My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"Buzzing..." A burst of Daoist sound suddenly rang out, instantly turning into a will in the minds of every player, the ancient people, and even He Yiming and Mu Xueying.

"You are entitled to live, leave quickly! Otherwise...

"Suppress without mercy!

In the depths of the prehistoric flood disaster, a voice unexpectedly appeared, resounding in the minds of everyone present.

The meaning of this sentence is very simple.

That is the natural disaster of the Great Desolation, which recognized the strength of He Yiming and the players, and allowed He Yiming and the players to leave alive!

"Then what about them?" He Yiming said lightly, pointing at the ancient people with his big hand.

"The ants and the weak insects must be suppressed!" The will slowly said in words that He Yiming and the players could understand.

"Hehe!" He Yiming laughed immediately.

This prehistoric flood is obviously bullying the weak and fearing the strong, seeing that he and the player are not easy to deal with, so he gave a way out!

As for the ancient people who have no ability to resist, they will naturally be completely wiped out.

Old Heavenly Dao is here!

"Master He Yiming..." The young man with broken horns looked up, and like all the other ancient people, they all looked at He Yiming and at the more than ten thousand Yan Huang Sect disciples.

No matter what choice He Yiming makes, all the ancient people will not hold a grudge!

To be able to fight to this point, all the ancient people are already grateful.

"Dear disciples, the natural disaster of the prehistoric world wants us to give up these five million lives!"

"Tell me aloud, disciples, what is your answer?"

He Yiming opened his mouth lightly.

Mu Xueying also looked at the players at this time.

Mu Xueying is absolutely sure that if standing here are geniuses from the upper realm, or any normal cultivator!

They will choose to abandon the ancient people without hesitation, and escape safely by themselves.

This is the right choice.

However……

"Natural disaster! Last year, I bought you a watch!!! All players roared in unison, and made international gestures in unison!

When the left arm is horizontal and the right arm is vertical, more than 10,000 middle fingers light up!

"You...you are looking for your own death!"

Although the natural disaster of the wilderness didn't know the meaning of the middle finger, and didn't understand the meaning of buying a watch, but he instantly understood the mighty fighting spirit of the players!

So the natural disaster of the Great Desolation directly closed that passage.

The flood of the Great Desolation has not changed, but unconsciously...

The number of water-shaped monsters is increasing, and the frequency of attacks is also increasing!

Obviously, the Flood of the Great Desolation may have given up on constant changes and made up its mind to fight a war of attrition!

Let's see who can last longer!

"..." Mu Xueying was speechless for a long time.

Mu Xueying found that not only could she not see through He Yiming's disciples, she could not even understand He Yiming's disciples.

Before, Wang Luffy was alone, and in order to save two ancient people, he implicated everyone!

However, no one blamed Wang Luffy!

Now, facing this completely invincible prehistoric natural disaster!

Every disciple of He Yiming made exactly the same choice!

Fight to the end!

Not for any benefit, nor for any chance, some, just a kind of simplicity, some, just a quality that Mu Xueying can't see in any normal cultivator!

"As expected of your disciples...they really look like you! He Yiming!" Mu Xueying raised her head, looked at He Yiming's figure, and couldn't help but smile.

at the same time……

"Your sister, it will take 23 hours to connect? It's poisonous!!!" Beef Noodles put on the virtual helmet again, looked at the time, and vomited blood.

"Hey, this kid in Purgatory, it's probably going to take 23 hours! Can he survive? Tsk tsk tsk, this kid is really miserable!"

"I can't help it, let's go out and eat a wave of revolving hot pot, ah, I haven't eaten for a long time!

The beef noodles went out skillfully...

at the same time……

In the ancient times, the Black Tortoise flower...

"Master!!!"

Purgatory looked at that half of the body, which gradually turned into a black and purple figure, and silently shed tears again.

How long do you have to bear such a huge pain? How long do you have to let Master bear it for yourself?

The hateful thing is...

I can't do anything by myself!

"No!"

"Master risked his life for me!

"How can I just look at it like this?"

"I want to be as powerful as Master! The same as shaking heaven and earth!

"Then... we must let go of all three views and ideas, as long as we can become stronger, we must use any means and methods! I will be like Master, breaking all the shackles of traditions and inherent concepts!" 5

Purgatory's thoughts circulated, the more he looked at the miserable figure of Master, the stronger the belief in Purgatory's heart!

So the next moment...

"Black Tortoise's Xiang! Give me...refinement!!!" Purgatory let out a low growl, and crazily activated the power of Talent!

At first, there were only sporadic Black Tortoise's flying slowly into the sky, slowly drifting towards purgatory!

But as time goes by, more and more Black Tortoises fly to Purgatory!

"Crack!"

"Crack!""

"Crack! 99

The huge essence power remaining in the Black Tortoise's Xiang is constantly being crushed, compressed, condensed, and then sucked into the body of Purgatory, turning into a part of Purgatory's power!

With every breath, the strength of Purgatory is constantly improving!

"Master, I finally understand why you brought me here...I didn't expect that Master would go to such pains for me..." The stronger the purgatory, the more the worship of beef noodles will increase!

Time is like water, passing quietly.

an hour...

two hours...

three hours

Ten hours!

When He Yiming opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but gasped.

The scale of the flood disaster has reached the heaven-defying level!

A huge torrent with a height of 40,000 meters is swirling at high speed, surrounding He Yiming and the players.

And the number of water-shaped monsters has increased to the point where they are densely packed and almost innumerable at a glance, and they are still increasing!

At this time, all the players are fighting hard, but all of them are exhausted, and their breath is also weak to the limit.

He Yiming took a look, and even Wang Lufei and the others were gasping for breath, and their complexions were also pale.

However, that prehistoric flood has been gathering strength, obviously waiting for an opportunity!

A chance for players to defeat all players in one fell swoop after exhausting them to Ultimate!

Many players also noticed it, but there was nothing they could do.

The scale of the Great Desolation Flood is simply too large!

Even if a ten-thousandth of the torrent that was enough to scour the entire land of the ancient times did not condense here, no matter how the players fought, it would not be able to reduce it by a single cent!

Another full hour has passed!

Then one stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense!

At the time when the flood of the Great Desolation receded, only the last incense stick was left...

The Great Desolation Disaster has finally moved!

"Boom!!!" The terrifying roar shook the entire earth, and the black-purple torrent rose from the ground, directly turning into a huge torrent of 100,000 meters!

And it erupted from all directions at the same time, turning into a Shrouding the Heavens tsunami that soared into the sky (Wang Nuo's) and came crashing down with an aura that crushed everything!

"Damn!"

The players were already exhausted at this time, only to find that the water-shaped monster suddenly stopped attacking, and thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, only to find out that this prehistoric flood launched the most powerful attack in history during the last incense stick. Strong onslaught!

"Oh my God!"

"Such a big tsunami?"

"Damn it, daddy is almost exhausted!"

All the players struggled to raise their heads, feeling powerless for a while.

This prehistoric disaster is so insidious, sending endless water-shaped monsters to consume the strength of the players, and only when all the players are exhausted, then the terror that shakes the world and destroys everything Power!

Once this wave of 100,000 meters falls, all players will go crazy!

Once all the players burp, the terrifying catastrophe will wipe out the entire city and its more than five million ancient names in an instant!

Just at this critical juncture!

He Yiming got up slowly.

"My disciples, you are doing very well!""

"Next, to Ben Sect Master!!!"