Chapter 267 Tools of Youmeng Entertainment (Part 2)
"Dad, I'm afraid."
The little boy grabbed the middle-aged woodcutter's clothes tightly, with fear in his watery eyes, and did not dare to look at Huo Yumeng. Every child has heard of the legend of Yumeng at one time or another. They
The evil has already taken root in the little boy's heart. Now that he saw the Huoyumen demon clan with his own eyes, the panic in his heart has reached the extreme.
"Don't be afraid, Xiao Mo, daddy 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 they came to the yellow-clothed immortal master with a gloomy expression, the only ones who could defeat the Yumeng Demon Clan were immortal masters with extraordinary abilities. However, the two immortal masters beside them were no match for these Huoyumeng Demon Clan. One of them was even beaten.
Comatose.
"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 in a solemn tone again, as if he was looking at a few toys.
You can tell from his chapped face that his expression is very playful, as he is thinking about which toy to put 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 Youmeng. He knew Huo Youmeng’s methods, and basically wanted to escape.
It was impossible, 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. Their statuses are 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!" Huangyi Immortal Master said 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 only wanted to fight against the Yumeng demon clan and protect the human race. But the immortal master in front of him pushed them mortals out as a shield in order to survive.
This 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 had told his son since he was a child that when he encountered the Yumeng demon clan, he would be safe as long as the immortal master was there, and his son also believed deeply in the immortal master.
Doubtful. But when he actually met the Immortal Master and the Yumon Demon Clan, he discovered that the Immortal Master was no match for the Yumen Demon Clan, and even pushed them to death in order to survive.
He stood up tremblingly and walked toward Huo Youmeng in fear. He had no choice. So many people were arrested, most of them were mortals without cultivation, and only two were with cultivation.
Immortal Master. But these normally majestic Immortal Masters are 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
Only his son can go.
A total of more than twenty mortals were captured, and each time Huo Youmeng would ask one person to stand up and go to the single-plank bridge. Everyone was unwilling and hoped that the immortal master could use his power to kill these Youmen demons, but
The two immortal masters they met had no means at all. The yellow-clothed immortal master even forced everyone to sort them in order to survive, and asked them to go and die according to Yu Meng's request one by one!
The tiny single-plank bridge was so hot that even your feet would be unbearably burned when you stepped on it. How could those mortals walk across it?
Countless people were buried in the magma below and became a tool for Huo Yumeng to ridicule and amuse themselves. Under the intimidation of the immortal master and the Huo Yumeng demon clan, the captured mortals were buried in the magma. The number of people was getting smaller and smaller. Now finally
It's 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 still save you? Stop dreaming." The immortal master in yellow spat hard, 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, his words were completely unnecessary. How could a child protect an adult? If nothing happens, wait.
After his death, he was afraid that his son would 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. He trembled as 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 fires below that were drilling through the magma. 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 didn’t dare to continue walking up. So many people couldn’t walk over, how could he possibly walk over?
"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 away tremblingly.
Go up.
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 rubbed 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, and his body tilted.
Fell into the lava.
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. When he thought about his son, he would also step on the road later.
His retreat was filled with grief. It should have only been a matter of a moment to be swallowed up by the hot magma. It was not a big deal to die in an instant.
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 Youmeng'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
It was as if something was flying upwards quickly with him.
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 holding a sword. The sword was very beautiful, like a rainbow. In the young man's hand was a sword.
Holding another sword, 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 definitely choose his child without hesitation.
"Uncle, please don't move. I will save him."
Mu Yu could no longer watch the woodcutter fall into the magma and become the nourishment of 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 in his heart, not only because
Huo Youmeng, because of what the yellow-clothed immortal master just did, in front of Huo Youmeng, that guy actually forced other mortals to die first.
The Split Shadow Sword was ablaze with green light, and it struck down several Huo Yumeng fiercely, knocking down the first few Huo Yumeng who caught up, and knocking down other Huo Yumeng flying upwards below. He borrowed
The force moved towards the little boy, and a branch appeared from the wood spirit, which 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 desire for survival. He seemed to have seen a savior and stretched out his hand towards Mu Yu.
"Sir, help me!" The cultivator in yellow shouted urgently.
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. More and more Huo Youmeng were screaming and rushing towards him. He clearly felt that
The Wood Spirit Sword is uncomfortable, and it doesn't like these flames.
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 didn't want to save these two cultivators at first. He was very close to the exit at the moment. If he only took the father and son out,
, you can escape if you have a **10 chance. Those Huo Yumeng are still flying upwards, they can't catch up with Mu Yu.
But the woodcutter's words made him grit his teeth and head towards the opposite side again. He knew that with such a delay, there might be some obstacles to his escape, but he also had his own principles in his heart, and he could ignore the selfish Huang.
But if the other comatose cultivator is as the woodcutter said, then that person is worth saving.
"Sir, help me." The immortal master in yellow 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 dying. He hesitated for a moment and brought the man in yellow over. Maybe this guy was selfish, but he was a member of the human race after all.
Members, since they are all here, let’s give him a ride!
With four people, Mu Yu obviously 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 thing he hated the most. Several Huo Yumeng had already attacked
It came over, was split open by his Shadow Sword, and fell down. However, countless Huoyumeng 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. Jie Jie, it's not easy!" Huo Youmeng's body was flashing with monstrous flames and he stared at Mu Yu fiercely.