My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

　　at the same time……

　　In ancient times, inside the basalt flower...

　　"Master!!!"

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

　　How long will it take so much pain?How long should the master bear it for himself?

　　The hateful thing is...

　　I can't do anything myself!

　　"No!"

　　"Master died for me!"

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

　　"I want to be as powerful as Master! Just as powerful!"

　　"Then... we must let go of all three concepts and concepts. As long as we can become stronger, any means and methods must be used! Like Master, I will break all the constraints of traditions and inherent concepts!"

　　……

　　Purgatory's thoughts circulated, and the more he looked at Master's painful figure, the more powerful the belief in Purgatory's heart became!

　　So the next moment...

　　"Xuanwu Zhixiang! Give me... Refinement!!!" Purgatory roared, turning the power of talent crazy!

　　At first, only sporadic Xuanwu Zhixiang slowly vacated the sky, slowly drifting towards Purgatory!

　　But as time passed, more and more Xuanwu Zhixiang continued to fly to Purgatory!

　　"Crack!"

　　"Crack!"

　　"Crack!"

　　The huge essence power remaining in Xuanwu Zhixiang is constantly being crushed, compressed, condensed, and then sucked into the body of purgatory, turning it into a power of purgatory!

　　Between 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 work so hard for me..." The stronger the purgatory, the more the worship of beef noodles will rise!

　　……

　　Time goes by quietly like water.

　　an hour...

　　two hours...

　　three hours...

　　Ten hours!

　　When He Yiming opened his eyes again, he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

　　The scale of the floods of the Great Desolation has reached a sky-defying level!

　　A huge torrent with a height of [-] meters was spinning at a high speed, surrounding He Yiming and the players.

　　And the number of water-shaped monsters has grown to the point where it is almost impossible to count at a glance, and it is still increasing!

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

　　He Yiming glanced at it, and even Wang Luffi, Vegeta and the others were gasping for breath, and their faces were pale.

　　However, the flood of the Great Desolation has been gathering strength, obviously waiting for an opportunity!

　　After a player is exhausted to the extreme, the opportunity to defeat all players in one fell swoop!

　　Many players have also seen it, but there is no way.

　　The scale of the floods of the Great Desolation is too huge!

　　The torrent that is enough to wash over the entire land of the ancient times for hundreds of millions of miles, even if one ten thousandth of it is not condensed here, no matter how the players fight, it cannot be reduced 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 floods of the Great Desolation Receded, there was only one last stick of incense...

　　The disaster of flood and famine has finally moved!

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

　　Moreover, it erupted from all directions at the same time, turned into a tsunami that covered the sky (promised money), and crashed down with the momentum of crushing everything!

　　"Hold the grass!"

　　The players were exhausted at this time, only to realize that after the water-shaped monster suddenly stopped attacking, they thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, but it turned out that this flood of floods actually launched the most powerful flood in history within the last stick of incense. Strong onslaught!

　　"Oh my God!"

　　"Such a big tsunami?"

　　"Damn, I'm almost exhausted!"

　　……

　　All the players raised their heads with difficulty, but they were helpless for a while.

　　This disaster of the Great Desolation is so insidious. It has been sending endless water-shaped monsters to consume the players' strength. When all the players are exhausted, the horror that shakes the sky and destroys everything is launched. Power!

　　Once this wave of [-] meters falls, all players will faint!

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

　　Right at this critical juncture!

　　He Yiming slowly got up.

　　"Disciples, you are doing very well!"

　　"Next, leave it to this Sect Master!!!".

Chapter 32

　　"Hold the grass, Brother Ming is finally going to shoot!"

　　"Mom, how can Brother Ming resist such a big tsunami?"

　　"Hotpot, music, drink a sip of 82-year-old Bingling wine, and watch a Ming brother's strongest show!"

　　……

　　Many players have indeed exhausted their strength. At this time, they all skillfully found a comfortable position to lie down, and then watched He Yiming's performance with peace of mind.

　　"Brother Ming, come on!"

　　"Beat this stupid X flood disaster!"

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

　　……

　　All players have absolute confidence in He Yiming!

　　This scene surprised the people of the ancient times.

　　In the previous battle, the strength of these He Yiming's disciples was against the sky, and every ancient people was deeply shocked!

　　But now, in the face of the most terrifying power of the natural disaster, at this most desperate moment, all the disciples who have fought to the present are actually full of absolute confidence in He Yiming!

　　"Master He Yiming..." The young man with the broken horn and the little boy Yi Qi raised their heads and looked at He Yiming's figure.

　　"Boom boom boom!" The [-]-meter-long terrifying tsunami shattered the sky and crashed down!

　　If this blow hit the earth, it would be enough to cut the entire earth to a depth of [-] meters and raze a radius of [-] miles to the ground!

　　This blow is also the strongest blow that the floods of the floods have condensed to the present!

　　Everyone's eyes turned to He Yiming, 983 wanted to know...

　　He Yiming, what can you do to resist?

　　"..." He Yiming said nothing, his eyes turned.

　　More than [-] players looked at themselves with absolute confidence in themselves.

　　He Yiming looked again.

　　More than five million people from the ancient times looked at themselves, countless figures were praying for themselves with their hands clasped together, and all their expectant eyes fell on themselves.

　　Because I am all their hope and all their future!

　　"Perhaps, there is a reason why the system's reward is the Qing Emperor's longevity body, and the reason why it is the master of destiny!"

　　He Yiming thought at this moment.

　　The Five Disasters of Heaven and Dao are to slaughter the human race!

　　The human race has survived in a humble, difficult and painful way, but it will be completely annihilated by the Five Disasters of Heaven!

　　however……

　　The bridge on the other side, but sent himself and the players to this ancient era!

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

　　He is the only one who controls the existence of the master of the Qing Emperor's longevity body and destiny's fate!

　　After all, every player's Qing Emperor longevity body is taught by himself with the technique of destiny!

　　"Boom boom boom!!!" Between his breaths, a majestic breath suddenly erupted from He Yiming's body!

　　First, a huge towering ancient tree that was [-] meters in size suddenly appeared!

　　The next moment, He Yiming's body, bursts of majestic vitality and enduring will, suddenly burst out!