All my disciples are sand sculpture players

"！"He Yiming was stunned. This piece of pure white mist appeared suddenly and strangely, without any warning at all.

And not only He Yiming was stunned, the huge black and gray palm also suddenly stopped, as if he had encountered something extremely shocking!

However, at this time, those who were even more shocked than He Yiming were the players and viewers watching the live broadcast.

Because just before the pure white mist appeared, whether it was the online players watching the live broadcast in the Yanhuang Sect Square on the third floor of the God and Demon Tower, or the audience watching the live broadcast on the Blue Mercury while chewing chicken drumsticks and drinking happy water, they were all stunned in an instant.

"Snapped!"There was just a crisp sound, and all the live broadcast screens turned completely white and turned into snowflakes.

The live broadcast... was interrupted!

Suddenly, all the players and viewers watching the live broadcast went crazy!

"Damn it, what's going on? Why did Brother Ming turn off the live broadcast at the critical moment?"

"Where's Zaizai Mian? Let Zai Zai Mian start the live broadcast!"

"Just open the door and all the Zaizai people will self-destruct, don’t you see? Wait, Zaizai Ren himself exploded, but... but is Zaizai Mian really dead?"

"what's the situation? Why is Zaizai Noodles offline? At this critical moment, let’s get started!"

"I saw just now that there seemed to be black-gray mist coming out of the jailer's eyes? This mist has turned into a whirlpool? The whirlpool also stretched out its big hand? Then what?"

"Is this the prisoner's trump card? If you can't beat him, then summon the Immortal Emperor of Samsara? How shameless!"

"No way? After nine immortals, the Prisoner actually shamelessly summoned the Immortal Emperor of Samsara? Is this BOSS too much? Is Planner Zou not a good person?"

"It’s over, Brother Ming is going to get cold this time! A half-immortal fights against an immortal emperor with a hook!"

……

The players and viewers watching the live broadcast were in an uproar, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't see any pictures.

So everyone could only curse Planner Wolf while vomiting blood while waiting for the live broadcast to resume.

At this time, in the narrow world

"I seem to have seen this fog somewhere before?"He Yiming looked at the pure white mist around him. Not only could he no longer see the huge black and gray palm, but He Yiming was surprised to find that he could actually move!

However, in this pure white mist, He Yiming was surprised to find that he could move. In the white mist, He Yiming was completely unable to see or perceive anything one meter away.

But when he was in this endless pure white mist, He Yiming not only felt a sense of familiarity, but also , with a faint sense of peace of mind!

It was as if the despair and fear brought about by the appearance of the black and gray palm had been swept away!

"！"At this moment, He Yiming unexpectedly discovered that his live broadcast was interrupted, and even the system could not detect it.

It was as if the system that had always been omnipotent... fell into a deep sleep at this moment!

In the dark, He Yiming suddenly thought of something, and then a smile appeared.

Although the guess in He Yiming's mind was simply outrageous!

However, He Yiming chose to believe without hesitation.

So He Yiming no longer made any movements, but stood quietly on the spot.

And at this time... over the narrow world

"who is it?"In the depths of the huge black and gray vortex, the owner of the giant hand spoke hoarsely, with a touch of domineering and coldness.

In this narrow world, originally everything should be completely controlled by the owner of the giant hand!

However, this pure white mist appeared strangely and instantly filled the entire world of the narrow room. What is even more shocking is that from the moment the pure white mist appeared... the entire world of the narrow room was no longer the master of the giant palm. Completely dominated and controlled!

"what happens? Where does this fog come from?"The True Prison Suppressing Emperor was also confused. He raised his head to see his master, but found that all in front of his eyes was pure white mist.

This mist seemed to exist, but it was not affected by any force!

The True Prison Suppressing Emperor urged Although he used his cultivation level in the semi-immortal realm, he was shocked to find that he could not sense even one meter away, and no matter what force he exerted or raised his hand to wave, he could not dispel this seemingly ordinary mist. Centimeter!

"Lord Samsara Immortal Emperor!!! grown ups? grown ups!!!"The True Prison-Suppressing Emperor called out again and again, but got no response at all. At this moment, the True Prison-Suppressing Emperor was completely confused.

What's going on?

Why didn't the Samsara Immortal Emperor respond to him?

Could it be that this pure white mist, isn't it ? Was it created by the Immortal Emperor of Samsara?

If not... then...who created this pure white mist? Even the Immortal Emperor of Samsara couldn't dispel it?

Who is it!!!

"who is it?"

"Who...stopped me?"

"Do you know what kind of existence you are facing?"

……

The owner of the black and gray palm spoke hoarsely again, with cold murderous intent and bottomless terrifying pressure.

However, what responded to the owner of the black and gray palm was a strange appearance... a bridge!

The bridge to the other side!

"Boom!!!"In the void of the narrow world, on top of the endless pure white mist, an ancient and majestic colorful bridge appeared out of thin air!

And on the bridge, there were nine figures quietly lined up in a row. Open, as if you have been waiting for a long time.

These nine figures include a man with nine magatama, a young man carrying a broken wooden sword, a girl waving a tiger tail, and a man with more than three hundred magic marks.

At this time , a crisp sound of footsteps suddenly sounded at this moment!