"Dad, I'm afraid. ”

The little boy grabbed the middle-aged woodcutter's clothes tightly, and his eyes were full of fear, and he didn't dare to look at Huo Youmeng. The legend of Yumeng Every child has heard of it more or less, their evil has long been deeply rooted in the little boy's heart, and now that he has seen the fire Youmeng Demon Clan with his own eyes, the panic in his heart has reached the extreme.

"Xiaomo, don't be afraid, there is a father. The middle-aged woodcutter protected the little boy behind his back, he glanced at Huo Yumeng with trepidation, then looked at the white-clothed cultivator lying unconscious on the ground with concern, and then glanced at the yellow-clothed immortal master beside him with a somewhat gloomy face. The only ones who could defeat the Yumeng Demon Clan were immortal masters with extraordinary means, but the two immortal masters around them were not the opponents of these Fire Youmeng Demon Clans at all, and one of them was even knocked unconscious.

"You four, who wants to come first? Just walk the single-plank bridge, and I'll let you go." The Fire Youmeng Demon Clan said in a sinister manner again, as if he was looking at a few toys, and through his chapped face, he could tell that his expression was very playful, and he was thinking about which toy to let go up first.

"You two mortals go first, mortal lives are worthless. ”

The sober yellow-clothed immortal master next to him pushed the woodcutter, he was a Jindan stage cultivator, but he didn't have any backhand ability in front of Huo Youmeng. He knew Huo Yumeng's methods, and it was basically impossible to escape, but he still had a trace of luck and didn't want to die so quickly.

"Immortal Master, this ......"

The middle-aged woodcutter winced and lamented in his heart. After all, the man in yellow is a high-ranking immortal master, he is just a mortal with no power to restrain the chicken, and the identities and status of the two are very different, even if he doesn't want to.

"Don't talk nonsense, you mortals will die when they die, and if you don't die, you will become a burden to us!" said the yellow-clothed immortal master viciously. Like most cultivators, mortal lives are worthless in their eyes.

The middle-aged woodcutter sighed and shook his head slightly. Everyone said that the immortal masters were all there to fight against the Yumeng demon clan and protect the human race. However, the immortal master in front of him pushed them out as a shield for his life, which made him feel very helpless.

The middle-aged woodcutter bowed his head and said to the little boy lovingly: "Xiaomo, you wait here, and your father will come back soon." ”

"Dad, where are you going? I'll go too, Xiaomo doesn't want to leave Dad. The little boy grabbed the middle-aged woodcutter's clothes and said in a panic.

"Xiaomo, don't be afraid, the immortal master will protect you. ”

The middle-aged woodcutter glanced at the yellow-clothed immortal master, he could only comfort him like this. Since he was a child, he told his son that when he met the Yumeng Demon Clan, as long as the immortal master was there, he would be safe, and his son also believed in the immortal master. But when he really met the immortal master and the Youmeng demon clan, he found that the immortal master was no match for the Youmeng demon clan, and even pushed them out to die in order to survive.

He stood up trembling and walked in horror towards Fire Youmon. He couldn't help it, so many people were arrested, most of them were mortals who had no cultivation, and only two were immortal masters with cultivation. However, these usually majestic immortal masters were not the opponents of the Youmeng Demon Clan, one of them was injured and unconscious, and only one immortal master was still threatening him. Now if he doesn't go, then only his son can go.

In total, more than twenty mortals were caught, and each time Huo Yumon would have one of them stand up and go across the single-plank bridge. Everyone was unwilling, and they all hoped that the immortal master would be able to kill these Youmeng demons with great might, but the two immortal masters they met had no means at all, and the yellow-clothed immortal master even forcibly sorted everyone in order to survive, and let them go to death one by one according to Youmeng's requirements!

The tiny single-plank bridge was so hot that it was unbearable to put your feet on it, how could those mortals walk through it?

Countless people have been buried in the magma below, becoming a tool for the ridicule and amusement of Fire Youmon. Under the intimidation of the Immortal Master and the Fire Youmeng Demon Clan, the mortals who were captured were buried in the magma, and the number of them became 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 at the moment, and it was impossible for him to let his son go to the single-plank bridge first, the other immortal master was in a coma, and there was a sober yellow-clothed immortal master who threatened them viciously, he had no choice at all.

"Immortal Master, if you can escape, you must save my child. The woodcutter turned back and pleaded.

"Don't talk nonsense, I can't guarantee that I'll save you? The yellow-clothed immortal master smacked fiercely, his face extremely cold.

The middle-aged woodcutter showed endless despair, secretly praying that other immortal masters would come here to save his child. He reluctantly glanced at his child, his eyes were full of pity, and he hated himself for not being able to protect his son well.

"Xiaomo, take good care of that unconscious immortal master, do you know?" the middle-aged woodcutter finally admonished. In fact, what he said was completely superfluous, how could a child be able to protect an adult? If nothing else, after his death, I am afraid that his son will be pushed out to death by this fierce and vicious immortal master.

"Daddy, you must come back!" said the little boy in a panic as he leaned against the wall, hugging his knees.

At Yumeng's urging, the middle-aged woodcutter took one last look at his son, hoping that his son would be reincarnated in a rich and noble family in the next life and would not have to suffer with him. He shuddered down the steps and came to the end of the bridge.

The middle-aged woodcutter poked his head out a little and glanced down, and there were many fires drilling in the magma below, and the magma that could incinerate the human race in that moment was not affected at all by them. He stood in front of the single-plank bridge, but he didn't dare to go on, so many people couldn't walk through, how could he walk through?

"Hurry up!" said Huo Youmeng with a wicked smile, and a spark splashed on the woodcutter's back, burning a large hole in his clothes. The woodcutter cried out in pain, and had no choice but to tremble and go forward.

He made a living by collecting firewood, and he wore straw sandals under his feet, and when the straw sandals met the scorching single-plank bridge, he suddenly emitted a burning smell, and as soon as he took the second step, the straw sandals were already bursting into flames, and the flames burned the soles of his feet, making him snort in pain. He hurriedly rubbed off his straw sandals, but he immediately regretted it, and when he touched the single-plank bridge with his bare feet, his feet were already scorched black, and the soles of his feet could no longer hold on, and his body was crooked, and he fell towards the lava.

He heard a lot of Huo Yumeng laughing and cheering wildly, he was so helpless, but at the last moment, his mind was full of the figure of his son Xiaomo. The thought that his son would soon follow in his footsteps made his heart feel a pang of grief. It should only be a matter of moments to be swallowed by the hot magma, and it is not a big deal to die in an instant.

Death is not terrible, most of the fear of death comes from the seconds before death, just scaring yourself.

But is this what death is?

He didn't feel any pain, no burning pain, and he heard the angry cries of Fire Youmon, and something seemed to be roaring around him. He only felt a tightness around his waist, and the downward trend had been stopped, and then it seemed like something was flying up with him.

He opened his eyes and saw a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old holding him with a grim face, and the young man stepped on a sword, which was very beautiful, like a rainbow. The young man held another sword in his hand, and this sword was extremely strange, as if it had been bitten by a bug, and it was tattered.

"Immortal Master, are you an Immortal Master?" the woodcutter cried out excitedly, and he caught a glimpse of many Yumon rising from the hot magma into the sky, and the flames were all over the sky, and they were chasing after them overwhelmingly.

"Immortal Master, can you go and save my child? You can leave me alone, just save my child, okay?" If he could, he wanted to kneel down and beg, he was a father, if he wanted to choose a person to live, he would definitely choose his child without hesitation.

"Uncle, don't move, I'll go and save him. ”

Mu Yu could no longer watch the woodcutter fall into the magma and become the nourishment of Fire Yumon. Even though this was the lair of Fire Youmon, and there were a lot of Fire Youmon, he still had to try. He was angry in his heart, not only because of Huo Youmeng, but also because of what the yellow-clothed immortal master had done just now, in front of Huo Youmeng, that guy actually coerced other mortals to die first.

The Shadow Splitting Sword was full of blue light, and slashed at several Fire Youmeng, slashing down the few Fire Youmeng who were the first to catch up, knocking down the other Fire Youmeng flying up below. He took advantage of the momentum and walked towards the little boy, and the wood spirit conjured a branch from his body, which instantly caught the little boy and pulled him over, and the woodcutter hurriedly hugged the little boy tightly.

"Xiaomo is fine, it's okay, the immortal master has come to save us. The middle-aged woodcutter took the little boy in his arms, his body trembled, and when his son returned to him, he was content.

Mu Yu saw the sober yellow-clothed immortal master, that guy's eyes were full of desire to survive, he seemed to see a savior, and stretched out his hand towards Mu Yu.

"Your Excellency, help me!" shouted the yellow-clothed cultivator eagerly.

Mu Yu's eyes were full of disgust, this kind of selfish guy, a stupid person who regarded mortal life as a mustard, should not have lived. More and more fire Yumon was already screaming and pounced, he clearly felt the discomfort of the Wood Spirit Sword, it didn't like the flames either.

Mu Yu turned around and wanted to leave, but the woodcutter hesitated and said, "Immortal Master, can you save that unconscious Immortal Master?" He was injured by Huo Youmeng just now to protect us, he is a good man......

No wonder the unconscious cultivator was so badly injured, it turned out that he was there to protect these mortals. Mu Yu didn't want to save these two cultivated guys, he was very close to the exit at the moment, if he only took the father and son out, there was an eighty or ninety chance to escape. Those Fire Yumon were still flying upward, and they couldn't catch up with Mu Yu.

But the woodcutter's words made him grit his teeth and go to the other side again. He knew that if he delayed like this, there might be some obstacles to escaping again, but he also had his own rules in his heart, he could ignore the selfish yellow-clothed cultivator, but if the other unconscious cultivator was really as the woodcutter said, then that person was worth saving.

"My lord, help me. Seeing Mu Yu rushing over again, the yellow-clothed immortal master immediately shouted with ecstasy.

Mu Yu rolled up the unconscious cultivator again, the person's breath was faint, and he was already dying. He hesitated, and brought the man in yellow with him by the way. Maybe this guy is selfish, but after all, he is a member of the human race, and since they are all here, let's give him a while!

With four people, Mu Yu obviously felt a sense of hardship, and his speed immediately slowed down. He also had to deal with flames coming from all directions, and to him, flames were the thing he hated the most. Several Fire Yumon had already pounced, being split by his Shadow Splitting Sword and falling, but countless Fire Yumon rushed forward one after another.

He turned and flew towards the exit, and was about to rush out of the hole, but the flames in the sky sprayed like poisonous snakes, and his body froze, and by the time he tried to continue, the hole was blocked by a fire Yumon!

"I didn't expect there to be a fish that slipped through the net, it's not easy!" Huo Yumeng's body flashed with monstrous flames, staring fiercely at Mu Yu.

Mu Yu's heart sank, he knew that this was not good.