All my disciples are sand sculpture players

At this time, after hearing He Yiming's words, Huolin Shangxian and other powerful people in the Celestial Immortal Realm could not help but nod, appreciating He Yiming.

After all, although He Yiming is an enemy, in his words, he also respectfully calls himself and others senior immortals. He is also extremely serious and respectful about the battle with himself and others, calling it the pinnacle decisive battle!

On the other hand, the real prison-suppressing emperor had just been kicked by a mortal who was picking at his feet. Now he was standing there wearing only a small fork, which was simply embarrassing!

So Huolin Shangxian and others spoke.

"Although they are enemies, Sect Master He Yiming is right!"

"That's right, go to jail, find a pair of pants and put them on first. In this peak showdown, how can you just wear a small cross and wander around there? How can this immortal fight?"

"Although His Excellency He Yiming is a must-kill enemy, his words are extremely reasonable, and I strongly agree with him! Zhen Prison, if you don’t wear pants, don’t blame me for cutting you with my sword!!!"

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The nine immortals nodded one after another. While agreeing with He Yiming's words, they all looked at the real prison-suppressing emperor, and each of them urged him.

This scene was naturally witnessed by all players watching the live broadcast and 500 million viewers!

"Damn it! Damn, damn, hahahaha!"

"Brother Ming: Can you be a boss? You come to work as a boss without even shaving your legs? Hello? Wolf Planning, can I return it?"

"Hahahaha, I’m laughing so hard, I’m going to be laughed to death!"

"Can you find some pants to put on first? I'm going to laugh so damn hard!"

"Although Brother Mian comes and goes like the wind, disappears and disappears, and is still the meanest bitch in the entire server, I still want to say that he is worthy of being my Brother Mian! During the fifth test period, the whole server was shouting to kick the emperor, but only my father did what he said!"

"Prison guard: My divine water ring has been robbed. Where can I find pants to wear? ah? Where to find pants? ? ?"

……

Players and viewers watching the live broadcast were already laughing like pigs and couldn't stop.

"He Yiming!!!"The real prison-suppressing emperor was so angry that he was trembling all over, but he knew that the top priority was that if he didn't find a pair of pants to wear, I'm afraid the Fire Lin Shangxian and other beings would really kill him!

"Why is this happening?"And the Emperor Zhenyu at this time can't understand it at all!

Aren't the Fire Lin Shangxian and other nine heavenly immortals our own people? Didn't they wake up themselves? Why are you specifically siding with He Yiming at this time?

In the end, the nine of you Who is the heavenly immortal with?!!!

But the real prison-suppressing emperor still held back.

Because he lost the divine water ring, the real prison-suppressing emperor could only lower his head and look for pants everywhere.

This is a narrow world, naturally There was no place to put clothes, so the True Prison Emperor had no choice but to find the things left behind by the previous players.

Obviously, although all the millions of disciples of the Yanhuang Sect were wiped out, a lot of things were left behind, such as Kebabs, hot pots, fish tanks, napkins, fishing rods, trenches, shovels, etc.

The real prison-suppressing emperor really couldn't understand.

It was obviously a life-and-death battle...

Why could the disciples of the Yanhuang Sect create so many messy things while fighting? Are the disciples of the Yanhuang Sect here for an outing or for a decisive battle?

But soon, the True Prison Emperor finally found a pair of beach shorts and put them on casually.

But the moment he put them on, the True Prison Emperor felt A strange feeling of loss of moisture, and a smell that I haven't smelled for a long time.

The smell of Xiang

"Have these pants been pulled up? ? ? ?"The Emperor Zhenzhen looked down and almost fainted with anger.

Why?

Why is it that a disciple of the Yanhuang Sect, with a dignified eighth or ninth level of strength... or even such a big man... can pull his crotch down ? ?

But the most important thing is... this emperor picked up a pair of beach shorts, and he won the lottery?

All the anger, humiliation, grief and anger, all gathered at this time, turning into the true prison-suppressing emperor a word on the lips

"Nine immortals, this emperor... I have already dressed, please nine immortals, suppress He Yiming!!! This emperor wants him to die, wants him to die!!!"The true prison-suppressing emperor has completely forgotten the so-called opportunities and secrets in He Yiming. Now the true prison-suppressing emperor just wants He Yiming to die!

Kill He Yiming first, and then kill He Yiming. Capture all the disciples and kill them a hundred times a day!

At this moment, the True Prison Suppressing Emperor is completely angry and has lost his mind!

It can be said that except for the True Prison Suppressing Emperor, there are really not many strong people. He can endure so much humiliation in a row without losing his mind! The real prison-suppressing emperor can persist until now, even when he was kicked by Brother Mian and the beach pants he picked up casually were given as prizes. Being able to maintain a certain level of calmness is already incredible!

At this time, the fire Lin Shangxian and other nine immortals finally turned their eyes and fell on He Yiming again. The real prison-suppressing emperor was kicked in the circle, after all, it was just An interlude!

The nine immortals knew very well that their duty was to fulfill the orders of the Immortal Emperor of Samsara, so He Yiming in front of them... must die!

"He Yiming, suffer death!"Huolin Shangxian and other nine heavenly beings were using their power, and just as they were about to take action, something strange happened again!

"Wow!"With a flash of light, eight figures appeared and stood in front of He Yiming!