My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

　　The cultivation base of the three-test human race players is good to say, which player does not have a large amount of medicinal pills in hand?Will make up for it soon.

　　But the realm of Qingdi's longevity body can only be re-cultivated after returning to Yanhuangzong!

　　It means that in this big secret territory, these human race players are basically all abandoned.

　　As for why basic...

　　"Brother Ming, what do you mean?" 990

　　"Damn, Brother Ming, why?"

　　……

　　There are also two Terran players, and there is no loss of a cent!

　　Senju, the old column ma, and...

　　Speed ​​up Vegeta!

　　The two had planned to burn everything they had before, but they were forcibly interrupted by He Yiming, blocking the action, so the two basically maintained all their strength and cultivation, and did not lose much.

　　"Senju's old Hasuma, speeding up Vegeta..."

　　"This suzerain has lost too much... I'm afraid I can't make any more shots!"

　　"The next three disasters will depend on the two of you to lead the demon disciples to overcome the three more difficult disasters!"

　　……

　　He Yiming said slowly.

　　"!" Senju's old Hasuma and Speedy Vegeta turned pale in unison.

　　This means that except for the two of them, the Terran players, including Brother Ming, have exhausted their strength and are almost useless?

　　This is equivalent to falling into a super unfavorable desperate situation!

　　So, wouldn't it be...

　　"Grass the grass, the era of Lao Tzu's super-playing B has finally arrived! If Vegeta is also a fart, wouldn't Lao Tzu be able to show off alone?"

　　"Mom, if Hashima, the B-Sine, and the mob and the cute newcomers are nothing, wouldn't this be my special show for Vegeta?"

　　……

　　Senju, the old Hasuma and Speedy Vegeta exploded instantly!

　　"Brother Ming, leave it to me! You can go at ease!!! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" Senju, the old Hasuma and Vegeta, both shouted together, the whole person All excited!

　　He Yiming: "???".

Chapter 46

　　He Yiming finally found Mu Xueying after he gave Qianshou the old Hasuma and Vegeta a hammer.

　　"The ice disaster of Cambrian will appear in a day, and it will last for three days!" Mu Xueying naturally knew He Yiming's intention, so she said directly.

　　"One day..." He Yiming's face sank.

　　One day is too short, and it is impossible for him to recover.

　　So He Yiming spoke up.

　　"Disciples!"

　　"The ice disaster of Cambrian will appear in a day!"

　　"Time is extremely tight! Human disciples hold on, and do all the preparatory work! The important tasks in the future will be handed over to the demon disciples!" He Yiming said loudly.

　　"Give the grass one day?"

　　"Mom, hurry up!"

　　"Quick, Pillar, let's go cover the roof first!"

　　……

　　Although the players have not slept for a few days and nights, but after hearing the time, there is only one day left, so they are all refreshed!

　　sleep hair sleep, continue to hi!

　　So all the players scattered and continued to build and upgrade the shelter!

　　Senju, the old Hakuma and MC Myth, rose into the air and began to build a wooden roof that was enough to cover the surrounding [-]-mile pit.

　　After all, the Cambrian Ice Disaster is extremely cold weather.

　　At this time, in the player's high-level discussion hall.

　　"It's hard to do now. We basically haven't been offline for seven days. We're already tired, and now even our cultivation base and realm have fallen!"

　　"Yeah, except for Brother Hasuma and Supa, the rest of the Terran players are basically useless!"

　　"I think Brother Luffy has already been offline. It is estimated that he has not been offline for seven days. He will be beaten by his parents! Hey, the students are really miserable! Fortunately, I have graduated for many years!"

　　……

　　Xing Chen and the others started to talk about it while feeling the exhaustion feeling empty in their bodies.

　　Although not reconciled, but the human race players have basically reached their limit.

　　In the game, the cultivation base and realm plummeted.

　　Outside the game, if you don't go offline for seven days, it is indeed a huge loss!

　　On the contrary, the Demon Race players have basically had nothing to do for the past seven days. Most Demon Race players play during the day and go offline at night to sleep, and they are basically full of energy!

　　After all, the drought of hunger has basically no effect on the demon players!

　　Demon race players can't use Qingdi's longevity body to help farm the land, and urging some worms and ducks raised by ancient people will soon reach their limit.

　　Except for the hamster demons who are responsible for providing power to rotate the high-priced roads to transport vegetables, other demon players are indeed quite idle.

　　"But the next Cambrian Ice Disaster will only depend on the Demon Race players 々ˇ!" Xing Chen said slowly.

　　Terran players really have to go offline and take a break. After all, there are still many people with jobs, families, and children!

　　Not going offline for seven days in a row has reached the limit!

　　"However, the combat power is good, the strength of the demon players is really good! However, the three major disasters in the future must be more difficult than the other! Can they survive? Moreover, among the demon players, there are some who can resist. Does the overall command exist?" The theory master couldn't help but asked.

　　"Of course no problem!" At this moment, a voice sounded.

　　Everyone looked at them together.

　　It is the seven people of Machiha Itachi and Akatsuki.

　　"I have already found Brother Ming, and the only live broadcast permission is given to me!"

　　"When the time comes, I will ask you all online through the live broadcast! Moreover, there are also forum water friends and Mr. Mochiha Madara! Everyone, rest assured! For the next three disasters, leave it to me Mochiha Itachi!" Mozhi Bo Itachi spoke abruptly, full of confidence.

　　"..." Xing Chen and the others glanced at each other, then nodded in unison.

　　Next, the Terran players continued to start preparations. After completing their tasks, many Terran players couldn't hold on any longer, and they went offline one after another.

　　But in the eyes of the ancient people...

　　"The benefactor is tired? Quickly, send the benefactor to the house and take good care of it!"

　　"Our god, I will definitely take care of you!"

　　"Come and help, carry them back together! Let the benefactors sleep on the shop!!!"

　　……

　　Many immemorial people have brought the offline Terran players back to their houses and took care of them carefully.

　　Because these ancient people firmly believed that these benefactors who were still working hard before suddenly collapsed to the ground and couldn't wake up, no matter what they called.

　　Absolutely exhausted!

　　This is all for myself!

　　at the same time……

　　"Hold the grass, I live in Qitianyuan on a horse, Gan, it's finally online!" Beef Noodles slowly opened his eyes.

　　"Huh? I'm not dead?" Beef Noodles opened his eyes and was stunned.

　　Hold the grass, I haven't been online for seven days, and I'm still alive?

　　This game is for Lao Tzu, right?

　　"Master ah ah ah!" As soon as Beef Noodles opened his eyes, he saw the crying purgatory.

　　"Master!!!" Purgatory looked at the horrific figure of the master in front of him, tears like rain.

　　seven days.

　　Purgatory finally found the missing beef noodles.

　　However, when the master was found, Purgatory was shocked to find out!

　　All the food in the storage bracelet that Master left for him was eaten by himself!

　　That is to say...

　　Master, I have long known that there is not enough food to survive this terrible natural disaster. When I deliberately said that I would close my consciousness, in fact, I deliberately left myself and kept all the food for myself.

　　Because these foods are only enough for one person!

　　If you and your master share the same share...

　　I am afraid that in four days at most, the two will starve to death together!

　　however……

　　"Master!!!" Purgatory looked down.

　　At this time, the beef noodle was thin and slender, with a tall body, probably weighing less than [-] kilograms, and the breath of the whole person was like a gossamer.

　　Half of the body is still in a black-purple crystalline state.

　　But the other half of the body...