn't escape the end of being swallowed by the magma.

The drawbridge had broken, and from his vantage point, he could see that the suspension bridge at the back end had fallen into the lava and was slowly sinking.

He felt a little sorry for those disciples, but he didn't feel the slightest guilt. Isn't protecting the young master what they should do?

Song Yueqiu tidied up his somewhat messy robes and walked towards the entrance of the cave. After walking a few steps, he felt that something was wrong, and when he looked back, he saw two grizzled men climbing up the wooden stakes that fixed the suspension bridge.

Before entering the Huoyun Cave, the only mission in the hearts of the two brothers, Meng Zhong and Meng Ji, was to cultivate well and become the right and left hand of the young master, so as not to disregard the cultivation of the family and the courtesy of the young master.

They were selected to come to the young master when they were teenagers, and they followed the young master from birth to death, and it has been more than twenty years. The young master treats them very well on weekdays, and in private he is also called a brother, which makes them more and more willing to follow.

They thought that such days would last for decades or hundreds of years, and maybe they would have the opportunity to assist the eldest young master and dedicate their lives to the young master's lineage. But when they saw the young master throw He Ziqi out without hesitation and use it as a stepping stone, it was like a basin of cold water poured on their hearts, extinguishing the respect that the master and servant used to get along with in the past.

How could the young master do such a thing? How could it be......

When that disciple named Han Cheng fell into the magma, they didn't have much heartache, and even thought indifferently: There will always be inevitable casualties in the experience.

When someone dies, it seems that everyone thinks that they will never fall into the same situation, so they can be high up and give a small amount of sympathy.

Until the drawbridge breaks—

The two loyal guards watched as their esteemed young master grabbed the other guard and threw it into the air without hesitation, and then followed to find the right moment to leap forward.

The dark golden hem of the young master's clothes unfolded in the air with his movements, looking so eager and embarrassed.

"Poof—"

The magma engulfed the body of the guard, and before it sank completely, the poor guard was left with only a small half of his body exposed.

His complexion was contorted with pain, hot lava poured into his mouth and nose, and he couldn't make any more movements than swing wildly with one hand.

Unwilling and angry hid in the eye that was about to be swallowed by magma, staring at the other side. Just a moment ago, the young master, who he had followed for more than twenty years and called him a brother, exchanged him for a way to live.

The arm exposed outside the lava no longer had any strength, but it still hung extremely unwillingly, until the fingertips were also engulfed in the magma.

The monsters that lived in this sea of fire rolled around, and several charred humanoid objects flashed on the surface of the magma, and finally were bitten in the mouth by several monsters, sinking into the magma and disappearing.

Meng Zhong and Meng Ji, who were less than a zhang away from the magma, clung to the ropes and planks that could break at any time, and their minds were in chaos.

After Song Yueqiu fled regardless of their lives or deaths, the two of them were stunned for a moment and continued to run forward. The drawbridge had broken from the middle, they were not strong under their feet, and they were descending with every step.

In front of them were uneven rocks, and it was inevitable that the drawbridge would crash into them, and the two of them immediately lay on their stomachs on the rotten planks, holding on to the ropes and planks with their hands and feet. Looking at the stone wall that was getting closer and closer, they both subconsciously chose to turn over, intending to use their bodies to resist the impact, and the result was all up to heaven's will.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the sweat was dried immediately after it was dripped. After a moment of weightlessness, the expected pain spread from his back, and if it weren't for the armor he wore in advance, the blow would have cost him half a life.

Meng Zhong was the first to come back to his senses, he looked down, and everyone else was still hanging on the suspension bridge, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a wail.

The disciple at the bottom was extremely close to the magma, and the terrifying heat broke through the fire shelter on his body, and his whole body felt like he had been thrown into a pot of boiling water. The pain began to penetrate from the surface of his skin, and he was already delirious, and his mouth was cursing as he screamed in pain.

"Ahh

"Song, Song Yueqiu, you can't die well! Ahhh ”

"It hurts...... Who's going to save me......"

Although the cultivator's physical fitness was stronger than that of ordinary people, in the face of such terrifying heat, many blisters had already appeared on the surface of his body, and flames had also erupted on his clothes.

The Song disciple above him endured the pain and wanted to pull him up, but at this moment, a familiar and terrifying voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Crackle-crack-"

If the broken bridge on the magma is a knife above everyone's heads, then this subtle cracking sound is a signal that the knife is falling.

Before there was time to scream, the rope of the drawbridge broke off from under Meng Zhong's feet, and the eight disciples who had thought they would be able to escape were getting closer and closer to the magma after the drawbridge broke again, and they were swallowed up one by one.

First, second, third......

The speed of sinking was not as fast as the fall, and when the last person fell, he happened to press on the other disciple.

"Help me! Help me! Yes! Help me......"

The sound of despair merged in this terrifying heat, and it was oppressive and breathless.

In a moment, the monster in the magma swam over, and the hideous head sank into the magma, and several humanoid solids that had not yet been completely burned to ashes gradually surfaced, and the gathered monsters ate together.

"Click-" Meng Zhong stepped into the air, and he hurriedly stepped on another plank. The shattered piece of wood had already begun to burn before it had even fallen into the lava.

Seeing that he hadn't attracted the attention of those monsters, Meng Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the distance from the stone platform, gritted his teeth, and roared at Meng Ji: "Hurry up!" ”

Meng Ji, who was still immersed in the fact that eight fellow disciples fell into magma, forced himself to come back to his senses after hearing the low roar of his eldest brother, and his tense muscles did not dare to relax in the slightest.

He grabbed the rope with trembling hands, climbing up as much as he could without shaking the drawbridge. During this time, he stepped on two planks, and Meng Zhong supported him behind him every time he was about to slip off.

Meng Ji gritted his teeth, and tried to climb with a hard breath, the two of them didn't know that the young master might still be on the stone platform and didn't leave, but in order to survive, they only had this way, a big deal...... Fight!

At the moment when Song Yueqiu turned to leave, Meng Ji and Meng Zhong suddenly saw his essence clearly, and found that Song Yueqiu was no longer the generous and benevolent young master they wanted to follow.

If he can go back alive this time, he must leave the Song family with his eldest brother, for fear that Song Yueqiu will not let them have a chance.

The stone walls were uneven, and most of the later sections of the road relied on their fingers to pick at the stone cracks to reduce the load bearing of the suspension bridge.

"Crackle-crack-" Another suspension bridge breaks.

Meng Zhong and Meng Ji's fingers were already dripping with blood, even though both of them were in the early stage of Jindan, they had fallen so far in this strange area!

No one paid attention to how much the drawbridge behind them was broken, and as long as the drawbridge in front of them was not broken, there was still hope for them.

Finally, Meng Ji stretched out his hand, hugged the bridge pile at the end of the suspension bridge, and with his legs forced, he came to the stone platform with one back. He took a rough breath and hurriedly got up to pull Meng Zhong up.

It seemed that Song Yueqiu had already left, Meng Ji thought so, but heard footsteps behind him.

Da, da, da......

The sound of subtle footsteps sounded behind him, and almost instantly, Meng Ji immediately turned around to take precautions after pulling Meng Zhong up.

His back was tight, his dusty face was serious, and his eyes were desperately crazy.

Meng Zhong had already lost his strength, and the wound on his body that was burned by Mars on the way to the rescue was still oozing blood, and he looked at Song Yueqiu with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and shivered.

The face that used to look gentle and polite now looks like a mask, and it is extremely hypocritical.

"What are you doing so nervous? Have you forgotten that no one can use spiritual power here? Song Yueqiu saw the defense of the two, lowered his eyes to cover the ruthlessness in his eyes, and when he looked up again, there was only injury left in his eyes.

Hearing Song Yueqiu say this, Meng Zhong and Meng Ji also noticed it, and they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, but their eyes were fixed on Song Yueqiu's every move, and they didn't dare to relax.

"We've been together for more than 20 years, don't you know me? I just made that act in a hurry, you ...... You won't blame me for someone you don't know, right? ”