A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

　　 "Dad, I'm afraid."

　　The little boy grabbed the middle-aged woodman's clothes tightly, and there was panic in Shuiling Ling's eyes, so he dared not go to see Yumeng. According to the legend of Yumeng, every child has heard more or less that their evil has long been rooted in the heart of the little boy. Now that he has witnessed the Huomeng Demon Clan with his own eyes, his inner panic has reached the extreme.

"Don't be afraid of Xiao Mo, there is a dad." The middle-aged woodman guarded the little boy behind his back. He glanced at Huoyoumen with a trembling look, and then looked at the white monk lying unconscious on the ground with concern, and then glanced. To the yellow-faced fairy master with a dark face. The only magician capable of defeating the Yumon Demon Clan is the extraordinary magician, but the two fairy masters beside them are not opponents of these fire Yumon Demon Clan at all, and one of them has been stunned.

"Which of you four, who will come first? Jie Jie! Just walk the one-way bridge, and I will let you go after you." The Huoyoumen Mozu said again, as if looking at a few toys, The chapped face can also know that his expression is very teasing, he is thinking about which toy to get up first.

　　 "The two of you mortals go first, the lives of mortals are worthless."

　　 The sober Huang Yixian next to him pushed the woodman. He was a Jindan monk, but he had no backhand ability in front of Huoyoumeng. He knew Huo Yumeng's means, and it was basically impossible to escape, but he still had a luck and did not want to die so fast.

　　 "Fairy Master, this..."

　　 The middle-aged woodman flinched, lamenting. After all, the yellow man is a high fairy, he is just a mortal who has no power, and the status of the two is very different, even if he does not want to.

　　 "Little nonsense, you mortals will die, and death will become our cumbersome!" Huang Yixian master said viciously. Like most self-cultivators, the lives of mortals are worthless in their eyes.

　　The middle-aged woodman sighed and shook his head slightly. Everyone said that the fairy master was to fight against the Yumon demons and protect them. But the immortal master in front of him is to push their mortal to serve as a shield, which makes him feel helpless.

　　The middle-aged woodman bowed his head and said lovingly to the little boy: "Xiao Mo, you are waiting here, Dad will come back immediately."

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

　　 "Don't be afraid of Xiao Mo, the fairy master will protect you."

　　 Middle-aged woodman glanced at Master Huang Yi, he could only comfort him. From an early age, he told his son that when he met the Yumon demons, he would be safe as long as there was a fairy master, and his son believed in the fairy master. But when he really met the fairy master and the Yumon demon clan, he discovered that the fairy master was no match for the Yumon demon clan, and even pushed them to death to survive.

　　 He stood up tremblingly and walked toward the fire with fear and trembling. He could not help, so many people were arrested, most of them were mortals who did not cultivate, and only two were fairy masters who cultivated. But these majestic fairy princes on weekdays were not opponents of the Yumon demons. One of them was still injured and unconscious. Only one fairy prince was still threatening him. Now if he does not go, then only his son can go.

　　A total of more than twenty mortals were arrested. Every time Huomeng will let a person stand up and go to the Dumu Bridge. Everyone is unwilling, hoping that the fairy master can kill these Yumon demons with great prestige, but the two fairy masters they met have no means at all, and the yellow dress fairy master even ordered everyone to live. , Let them go to die one by one according to Yu Meng's request!

　　 The tiny one-piece bridge is extremely hot, and the feet on it are too hot to bear. How can those mortals walk through?

　　Countless people were buried in the magma below, becoming a tool for Huoyoumen to laugh at and have fun. Under the intimidation of Immortal Master and Huoyoumen Demon Clan, the mortals caught were buried in magma. The number is getting smaller and smaller, and now it is their turn.

The middle-aged woodman didn’t want to die, but there were only four people left. He couldn’t let his son go to the one-way bridge first. Another fairy master was unconscious, and a sober yellow fairy threatened them fiercely. He didn’t Any way.

　　 "Fairy Master, please be sure to save my child if you can escape." The woodcutter pleaded.

　　 "Less nonsense, I can't guarantee myself to save you? Stop dreaming." Master Huang Yi gave a hard sip and his face was extremely cold.

　　Middle-aged woodman showed endless despair and secretly prayed that other fairy masters would come here to save their children. He glanced at his child reluctantly, all eyes were full of pity, he hated his inability to protect his son.

　　 "Xiao Mo, take good care of the unconscious fairy master, you know?" The middle-aged woodman finally told him. In fact, his words are completely superfluous. How could a child protect an adult? If there is no accident, after his death, I am afraid that his son will be pushed out to death by this fierce fairy master.

　　 "Knowing dad, you must come back!" The little boy said tightly, leaning on the wall, hugging his knees.

　　At the urging of Yumeng, the middle-aged woodman finally glanced at his son, hoping that his son would be reincarnated to a wealthy family in his next life without having to suffer with him. He walked down the stairs tremblingly and reached the end of the Dumu Bridge.

　　The middle-aged woodman looked out a bit and glanced down. A lot of fire Yumeng was drilling in the magma. The magma that could burn the human race at that moment had no effect on them. He stood in front of the Dumu Bridge, but he didn’t dare to go up, so many people

He couldn't walk past, how could he walk past?

　　 "Hurry up!" Huo You smiled evilly, and a Mars splashed on the woodcutter's back, and burnt a big hole in his clothes. The woodman cried out in pain, and walked up tremblingly.

He made a living by playing firewood, wearing straw sandals under his feet. The straw sandals met a hot one-piece bridge, and suddenly emitted a burning smell. He had just taken the second step, and the straw sandals had burst into flames. The flames burned his soles and let him Hummed. He scrambled off the straw sandals, but he regretted it immediately. When his bare feet were touching the dug bridge, his feet were already burnt to black, and his soles could no longer hold on. His figure was crooked and fell towards the magma. Go on.

　　 He heard many fire Yumeng laughed wildly, cheering, he was so helpless, at the last moment, his son was all in the figure. When he thought that his son would step back in time, he felt a sorrow in his heart. It should only be a matter of moments to be swallowed up by the hot magma, it will die in an instant, and it is no big deal.

　　 Death is not terrible, most of the fear of death comes from the few seconds before death, and it is just scaring myself.

　　 But is this death?

　　 He didn't feel any pain, no burning pain, he heard Huo Yumeng's angry cry, and there seemed to be something roaring around him. He only felt a tight waist, and the trend of falling has been stopped, and then something seemed to take him to fly up quickly.

　　 He opened his eyes and saw a 17- or 18-year-old young man holding him with a serious face. The young man stepped on a sword, which was very beautiful, like a rainbow. The young man was holding another sword in his hand. This sword was extremely weird, as if it were bitten by insects, and it was ragged.

　　 "Xian Shi, are you Xian Shi?" The woodcutter cried excitedly. He glanced and saw many Yumeng rising from the hot magma, the flames were skyrocketing, chasing them towards them.

"Sister Master, can you save my child? Can you save my child without me? Is it okay?" If he could, he wanted to kneel and beg. He is a father, if he wants to choose If a person is alive, he will choose his child without hesitation.

　　 "Uncle, don't disturb me, I will save him."

　　 Muyu couldn't help watching the woodman fall into the magma and become Huo Yumeng's nourishment. Even if this is Huo Yumeng's nest, there are many Huo Yumeng, but he has to try. He was angry, not only because of Huo Yumeng, but also because of what the yellow-colored fairy master had just done. In front of Huo Yumeng, that guy actually threatened other mortals to die first.

　　 The shadow sword was blue, and he slashed fiercely at several fire Yumengs. He cut the first fire Yumengs who caught up first, and knocked down the other fire Yumengs flying upward. He took the opportunity to head towards the little boy. A branch was formed on Mu Ling's body, which instantly caught the little boy and pulled him over. The woodcutter hugged the little boy quickly.

　　 "Xiao Mo is okay, it's okay, Master Xian is here to save us." The middle-aged woodcutter held the little boy in his arms, trembling steadily, and the son returned to himself, and he was content.

　　 Muyu saw the sober yellow fairy, the guy's eyes were full of survival, he seemed to see the savior, reaching out to Muyu.

　　 "Sir, save me!" the yellow dresser shouted eagerly.

　　 Muyu's eyes were full of disgust. Such selfish and selfish guys, stupid people who regard mortal life as a mustard, should not have been alive. More and more fire Yumeng has screamed and threw over. He clearly felt the discomfort of the wooden spirit sword, and it did not like these flames.

　　 Muyu twisted and wanted to leave, but the woodman hesitated and said, "I can save the unconscious fairy, Master Xian? He was injured by Huomeng just to protect us. He is a good person..."

　　 No wonder that the comatose innocence was so badly wounded that it was to protect these mortals. Muyu didn't want to save these two guys who had a cultivation base. He was very close to the exit at the moment. If he only took the father and son out, he would have 10 chances to escape. Those fire Yumeng are still flying up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They can't catch up with Muyu.

　　 But the woodcutter's words caused him to gritt his teeth, and walked towards the opposite side again. He knew that after such a delay, there might be some obstructions in trying to escape, but he also has his own rules. He can ignore the selfish and self-serving yellow dress comprehension, but if the other unconscious comprehension is really as the woodman said , Then that person is worth saving.

　　 "Sir, save me." Huang Xian Shi saw Mu Yu rushed over again and shouted ecstatically.

　　 Muyu rolled up the comatose invigorator again, the person's breath was weak, and he was dying. He hesitated and brought the yellow man by the way. Maybe this guy is selfish and selfish, but after all, he is a member of the human race.

　　With four people, Muyu clearly felt a sense of strenuousness, and the speed was about to come down. He also had to deal with flames coming from all directions. For him, flames were his most annoying thing. Several Huo Yumeng had already rushed over, split by his shadow sword, and fell, but countless Huoyoumen went forward and rushed up.

He turned and flew toward the exit, and he was about to rush out of the hole, but the flames of the sky sprayed like a poisonous snake, and his body was stagnant. When he wanted to continue forward, the hole was already fired by a fire Meng was blocked!

　　 "Unexpectedly, there are still fishes that are leaking out of the net, Jie Jie, not easy!" Huo Yumeng's body flashed monstrous flames, staring fiercely at Muyu.

　　 Muyu's heart sank

, He knew it was not good.