All My Disciples Suck!

Chapter 648

“Damn, Brother Ming is finally going to shoot!”

“Ma Yeah, how can Brother Ming resist such a big tsunami?”

“Hot pot, music, sip the 82-year-old Bing Ling wine, and watch one of Brother Ming’s strongest show performances!”

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Many players have indeed exhausted their power. At this time, they all lay down in a comfortable position and watched He Yiming’s performance with peace of mind.

“Brother Ming, come on!”

“Beat this silly X flood of famine!”

“Brother Ming, what kind of posture should I use to pretend to be B this time? Daddy’s recording and screenshot functions are ready to go!”

…

All players are full of absolute confidence in He Yiming!

This scene surprised the people of the ancient times.

In the previous battle, the heaven-defying of the combat power of these He Yiming disciples has deeply shocked every ancient citizen!

But now, in the face of the most terrifying power of this great natural disaster, at this most desperate moment, all the disciples who fought until now are all full of absolute confidence in He Yiming!

“Master He Yiming…” The young boy with broken corner and the little boy Yi raised their heads together, looking at the figure of He Yiming.

“Boom boom boom!” The 100,000-meter-large natural disaster turned into a majestic tsunami that covered the sky and crashed down!

If this blow hits the ground, it is enough to flatten the entire ground to a depth of one thousand meters and razing a hundred miles to the ground!

This blow is also the strongest blow that the floods of the prehistoric have condensed to the present time!

Everyone looked at He Yiming together, 983 wanted to know…

He Yiming, what to resist?

“…” He Yiming said nothing, his eyes turned.

More than 10,000 players looked at him together, full of absolute trust in themselves.

He Yiming looked again.

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

Because they are all their hope and all their future!

“Perhaps, there is a reason why the reward of the system is Azure Emperor Immortal Body, and the master of fate and luck!”

He Yiming’s heart moved at this moment.

The five plagues of the heavens are meant to slaughter the human race!

The human race has survived humble, hard and painful to this day, but it will be completely wiped out by the five plagues of heaven!

however……

The bridge on the other side has sent himself and the players to this immemorial age!

In this ancient age, I am afraid…

He is the only one who controls the existence of the Azure Emperor Immortal Body and the Lord of Destiny!

After all, every player’s Azure Emperor Immortal Body was taught by himself using the art of destiny!

“Boom boom boom!!!” He Yiming suddenly burst into a majestic breath while breathing!

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

In the next moment, bursts of majestic vitality and perpetual will suddenly burst out of He Yiming’s body!

Almost at the same time!

With He Yiming’s breathing, from the player, from the bodies of more than five million ancient people, countless Star streamers all rose into the sky and gathered towards He Yiming!

These countless Star streamers straddle the sky and converge into a river, flowing continuously to He Yiming!

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Players’ accumulated gas luck, and more than five million ancient people have inherited the gas luck to this day!

At this moment, all gathered on He Yiming!

“Heaven wants to destroy the human race…”

“I, He Yiming, want a human being!”

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With He Yiming’s whispering voice, behind He Yiming, the towering old tree that is 10,000 meters in the sky began to grow bigger, bigger and bigger!

The breath of He Yiming’s Azure Emperor Immortal Body is rapidly improving, improving, and then improving!

“boom!!!”

Accompanied by this earth-shattering roar!

He Yiming’s Azure Emperor Immortal Body finally broke through the limit of Heavenly Pills Realm, and truly entered the level of Nascent Soul Realm!

Behind He Yiming, the towering old tree, which was originally 10,000 meters, has been transformed into a height of 100,000 meters!

“I am here today, He Yiming, the floods of the wild! You never want to hurt one person!!!” He Yiming roared to the sky, the towering ancient tree of 100,000 meters turned into thousands of branches and leaves, unexpectedly a huge tsunami from the sky, Hold it up!

“Boom boom boom!” The black and purple torrent rolled down again and again, trying to break through again and again!

He Yiming erupted out of Azure Emperor Immortal Body of the Nascent Infant Realm level, which carried all the players and the will of all the people of the immortal, turned into the huge towering ancient tree of one hundred thousand meters, and stubbornly withstood the tsunami that obscured the sky!

“Boom boom boom!”

However, with the passage of time, the power of the prehistoric natural disasters is still improving, and even a little bit, it began to suppress the towering trees of He Yiming!

“Damn!”

“This prehistoric flood can be strengthened by riding a horse?”

“Fuck! Brother Ming seems to be unable to stand it!”

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

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

“Brother Ming, hold on!”

“Brother Ming, real man, must stand up!”

“Come on, Brother Ming, I believe Brother Ming is definitely the most durable!”

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So the players shouted loudly. At this time, they could only shout with all their strength to cheer for He Yiming!

The time for a stick of incense continues to pass.

The power of the floods is rapidly increasing, increasing, and then increasing!

The power of that majestic and boundless tsunami has been doubled again compared to before!

He Yiming’s 100,000-meter-long towering ancient tree was almost crushed for life, and there were countless cracks on the trunk of the huge ancient tree!

But He Yiming was still calm as water, looking up at the sky.

“Crack!” With a crisp sound, the towering ancient tree of one hundred thousand meters behind He Yiming finally couldn’t hold it and shattered!

In the next moment, the boundless black and purple torrent turned into a terrifying tsunami that could swallow the sky and change the sun, falling from the sky and rolling down!

“It’s over!” The people of ancient times knelt on the ground together, closing their eyes in despair.

There are only two thin figures, looking up at the sky.

Broken horn young boy!

Little boy wing!

The gazes of the two of them kept staring at He Yiming.

“Three breaths left!” He Yiming whispered softly.

So at this time, He Yiming finally moved!

“Jianyi, Hengtian!”

“Sword Intent, Chasing the Wind!”

“Sword intent, fit together!”

“Sword Intent, Break the Army!”

“Artistic conception, gravity!”

“Artistic conception, formation intention!”

“melt!”

“Sword of the Six Paths!!!”

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

“Inverse, the sword falls to the galaxy!!!” With He Yiming’s low roar, tens of thousands of Star swords suddenly appeared, and the sword wind turned upside down!

“Kill!!!” The next moment, as He Yiming whispered, tens of thousands of Star swords flew into the air, directly bombarding the boundless tsunami!

“Wow!” This boundless black and purple torrent suddenly whirled, turned into a continuously rotating drill bit, and crashed down!

“Boom boom boom!” The flood that turned into a drill bit smashed He Yiming’s tens of thousands of Star swords in one blow!

The full strength of these six swords fell into the galaxy with an inverse sword, which only blocked one breath of the flood of prey!

“Wanzuo can be!!!” He Yiming’s heart moved, the huge Wanzuo can be seen again, on the body, the power of 888 artistic conceptions suddenly flowed, and he was holding a sword of sky fire!

“Boom!!!” Wan Zuo Neng almost took the sword of Heavenly Fire and left with a single blow, and then hit the drill bit that was transformed by the floods of the prehistoric flood!

“Bang!” In the next moment, Wan Zuo Nenghu was crushed to pieces along with the sword of Heavenly Fire!

However, once again blocked a breath of floods!

Although there is only one last breath left!

But if you can’t stop this breath!

Everyone, still all have to die!

“Brother Ming!!!” All the players raised their heads together, looking at the endless black and purple torrent that was about to crush their faces, they all exclaimed!

But at this last moment, He Yiming was calm and calm, and shot again! Without a word, the final blow was played! .