My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"!" He Yiming was stunned. The pure white mist appeared suddenly and evilly, without any warning at all.

Not only He Yiming was stunned, but the huge black-gray giant palm also stopped suddenly, as if it had encountered something extremely shocking!

However, at this time, what was more shocking than He Yiming was the players and audience watching the live broadcast.

Because just before the moment when the pure white mist appeared, whether it was an online player watching the live broadcast at the Yan Huang Sect Square on the 3rd floor of the God and Demon Tower, or the audience watching the live broadcast on Earth eating chicken legs and drinking happy water, they were instantly stunned. .

"Crack!" There was only a crisp sound, and all the live broadcast screens were completely white in an instant, turning into a snowflake.

The live broadcast... was interrupted!

Immediately, all the players and audience watching the live broadcast were blown away!

"Damn it, what's the situation? Why did Mingge close the live broadcast at the critical moment?"

"Zai Zai Mian, let Zai Zai Mian start a live broadcast!"

"Squeaky, the Zaizai people blew themselves up, didn't you see it? Wait, the Zaizai people themselves exploded in 08, but... But is the Zaizai noodles really dead?"

"What's the situation? How did Zai Zai noodles go offline? At this critical moment, get off the wool! 39

"I saw just now that a black-gray mist appeared from the prisoner's eyes? The mist turned into a vortex? The vortex still sticks out a big hand? And then? 35

"Is this the trump card of the jailer? Summon the Samsara Immortal Emperor if you can't beat it? How shameless!"

"No way? After nine Celestial Immortals, the jailer actually summoned the Samsara Immortal Emperor without wanting face? Isn't this BOSS too much? Isn't Gou planning inappropriate?"

"It's over, Brother Ming, this wave is going to be cold! Banxian hits Immortal Emperor, tick eight!"

The players watching the live broadcast and the audience were in an uproar, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't see any pictures.

So everyone could only yell at the planner and wait for the live broadcast to resume while vomiting blood.

At this time, in the narrow world.

"Where have I seen this mist?" He Yiming looked at the pure white mist around him, not only could he not see the huge black-gray palm, but He Yiming was pleasantly surprised to find that he could move!

However, in this vast expanse of pure white mist, He Yiming was completely unable to see and perceive anything one meter away.

But when he was in this endless pure white mist, He Yiming not only felt a sense of familiarity, but also a faint sense of peace of mind!

It was as if the despair and fear brought about by the appearance of the black-gray palm before had been swept away!

"!" At this moment, He Yiming accidentally discovered that his live broadcast was cut off, and even the system couldn't sense it.

It seems that the omnipotent system has always been, at this moment...

Fell into a deep sleep!

Suddenly, He Yiming thought of something, and then a smile appeared.

Although the guess in He Yiming's heart is simply outrageous to the point of Ultimate!

However, He Yiming chose to believe without hesitation.

So He Yiming didn't make any movements anymore, but stood quietly on the spot.

And at this time...

The sky above the narrow world.

"Who is it?" Deep in the huge black-gray vortex, the owner of the giant hand spoke hoarsely, with a touch of domineering and coldness.

In this narrow world, everything should be completely controlled by the master of the giant palm!

However, this pure white mist appeared strangely and filled the entire narrow world in an instant, and what was even more astonishing was that from the moment the pure white mist appeared...

The entire narrow world is no longer completely dominated and controlled by the master of the giant hand!

"What happened? Where did this mist come from?" The Zhenzhen Prison Great Emperor was also confused. He raised his head to look at his master, but found that his eyes were filled with pure white mist.

This mist seems to exist, but it is not affected by any power!

The Great Emperor of Zhenzhen Prison urged his Cultivation Base in the half-immortal realm, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't even feel it one meter away, and no matter what force he urged or raised his hand, he couldn't dispel the seemingly Ordinary mist is every bit of it!

"My lord, Samsara Immortal Emperor!!! My lord? My lord!!!" The Zhenzhen Prison Great Emperor shouted again and again, but he didn't get any response at all.

At this moment, Zhenzhen Prison Great Emperor was completely stunned.

what's the situation?

Why doesn't Master Samsara Immortal Emperor respond to himself?

Could it be that this pure white mist was not made by Samsara Immortal Emperor?

if not...

630 So... who created this pure white mist? Even Lord Samsara Immortal Emperor couldn't dispel it?

in the end……

who is it!!!

"who is it?"

"Who...blocked me?"

"Do you know what kind of existence you are facing?"

The owner of the black-gray palm spoke hoarsely again, with cold murderous intent and bottomless terror.

However, something strange appeared in response to the owner of the black-gray palm...

a bridge!

Bridge to the Other Side!

"Boom!!!" In the void of the narrow world, above the endless pure white mist, an ancient and majestic colorful bridge unexpectedly appeared out of thin air!

On the bridge deck, there were already nine figures lined up quietly, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Among the nine figures, there are nine Tomoe men, there are young men with broken wooden swords on their backs, there are girls wagging tiger tails, and there are men with more than three hundred magic marks.

But at this time, a burst of crisp footsteps suddenly sounded at this moment!