A Sword Through the Nine Heavens Chapter 267: Umon Entertainment’s Tools (Part 2)
"Father, I am afraid."
The little boy gripped the middle-aged woodcutter's clothes tightly. Shui Lingling's eyes were full of fear, and he dared not look at Huo Youmeng. Every child has heard of Eumon’s legend more or less. Their evil has long been rooted in the little boy’s heart. Now that he sees the Huo Youmen demon with his own eyes, his inner panic has reached the extreme.
"Don't be afraid of little Mo, there's a daddy." The middle-aged woodcutter guarded the little boy. He glanced at Huo Youmeng tremblingly, and then looked at the white-clothed repairman lying on the ground unconsciously. , And then caught a glimpse of Master Huang Yi who was a little gloomy around him. Only immortal masters with extraordinary means can defeat the Youmen Demon Clan, but the two immortal masters around them are not the opponents of these Fire Youmen Demon Clan at all, and one of them was beaten into a coma.
"The four of you, who is going to come first? Jie Jie! Just walk down the single-plank bridge, and I will let you go." Huo Youmeng said squatly again, as if looking at a few Like toys, his cracked face can also tell that his expression is very playful, he is thinking which toy he wants to go up first.
"You two mortals go first, the lives of mortals are worthless."
, the sober fairy master in Huangyi pushed the woodcutter a bit. He is a cultivator of the Golden Core stage, but he does not have any backhand ability in front of Huo Youmeng. He knew Huo Youmeng's methods, it was basically impossible to escape, but he still had a trace of luck and didn't want to die so fast.
"Master, this..."
The middle-aged woodcutter winced, lamenting in his heart. After all, the man in yellow is an aloof immortal master. He is just a mortal without the power to bind a chicken. The status and status of the two are completely different, even if he doesn't want to.
"Stop talking nonsense, you mortals will die if they die, and immortality will become a burden to us!" The fairy master Huang Yi said viciously. Like most cultivators, the lives of mortals are worthless in their eyes.
The middle-aged woodman sighed and shook his head slightly. Everyone said that the immortal master was to fight against the Demon Yumen and protect the human race. However, the immortal master in front of him had pushed them out as a shield to survive, which made him feel very helpless.
The middle-aged woodman lowered his head and said to the little boy lovingly: "Xiao Mo, you are waiting here, Dad will be back soon."
"Father, where are you going? I'll go 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, Xiaomo, the fairy will protect you."
The middle-aged woodcutter glanced at Master Huangyi, and he could only comfort him. Since he was a child, he told his son that when he met the Youmen Demon Clan, he would be safe as long as there was an immortal master, and his son also believed in the immortal master. But when he really met the Immortal Master and the Youmen Demon Race, he discovered that the Immortal Master was no match for the Youmen Demon Race, and even pushed them out to die in order to survive.
He stood up tremblingly, and walked toward Huo Youmeng in a panic. He couldn't help it, so many people were arrested, most of them were mortals with no cultivation base, only two were immortal masters with cultivation base. However, these majestic immortal masters are not the opponents of the Youmen Demon Race, one of them is still injured and unconscious, and only one immortal master is still threatening him. Now if he does not go, then his son can only go.
A total of more than 20 mortals were arrested. Every time Huo Youmeng would ask a 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 demon races, but the two immortal masters they encountered had no means at all. The yellow-clothed fairy even forced everyone to order in order to survive. , Let them go to death one by one according to Youmon's request!
The tiny single-plank bridge is extremely hot, and the feet are burned unbearably when stepping on it. How can those mortals get past?
Countless people were buried in the magma below, becoming a tool for Huo Youmeng to mock and make fun. Under the intimidation of the immortal master and the Huoyoumen demon clan, the captured mortals were buried in the magma. The number of them 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 go to walk the single-plank bridge first. Another fairy master was in a coma, and a sober fairy master in yellow was threatening them viciously. He has no way at all.
"Master, please save my child if you can escape." The woodcutter turned his head and pleaded.
"Don't talk nonsense, I can't guarantee that I will save you? Don't dream." Master Huang Yi sipped hard, his face extremely cold.
The middle-aged woodman showed endless despair, and secretly prayed that other fairy teachers would come here to save his child. He glanced at his child reluctantly, his eyes filled with pity, he hated his inability to protect his son.
"Little Mo, take good care of the unconscious fairy master, you know?" the middle-aged woodcutter finally urged. In fact, his words are completely unnecessary. How can a child protect an adult? If nothing else, after he dies, I am afraid that his son will be pushed to death by this fierce and evil fairy 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 the urging of Youmon, the middle-aged woodman glanced at his son for the last time, hoping that his son would be reborn in a wealthy family in the next life, without having to suffer with him. He trembled down the steps and came to the end of the log bridge.
The middle-aged woodcutter poked his head out a little and looked down. Many fires below were drilled in the magma, and the magma that could incinerate the human race at that moment was not affected by them at all. He stood in front of the single-plank bridge, but did not dare to continue walking up, so many people
He couldn't go over, how could he go?
"Hurry up!" Huo Youmeng smiled evilly, and a spark splashed on the woodcutter's back, casting a big hole in his clothes. The woodman screamed in pain, and walked up tremblingly.
He lives by catching firewood. He wears straw sandals under his feet. When the straw sandals meet the hot single-plank bridge, it suddenly emits a burnt smell. He has just taken the second step, and the straw sandals have already burst into flames, which burns his soles , Made him hum painfully. He hurriedly rubbed his straw sandals off, but he regretted it immediately. When he touched the log bridge with his bare feet, his feet were already burnt to black, and the soles of his feet could no longer hold on, and his body tilted and fell towards the magma. Go down.
He heard a lot of Huo Youmeng laughing and cheering frantically. He was so helpless, but at the last moment, all his son Xiaomo was in his head. The thought of his son going to his back soon made him feel sad. It should only be an instant to be swallowed by the hot magma, and to die in an instant, it's not a big deal.
Death is not terrible, most of the fear of death comes from the few seconds before death, just scaring yourself.
But is this death?
He didn't feel any pain, there was no burning pain, he heard Huo Youmeng's angry scream, and something seemed to be roaring around. He only felt that his waist was tight, and the downward trend had been stopped, and then something seemed to take him to fly up quickly.
He opened his eyes and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man holding him grimly. The young man was stepping on a sword, which was very beautiful, like a rainbow. And the young man held another sword in his hand. This sword was extremely weird, as if it had been bitten by a bug, and it was ragged.
"Master, are you a master?" The woodcutter cried excitedly. He glanced at a lot of Youmon rising from the hot magma, the flames filled the sky, and the sky was chasing them.
"Master, can you save my child? You can leave me alone, save my child, can you?" If it is possible, he wants to kneel down and beg, he is a father, If you want to choose a person to live, he will definitely choose his child without hesitation.
"Uncle, don't move, I will save him."
Kiba couldn't help but watch the woodcutter fall into the magma and become the nourishment for Huo Youmen. Even if this is the home of Huo Youmeng, there are so many Huo Youmeng, but he still wants to try. He was angry not only because of Huo Youmeng, but also because of what the fairy master in Huangyi had done earlier. In front of Huo Youmeng, that guy actually threatened other mortals to die first.
The shadow sword was blue and bright, and it smashed down several Huo Youmeng fiercely, and knocked down the fire Youmeng who was the first to catch up, and knocked down the other Huo Youmeng flying upward. . He took advantage of the momentum to move towards the little boy, and a branch turned out of Mu Ling's body, which instantly caught the little boy and pulled him over. The woodcutter quickly hugged the little boy tightly.
"Xiao Mo is okay, it's okay, the fairy is here to save us." The middle-aged woodcutter held the little boy in his arms and trembled, his son returned to his side, and he was content.
Kiyu saw the sober fairy master in Huangyi. His eyes were full of survival. He seemed to have seen a savior and reached out to Kiyu.
"My lord, help me!" the yellow cultivator shouted eagerly.
Kiba’s eyes are full of disgust. This kind of selfish guy, a stupid person who regards mortal life as a must, shouldn’t live. More and more Huo Youmeng screamed and rushed over. He clearly felt the discomfort of the Wood Spirit Sword, and it didn't like these flames either.
Kiha turned and wanted to leave, but the woodman hesitated and said, "Master, can you save the unconscious Master? He was injured by Huo Youmen just to protect us. He is a good man. ……"
It's no wonder that the comatose cultivator was injured so badly. It turns out that he was trying to protect these mortals. Kiba didn't want to save these two cultivators. He was very close to the exit at this moment. If he only took the father and son out, he would have ten chances to escape. Those Huo Youmeng are still flying upwards~IndoMTL.com~ They can't catch up with Kiba.
But the woodcutter's words made him gritted his teeth and went to the opposite side again. He knows that such a delay may cause some obstruction if he wants to escape again, but he also has his own rules in his heart. He can ignore the selfish yellow cultivator, but if another comatose cultivator is really as the woodcutter said. , Then that person is worthy of being saved.
"My lord, help me." Seeing Ki Yu rushing over again, Master Huang Yi shouted ecstatically.
Kiba once again rolled up the unconscious cultivator, his breath was weak, and he was dying. He hesitated and brought the man in yellow by the way. Maybe this guy is selfish, but he is a member of the human race after all. Since they are all here, let's take him for a while!
With the four people, Kiba obviously felt a sense of difficulty, and the speed quickly came down. He also has to deal with flames from all directions, for him, flame is his most annoying thing. Several Huo Youmeng had already rushed over, were split by his shadow sword, and fell down, but countless Huo Youmeng rushed forward one after another.
He turned and flew towards the exit, and he was about to rush out of the cave entrance, but the sky full of flames sprayed over like a poisonous snake, stagnating his body, and when he wanted to continue forward, the entrance was A fire Yumeng was blocked!
"Unexpectedly, there would be fish that slipped through the net. Jiejie, not easy!" Huo Youmeng's body flashed with monstrous flames, staring at Ki Yu fiercely.
Kiba's heart sank
He knew it was not good.