My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

　　Almost at the same time!

　　With He Yiming's breathing, from the players, from the bodies of more than five million people from the ancient times, countless stars and streamers rose into the air and gathered towards He Yiming!

　　The countless stars flowing across the sky, converged into a river, and flowed continuously towards He Yiming!

　　It's luck!

　　Players have accumulated luck, and there are more than five million ancient people who have inherited the luck today!

　　At this moment, all gathered on He Yiming!

　　"Heaven wants to destroy the human race..."

　　"I, He Yiming, prefer to be born from a human race!"

　　……

　　With He Yiming's whispering voice, behind He Yiming, the towering ancient tree, which is [-] meters in size, started to grow bigger, bigger, bigger!

　　The breath of He Yiming's Qingdi Immortal Body was rapidly improving, improving, and improving!

　　"boom!!!"

　　Accompanied by this earth-shattering roar!

　　He Yiming's Qingdi immortal body finally broke through the limit of the Tiandan realm and truly stepped into the Nascent Soul realm level!

　　Behind He Yiming, the towering ancient tree that was [-] meters tall has transformed into a height of [-] meters!

　　"I am here today, He Yiming, the flood! You can't imagine hurting a single person!" Tsunami, hold on!

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

　　He Yiming erupted into the Nascent Soul Realm-level Qingdi Immortal Body, which carried the will of all players and all the people of the ancient times, turned into a towering ancient tree with a height of [-] meters, and just withstood the tsunami that covered the sky. !

　　"Boom boom boom!"

　　However, with the passage of time, the power of the natural disaster of the Great Desolation continued to increase, and even a little bit, it began to suppress He Yiming's towering ancient trees!

　　"Hold the grass!"

　　"Can this flood disaster be enhanced by riding a horse?"

　　"Damn it! Brother Ming seems to be unable to stand it anymore!"

　　……

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

　　Nearly 24 hours of fierce battles have already hollowed out almost all the players.

　　"Brother Ming, hold on!"

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

　　"Brother Ming, come on, I believe that Brother Ming is definitely the most durable!"

　　……

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

　　The time of a stick of incense keeps passing.

　　The power of the floods of the Great Desolation is rapidly increasing, increasing, and increasing!

　　The power of the boundless tsunami has been doubled again than before!

　　He Yiming's [-]-meter-tall towering ancient tree was almost crushed. There were countless cracks on 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 [-]-meter-tall towering ancient tree behind He Yiming finally couldn't hold it any longer and shattered!

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

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

　　There are only two thin figures, looking up at the sky.

　　Broken angle teenager!

　　Little boy wing!

　　The eyes of the two people have been staring at He Yiming.

　　"Three breaths left!" He Yiming whispered softly.

　　So at this time, He Yiming finally moved!

　　"Sword Intent, Hengtian!"

　　"Sword Intent, follow the wind!"

　　"Sword Intent, a perfect match!"

　　"Sword Intent, break the army!"

　　"Impression, gravity!"

　　"Impression, formation!"

　　"melt!"

　　"Sword of Six Paths!!!"

　　He Yiming flipped his palm, and the Sword of Six Paths suddenly appeared in his hand!

　　"Reverse, the sword falls to the galaxy!!!" With He Yiming's low roar, the sword of thousands of stars suddenly appeared, and the sword wind turned upside down!

　　"Kill!!!" At the next moment, with He Yiming's whisper, tens of thousands of great swords of stars flew into the air, directly bombarding the boundless tsunami!

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

　　"Bang Bang Bang!" The flood that turned into a drill bit shattered He Yiming's tens of thousands of stars with one blow!

　　The full force of the Sword of Six Paths fell against the Xinghe River, and it only blocked the flood of the Great Desolation for one breath!

　　"Wan Zuonenghu!!!" He Yiming's mind moved, and the incomparably huge Wan Zuonenghu reappeared. Above his body, the power of 888 artistic conceptions suddenly circulated, and he even held a sword of skyfire!

　　"Boom!!!" Wan Zuo Nenghu held the Sword of Heavenly Fire with a single blow, and directly bombarded the drill bit that was transformed by the flood!

　　"Bang!" At the next moment, Wan Zuoneng and the Sword of Heavenly Fire were smashed together!

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

　　Although there is only one last breath left!

　　But if you can't stop this breath!

　　Everyone, still all have to die!

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

　　But at this last moment, He Yiming made his move again lightly!Without saying a word, he delivered the final blow! .

Chapter 33

　　"Magic!"

　　"A little bit of spirit becomes a tree!!!"

　　With He Yiming Void a little!

　　"Kacha!" The strongest drill bit that condensed the entire flood disaster, in an instant...

　　Turned into a woodcarving!

　　The majestic wood aura spread out, directly turning all the black and purple torrents within a few kilometers into green wood!

　　"Boom boom boom!" But soon, the black and purple torrent that was turned into wood was abandoned, and then was directly smashed by the subsequent black and purple torrent!

　　The power of the flood that engulfed almost everything, once again condensed a more powerful and more terrifying drill from the sky!

　　however……

　　"The hour has passed... The flood disaster, you lost!" He Yiming raised his head to the sky, and suddenly shouted!

　　"!" In an instant, the huge flood of hundreds of thousands of meters, Qi - Qi solidified in the air!

　　next moment……

　　"Crash!" The endless black and purple torrents that made up the entire flood disaster almost collapsed, turning into countless stars in the air!

　　and also……

　　Water droplets falling slowly from the sky!

　　He Yiming finally let out a long breath, feeling the splash of water on his cheeks that had turned into ordinary water.

　　The flood that covered the sky and the sun has disappeared without a trace!

　　The sky is clear again, and the sun is shining on the earth again!

　　The first of the Five Disasters of Heaven, the flood disaster, has finally been overcome!

　　Now that the most difficult time is over, it is clear what to do next.

　　"Disciples, we have won!!!" He Yiming raised his hand!

　　Countless players raised their arms and shouted in unison!

　　"Wow, Brother Ming Niu B!"

　　"As expected of our brother Ming's father!"

　　"Brother Ming is invincible!!!"

　　……

　　The players shouted in unison, each of them was an excited one!

　　The battle of Nima is so cool, isn't it?

　　This is the legendary mission, the real battle beyond the epic level!