My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"Damn, Brother Ming is finally going to make a move!"

"Oh my god, how will Brother Ming resist such a big tsunami?"

"Hot pot, music, a sip of 82-year-old Bingling Wine, and watching Brother Ming's best performance! 35

Quite a few players did run out of strength. At this time, they all skillfully found a comfortable position to lie down, and watched He Yiming's performance with peace of mind.

"Brother Ming, come on!"

"Beat this idiot X Primordial Flood!

"Brother Ming, what pose will you use to pretend to be B this time? Daddy's recording and screenshot functions are already ready to go!

All players have absolute confidence in He Yiming!

This scene surprised the ancient people.

In the previous battles, the heaven-defying combat power of these He Yiming disciples has deeply shocked every ancient citizen!

However, now, in the face of the most terrifying power of this prehistoric natural disaster, at this most desperate moment, all the disciples who have fought until now are full of absolute confidence in He Yiming!

"Master He Yiming..." The youth with broken horns, and the little boy Yi Qiqi raised their heads and looked at the figure of He Yiming.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The 100,000-meter-long prehistoric natural disaster turned into a majestic and terrifying tsunami that covered the sky, and crashed down!

If this strike hits the ground, it is enough to level the entire ground to a depth of a thousand meters, and razed a radius of a hundred miles to the ground!

This strike is also the strongest strike that the Great Desolate Flood has condensed so far!

All eyes are on He Yiming, 690 wants to know...

He Yiming, what can I use to resist?

"..." He Yiming turned his eyes without saying a word.

More than 10,000 players looked at him together, full of absolute trust in him.

He Yiming looked again.

More than five million ancient people looked at him together, and countless figures were praying for him with their palms folded, and all pairs of expectant eyes fell on him.

Because I am all their hope and all their future!

"Perhaps, there is a reason why the system's reward is Azure Emperor Immortal Body and destiny Technique Lord of Luck!"

At this moment, He Yiming thought.

Heavenly Dao, the five disasters, is to exterminate the human race!

The human race has survived in a humble, difficult and painful way until now, but it will be completely wiped out by the Heavenly Dao Five Plagues!

However……

The bridge to the other shore, but sent myself and the players to this ancient era!

In this ancient era, I'm afraid...

I am the only one who controls the Azure Emperor Immortal Body and destiny Technique Lord of Destiny!

After all, each player's Azure Emperor Immortal Body is taught by their own destiny Technique!

"Boom boom boom!!!" Between breaths, He Yiming's body suddenly erupted with an incomparably majestic aura!

First, a huge towering ancient tree with a size of 10,000 meters suddenly emerged!

At the next moment, He Yiming's body burst into bursts of incomparably majestic vitality and eternal (aiec) will!

Almost at the same time!

With the breath of He Yiming, from the player, from the body of more than five million ancient people, countless streamers of stars rose into the sky and gathered towards He Yiming!

These countless star streamers span the sky, converge into a river, and flow continuously to He Yiming!

This is luck!

The luck accumulated by the players, and the luck passed down to this day by more than five million ancient people!

At this moment, everything converges on He Yiming!

"Heavenly Dao wants to destroy the human race..."

"I, He Yiming, prefer a human life! 359

Following He Yiming's whispers, behind He Yiming, the towering ancient tree with a size of 10,000 meters began to grow bigger, bigger, and bigger again!

The breath of He Yiming's Azure Emperor Immortal Body is rapidly improving, improving, and improving again!

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by this earth-shattering roar!

He Yiming's Azure Emperor Immortal Body has finally broken through the limit of the Tiandan Realm, and has truly entered the Nascent Soul Realm level!

Behind He Yiming, the towering ancient tree, which was originally 10,000 meters high, transformed into a height of 100,000 meters!

"With me, He Yiming, here today, floods in the prehistoric world! You don't want to hurt anyone!!!" He Yiming roared to the sky, and the towering ancient tree with a height of 100,000 meters turned into thousands of branches and leaves, and even sent a huge tsunami from the sky, Keep it alive!

"Boom boom boom!" The black and purple torrent crushed down again and again, trying to break through again and again!

He Yiming erupted into a Nascent Soul-level Azure Emperor Immortal Body, carrying the will of all the players and all the ancient people, and turned into a towering ancient tree with a height of 100,000 meters, resisting the tsunami that covered the sky!

"Boom boom boom! 35

However, with the passage of time, the power of the Great Desolation's natural disaster is still increasing, and it actually began to suppress He Yiming's towering ancient tree little by little!

"Damn!"

"This prehistoric flood, can stepping on a horse strengthen it?"

"It's over! Brother Ming seems to be unable to stand it anymore!" 9

Many players were shocked, and a few players wanted to use their strength to support He Yiming, but soon staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Nearly 24 hours of intense battles have almost wiped out all the players.

"Brother Ming, hold on!

"Brother Ming, you are a real man, you must stand up! 35

"Brother Ming, come on, I believe Brother Ming is definitely the longest lasting! 35

So the players shouted loudly one after another. At this time, they could only shout with all their might, cheering for He Yiming!

The time of a stick of incense keeps passing.

The power of the prehistoric flood is rapidly increasing, improving, and increasing!

The power of the boundless and majestic tsunami has been fully doubled compared to before!

He Yiming's 100,000-meter-high towering ancient tree was almost crushed, and there were countless cracks all over the trunk of the huge ancient tree!

But He Yiming was still as calm as water, looking up at the sky.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the 100,000-meter tall towering ancient tree behind He Yiming finally couldn't support it and shattered!

At the next moment, the majestic and boundless black-purple torrent turned into a terrifying tsunami that could swallow the sky and change the sun, falling from the sky and crushing it!

"It's over!" All the ancient people knelt on the ground and closed their eyes in despair.

There were only two thin figures looking up at the sky.

Broken Horn Youth!

Little Boy Wings!

Both of them stared at He Yiming all the time.

"Three breaths left!" He Yiming whispered softly.

So at this time, He Yiming finally moved!

"Sword intent, cross the sky!"

"Sword intent, chasing the wind!"5

‘Sword intent, match!’”

"sword intent, break the army! 39

"Mood, Gravity!

"Artistic conception, formation!""

"Sword of Six Paths!!!"

He Yiming turned his palm, and the sword of Six Paths suddenly appeared in his hand!

"Again, the sword falls to the Galaxy Cluster!!!" With He Yiming's low roar, tens of thousands of Star swords suddenly emerged, and the sword wind turned against the sky!

"Kill!!!" at the next moment, following He Yiming's whispering voice, tens of thousands of Star swords flew into the air and directly bombarded the boundless tsunami!

"Crash!" The boundless black-purple torrent suddenly turned into a spinning drill, and crashed down!

"Bang bang bang!" "The prehistoric flood that turned into a drill bit, smashed all of He Yiming's tens of thousands of Star swords with one blow!

The full force of the sword of Six Paths hit the Galaxy Cluster against the sword, only blocking the flood of the flood for a breath!

"Wan Zuonenghu!!!" With a thought in He Yiming's mind, the gigantic Wan Zuonenghu reappeared. On his body, 888 powers of artistic conception flowed loudly, and he even held a sword of skyfire!

"Boom!!!" Wan Zuo Nenghu took a blow with the sword of skyfire, and hit the drill bit that was transformed by the flood of the flood!

"Bang!" at the next moment, Wan Zuoneng and the sword of Tianhuo were all crushed!

However, it once again blocked the flood of floods for a breath!

Although the time is only one last breath!

But if you can't hold back this breath!

All, still all must die!

"Brother Ming!!!" All the players raised their heads in unison, seeing the terrifying and boundless black-purple torrent that was about to crush their faces, they all exclaimed in unison!

But at this last moment, He Yiming, calm and breezy, struck again! Without saying a word, he unleashed the final blow!