My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

In the auditorium at this time, countless players were dumbfounded.

"This bunch of melon skins... actually resisted?"

"Oh my God, can't even Brother Madara's True Cursed Wheel Tomb Demon Prison kill them? 39

"Ah, what the hell is the reason for this? Why do these melon skins keep doing radio exercises there, but they get stronger and stronger? Is there any reason for this? 35

"Hehe, are you happy? This is the embodiment of the legendary theory of evolution! Faced with the unreasonable bombardment-like attacks, the weak are gradually eliminated. Of the 30,000 players at the beginning, only one in a hundred survived. Three hundred people were killed! However, those who survived were all real strong men! What happened to the strong men who could resist the real magic spell? It's reasonable to say "nine seven three", okay?"

"Reasonable as a hammer, didn't these melon skins do anything well in the whole process except talk and dance? 35

"You don't understand this, do you? Now who is serious about cultivating, the more serious you are, the weaker you are! And the more melon skin and happy skin, the stronger you are! Don't accept it? If you don't agree, look at No. 10 Bear Juice in the arena, from the beginning to the present, does anyone dare to challenge? Has anyone? Huh?

In the auditorium, many players couldn't help discussing, some couldn't understand, some explained, some vomited blood, and they wanted to take advantage of the chaos to steal other people's flowers.

Although many players are very confused, almost all players have to admit that the last 300 players who survived are indeed the real strong!

In every sense of the word...

"Boom!!!" At this time, one hundred three people merged into the only broadcasting exercise army player, with silver light shining all over their bodies, and the power of the law of space continued to flow through the whole body, but they were extremely proficient, and they performed the broadcasting exercises in a uniform manner. Looking at Senju Madara, every player is extremely confident and provocative!

Just like Senju Madara has lost!

In fact, when the Tomb Demon Prison failed to kill the three hundred melon skins, Senju Madara knew that his current self did not have enough strength to kill all the three hundred melon skins!

But who am I?

I am the first Devil Cultivator! Senju Madara!

"Okay! I, Senju Madara, recognize your strength! 55

"During the entire five-test era, I, Senju Madara, would like to call you... the most enduring warriors! As for the three hundred of you, I will call you..."

"Three hundred warriors!"

Senju Madara opened his mouth slowly, word by word, and said seriously.

The 300 melon skins in front of me... Ahhh, they are the 300 warriors of Tiaozao, indeed heaven-defying! Even Senju Madara has to admit that he has no way to kill them!

"Fuck!"

"Three hundred brave warriors?"

"Oh, can it still be like this?

"This scene is so familiar, right?

"I, Lord Madara, would like to call you the most enduring warriors? Why do I feel that Brother Madara is driving?"

"Wake up, you are even more abnormal than these gangs of jumping on the radio, and you can think of driving?

The audience players were speechless, but at the same time couldn't help but think.

Could it be that……

Brother Madara is really at the end of his rope? Will he be exhausted by these 300 radio broadcasts?

And the players of the 300 Broadcasting Corps are also in ecstasy!

"Hahaha, Brother Madara is dying!"

"Hey hey hey, I knew, Brother Madara couldn't take it anymore!

"True, no one outlasts us, nonexistent, nonexistent!

"We won, we finally won!"

"Hahaha, are we going to be the first existence to defeat the old king?"

"Daddy just said, our Broadcasting Corps is invincible, okay?""

The players of the 300 Broadcasting Exercise Corps were all very happy and began to fill their cups in ecstasy, and they were even ready to line up for a while to sit on the throne and experience the king's feeling. 0.....

But at this moment...

"But you are still bound to lose! 55

"Purgatory Life and Death Pupil Stream...Different Dimension Teleportation!!!35

Senju Madara whispered softly, and then directly activated the terrifying power of the law of space, and instantly transferred the three hundred players of the Broadcasting Exercise Corps to the chaotic space!

"???" The players of the 300 Broadcasting Exercise Corps were instantly stunned!

who am I?

where am I?

what happened?

Didn't daddy win?

why……

But suddenly appeared in this strange space?

"Ahhh!

"Fuck, I can't bear it, I really can't bear it!""

"Sine! I want Sine, ah!"

It's just that ten breaths are not enough, and the 300 players of the Broadcasting Exercise Legion in the chaotic different space are wiped out immediately!

Although Senju Madara doesn't have enough strength to kill these broadcasting players, but it doesn't mean... the extremely terrifying place of chaotic space can't do it!

Who said that if you kill the opponent in 4.3, you will lose?

Isn't it over by throwing them backhand into the chaotic space?

So looking at the empty arena, Senju Madara raised his hand and struck, and the sound that played the breath of the marten on a loop for 10,000 times was blown away!

"Ah, it's finally quiet!" With the disappearance of the BGM, Senju Madara finally nodded with satisfaction, and sat back on the throne again.

"? 99 watched this scene, and the entire Shenmu Valley was silent.

Also...can I still do this trick?

but……

It is indeed quiet!

Ah, the whole world feels clean without the melon skin that just did the radio exercises!