All my disciples are sand sculpture players

"Hold the grass, Brother Ming is finally going to take action!"

"Oh my god, how can Brother Ming withstand such a huge tsunami?"

"Hot pot, music, a sip of 82-year-old Bingling wine, and watching Ming Ge’s best performance!"

……

Many players had indeed exhausted their strength. At this time, they skillfully found a comfortable position, lay down, and watched He Yiming's performance with peace of mind.

"Brother Ming, come on!"

"Beat this idiot to death!"

"Brother Ming, what posture will he use to pretend to be B this time? My recording and screenshot functions are ready!"

……

All players have absolute confidence in He Yiming!

This scene surprised the ancient people.

In the previous battles, the incredible combat power of these He Yiming's disciples had deeply shocked every ancient people!

However, now, facing the most terrifying power of this natural disaster, at this most desperate moment, all the disciples who had fought until now were full of absolute confidence in He Yiming!

"Lord He Yiming……"The young boy with broken horns and the little boy Yi all raised their heads and looked at He Yiming's figure.

"Boom boom boom!"The 100,000-meter-large natural disaster turned into a terrifying tsunami that covered the sky and fell suddenly!

If this blow hit the earth, it would be enough to flatten the entire earth to a depth of a thousand meters, covering a radius of hundreds of miles. Razed to the ground!

This blow is also the strongest blow that has been gathered from the floods of the prehistoric times!

Everyone's eyes turned to He Yiming, wanting to know...

He Yiming, what can he use to resist?

"……"He Yiming said nothing and turned his eyes.

More than 10,000 players looked at me, full of absolute trust in me.

He Yiming looked again.

More than five million ancient people looked at him together. Countless figures were praying for themselves with their hands clasped together, and pairs of expectant eyes all fell on him.

Because I am all their hope and all their future!

"Perhaps, there is a reason why the system's reward is the Green Emperor's Immortal Body and the Master of Destiny's Art of Luck!"

He Yiming had a thought in his mind at this time.

The five disasters of heaven are just to destroy the human race!

The human race has survived humbly, difficultly and painfully until now, but it will be completely wiped out by the five disasters of heaven!

However... the bridge on the other side will destroy itself. We were sent to this ancient era with the players!

In this ancient era, I am afraid...

I am the only one who controls the Azure Emperor's Immortal Body and the fate of fate!

After all, every player's Azure Emperor's Immortal Body is theirs. It was taught with the art of destiny!

"Boom boom boom!!!"Between the breaths, He Yiming's body suddenly burst out with majestic aura!

First, a huge towering ancient tree with a height of 10,000 meters suddenly appeared!

The next moment, waves of majestic and incomparable energy burst out from He Yiming's body. Vitality and everlasting will suddenly burst out!

Almost at the same time!

With He Yiming's breathing, countless stars and streams of light rose into the sky from the players and from the bodies of more than five million ancient people. , converging towards He Yiming!

These countless stars streamed across the sky, gathered into a river, and flowed continuously towards He Yiming!

This is luck!

The cumulative luck gained by the players, and more than five million ancient times The luck that the people have inherited to this day!

At this moment, everything converged on He Yiming!

"Heaven wants the human race to be destroyed……"

"I, He Yiming, want to be born in the human race!"

……

Following He Yiming's whisper, behind He Yiming, the towering ancient tree measuring 10,000 meters began to grow bigger, bigger, and bigger again!

The aura of He Yiming's Qing Emperor Immortal Body was rapidly improving, improving, and improving again!

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by this earth-shaking roar!

He Yiming's Qing Emperor Immortal Body finally broke through the limit of Tiandan Realm and truly entered the Yuanying Realm level!

Behind He Yiming, the towering ancient tree that was originally 10,000 meters, Transformed into a height of 100,000 meters!

"Today, I, He Yiming, are here to save you from floods! Don't even think about hurting anyone!!!"He Yiming roared to the sky, and the 100,000-meter towering ancient tree transformed into thousands of branches and leaves, and actually supported the huge tsunami falling from the sky!

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

He Yiming burst out the Qing Emperor Immortal Body at the Nascent Soul Realm level, carrying the will of all players and all ancient people, turned into that The 100,000-meter towering ancient tree withstood the tsunami that covered the sky!

"Boom boom boom!"

However, with the passage of time, the power of the prehistoric natural disasters continued to increase, and it actually began to suppress He Yiming's towering ancient trees little by little!

"Hold the grass!"

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

"Done! Brother Ming seems to be unable to bear it anymore!"

……

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

Nearly 24 hours of fierce fighting has already wiped out almost all the players.

"Brother Ming, hold on!"

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

"Come on Brother Ming, I believe 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 continues to pass.

The power of the prehistoric flood is rapidly increasing, increasing, and increasing again!

The boundless power of the tsunami has doubled again compared to before!

He Yiming's 100,000-meter towering ancient tree was almost crushed. There were countless cracks on the trunk of the huge ancient tree!

But He Yiming remained as calm as water, looking up at the sky

"Click!"With a crisp sound, the 100,000-meter-long towering ancient tree behind He Yiming finally couldn't support it and burst into pieces!

The next moment, the majestic black-purple torrent turned into a huge torrent that could swallow up the sky and change the sun. A terrifying tsunami fell from the sky and rolled down!

"It’s over!"The ancient people all knelt on the ground and closed their eyes in despair.

There were only two thin figures looking up at the sky.

The young boy with broken horns!

The little boy Yi!

Both of them kept staring at each other. He Yiming

"Three breaths left!"He Yiming whispered softly.

So at this time, He Yiming finally moved!

"Sword intent, Hengtian!"

"Sword intent, chasing the wind!"

"Sword intent, combined!"

"Sword intent, break the army!"

"Artistic conception, gravity!"

"Artistic conception, formation intention!"

"melt!"

"The Sword of Six Paths!!!"

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

"Go against it, the sword falls into the galaxy!!!"With He Yiming's low roar, a sword with tens of thousands of stars suddenly appeared, and the sword wind turned towards the sky!

"kill!!!"The next moment, following He Yiming's whisper, tens of thousands of star swords all flew into the air, directly bombarding the boundless tsunami!

"Wow!"This boundless black-purple torrent suddenly turned around and turned into a spinning drill bit, falling with a crash!

"Bang bang bang!"The Flood Disaster that turned into a drill bit shattered all of He Yiming's Great Sword of Ten Thousand Stars with one blow! The full force of the Sword of Six Paths fell into the galaxy against the sword, only blocking the Flood Disaster for one breath!

"Wanzuo canhu!!!"He Yiming thought, and the huge Wanzuo Nenghu reappeared. On his body, 888 artistic conception powers suddenly flowed, and he was holding a sword of sky fire!

"boom!!!"Wanzuo Nenghu held the sword of heavenly fire and struck away, directly hitting the drill that was transformed from the flood disaster!

"boom!"The next moment, Wanzuo Nenghu and the Heavenly Fire Sword were shattered!

However, he once again blocked the flood disaster for one breath!

Although there was only one last breath left!

But if he could not stop this breath!

Everyone, still All must die!

"Brother Ming!!!"All the players raised their heads and looked at the terrifying boundless black-purple torrent that was about to crush their faces. They all exclaimed!

But at this last moment, He Yiming took action again.! Without saying a word, he launched the final blow!