My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"!" Before everyone present could react, an incomparably huge coercion descended on them!

The coercion of God Transformation Realm!

"This is the power of the God Transformation Realm!!!" Many people yelled wildly, all trembling, kneeling directly on the ground, unable to move.

This coercion is the real coercion of the seventh-order God Transformation Realm!

Ordinary Heavenly Core Realm, under this coercion, can't even move!

However, there were also a few figures present, facing the coercion of God Transformation Realm, but they were not afraid at all!

"I am Dragon Wu!!!" Long Wu next to He Yiming burst out the blood of the real dragon family and the five-clawed golden dragon family! The blood of the real dragon is so powerful that it is terrifying, it is comparable to the level of an immortal! Naturally, it can resist God Transformation Realm's coercion is here!

"Boom boom boom!" At the same time, several Human Cultivators directly erupted the aura of Cultivation Base at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, relying on the powerful Cultivation Base, they were able to resist this coercion!

There are also descendants of the True Demon Clan with more than sixty magic marks, there are the Blade Devil Clan, there are the Lava Devil Clan, and there are other strong Devil Clans, who have also resisted this coercion.

"Damn it, what a powerful coercion!" The Patriarch Wanxue was very embarrassed, his face was pale, and he managed to resist with all his cultivation.

The few disciples of Patriarch Wanxue were even more unbearable. They were half kneeling on the ground and couldn't even stand up. All of them were extremely pale.

At this time, most people in the audience were under great pressure, and a few people were kneeling on the ground and unable to stand up.

Only a few people can use their own talent and blood to fight head-on!

But there is another figure, like a spring breeze, facing the coercion of this God Transformation Realm, it doesn't feel at all!

 …

He Yiming!

"???" He Yiming had question marks in his mind at this moment.

what the hell

Why don't you feel anything?

If it wasn't for the daddy expressions on everyone's face, He Yiming would have thought that these people were playing himself?

Beside He Yiming, Subabaita and others felt a little pressure, probably...

That is, the level of water pressure for swimming.

It's icy, cool, and a little bit comfortable!

"How is it possible?" The Wanxue Patriarch immediately vomited blood as soon as he turned his head.

Because just insisting on it is extremely exhausting!

As a result, He Yiming's side was calm and breezy, and he didn't feel anything at all. The disciples beside him and some people were eating skewers, and they didn't overwhelm this God Transformation Realm at all. To put in one's eyes!

can be arrogant...

But you are too arrogant, right?

"Boom!" At this moment, Yoruichi, the real spirit, waved his hand!

Twelve pitch-black gates rose slowly with a bang, appearing in front of everyone.

Each of the jet-black gates is exactly the same, except that different numbers are engraved on the gates, from one to twelve.

"Choose a gate, pass the test inside the gate, and you can get the status of a tower climber!

"At any time, if you want to give up, just say "Give up" in your heart, and you will be sent out!

Zhenlingye said again that there was no mouth and no sound, and the sound directly rang in everyone's minds.

"Choose a door?" Many people's faces changed.

At this time, the coercion of God Transformation Realm still exists.

As a result, a few people desperately discovered that under the coercion of this God Transformation Realm, they couldn't even walk in front of those twelve doors!

Others may still be struggling with how to choose!

And myself, at the moment when God Transformation Realm's coercion came down, I was already eliminated!

"..."

"give up!

"...".

Many figures struggled for a while, but found that they were completely unable to resist the coercion of this God Transformation Realm. If they continued to stay, they would only be crushed alive, so they could only silently give up in pain, and then turned into a beam of light and sent it out.

"Which door should I choose?"

"Choose this one!"

"I choose this..."

Many people present made their choices very quickly, without much hesitation, they strode with difficulty and stepped into the gate of their choice.

More and more people began to make choices, and soon disappeared within the twelve gates.

However, He Yiming remained motionless.

The Ten Thousand Blood Patriarch and several disciples beside He Yiming also did not leave.

"Brother He, you need me..." Long Wu glanced at the Patriarch Wanxue and knew what the other party wanted, so he said.

"No, I'll do it myself!" He Yiming nodded his thanks, but still rejected Long Wu's offer.

"Well, then, Brother He, I'll take a step first! I hope we can meet again on the first floor!" Long Wu smiled, and chose the door numbered 5 to step in.

Soon, there were only two groups of people left in the hall.

He Yiming and the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Bloods.

"Everyone is gone, you don't have to hide it!" He Yiming turned around and looked at Patriarch Wanxue.

This guy is quite scumbag, and when there are many people, this guy won't do anything.

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect, He Yiming, you are so arrogant!" "Myriad Blood Patriarch couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, He Yiming did exactly what he wanted and stayed until the last moment.

Now that there is no one else, isn't that just doing what you want?

"He Yiming, once you step here, you can do whatever you want! You are so stupid, everyone was still there just now, if you leave, maybe this old man will be more afraid and dare not do anything! But now, no one can save you!" The Patriarch Wanxue said with a chuckle.

0... Ask for flowers...

"Oh, is that so?" He Yiming nodded, not paying attention.

"Nascent Soul Transformation! Ten Thousand Blood Devil Gods!!!" The Patriarch Ten Thousand Bloods didn't talk nonsense, and with a low growl, the Nascent Soul Transformation transformed from a kilometer of huge blood exploded!

"Hahaha, you just broke through Nascent Soul not long ago, you probably haven't condensed your own Nascent Soul transformation, right? Poor, today, you have to die here!" the ancestor of Wanxue said ferociously.

Several disciples of the Patriarch Wanxue were even more arrogant.

"Hahaha, He Yiming, you are dead! All your treasures will soon be ours! A disciple of the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Bloods, who was half kneeling on the ground, was bleeding from the nose and his face was pale, but he still roared wildly .

"That's right, you're finished, hahahaha! Puha!" Another disciple was even more miserable, lying on the ground, vomiting blood while saying.

"Soon, you will know how powerful my master is!" Another disciple said while gasping for breath, as if he would die at any moment.

He Yiming quietly waited for these Bs to finish their mocking, and nodded to show that I understood.

It was the first time climbing the tower, and He Yiming was still a little nervous. Watching the performances of these Bs can relieve the tension, isn't it good?

After watching the performance, it can naturally end!

"Tian Tian Yin!" Then He Yiming raised his hand, and the Cultivation Base at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm burst out, directly condensing a 10,000-meter hand, which crashed down!

With one slap, the Ten Thousand Blood Patriarch, his Nascent Soul, and several disciples were all turned into meat sauce!

"Peak of Nascent Soul!!! No!" Before Wanxue Patriarch died, he opened his mouth wide and realized...

Nima!

He Yiming is actually the pinnacle of Nascent Soul realm?

I didn't see through He Yiming's Cultivation Base, it's not that He Yiming's Cultivation Base is low or deliberately hidden...

It is purely that He Yiming Cultivation Base is higher than himself!

"Ahhh!" Several disciples of Patriarch Wanxue could only scream in pain, and were shot to death!

As everything calmed down, He Yiming stretched out his big hand and took these guys' storage rings into his hand, sweeping away the Spiritual Sense.

"Damn, you poor..." He Yiming pouted, and casually put it in his Five Elements Minor World.

The Ten Thousand Blood Patriarch wants to kill him, so He Yiming will not be polite!

Slap to death! Clean!

Why do you keep this kind of enemy? Do you make dumplings during the Chinese New Year?

"True Spirit Night! I have seen..."

"Supreme Supreme!!!

But at this moment, True Spirit Ye fell from the void, touched the ground with one knee, and knelt in front of He Yiming, and a voice sounded at the same time.

" He Yiming was stunned instantly! Qian.