All My Disciples Suck!

Chapter 725

Chapter 725 : I, He Yiming, favor the human race to live!

“Hold the grass, Brother Ming is finally going to make a move!”

“Damn, such a big tsunami, how is Brother Ming going to withstand it?”

“Hot pot, music, a sip of 82 year old Ice Spirit Wine, and watch one of Brother Ming's strongest show performances!”

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Many players had indeed exhausted their strength, and at this moment, they all skillfully found a comfortable position to lie down, and they were at ease watching He Yiming perform.

“Brother Ming, go for it!”

“Beat this stupid Plague of Floods to death!”

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All the players had absolute confidence in He Yiming!

This scene caused the Ancient Folk to be a bit surprised.

In the previous battle, the unbelievable battle power of He Yiming's disciples had already left every single one of the Ancient Folk deeply shocked!

However, now, in the face of the most terrifying might of this Plague of Flood, in this most desperate moment, all the disciples who had fought before up until now were surprisingly all filled with absolute confidence in He Yiming!

“Lord He Yiming...” Qing, as well as Wing raised their heads in unison, looking at He Yiming's figure.

Boom boom boom!

The 100,000 meter huge Plague of Flood transformed into a majestic and incomparable terrifying tsunami that covered the sky and fell down!

If this struck the earth, it was enough to flatten the entire earth to a depth of a thousand meters, leveling a hundred miles in a radius!

This strike was also the strongest strike that the Plague of Flood had condensed up to now!

Everyone's gazes all looked towards He Yiming, wanting to know… what he would use to resist it.

“……” He Yiming didn’t say a word, his gaze turning.

More than ten thousand players looked at him in unison, full of absolute trust in him.

He Yiming looked again.

More than five million Ancient Folk looked at him in unison, countless figures were praying for him with folded hands, pairs of expectant gazes all falling on his body.

Because he himself was all of their hopes, all of their future!

“Perhaps there's a reason why the system's reward is the Azure Emperor Immortal Body, and why it's the Lord of Fate, Master of Luck!”

He Yiming's mind moved at this moment.

The five plagues of the Heavenly Dao were meant to slaughter the human race!

The Human Race had survived humbly and with great difficulty and pain until now, only to be completely slaughtered by the Five Plagues of the Heavenly Dao!

However…

The Bridge to the Other Side, however, sent him and the players to this Ancient Era!

In this Ancient era, he probably was the only one that controlled the Azure Emperor Immortal Body and the Lord of Fate, Master of Luck!

After all, every player's Azure Emperor Immortal Body was passed down by himself through the Master of Fate!

Boom boom boom!!!

Between breaths, He Yiming's body abruptly erupted with a majestic and incomparable aura!

First, a huge, ten-thousand-meter ancient tree in the sky emerged with a roar!

In the next moment, a majestic and incomparable burst of vitality and the will to live forever abruptly erupted from He Yiming's body!

Almost simultaneously!

As He Yiming breathed, countless star streams of light from the players and the Ancient Folk rose up in unison and converged towards He Yiming!

These countless starry streams of light spanned the sky, converging into a river, flowing continuously towards He Yiming!

This was a success!

The accumulated luck that the players had gained, as well as the luck that had been passed down by more than five million Ancient Folk!

At this moment, all of it converged on He Yiming!

“The Heavenly Dao wants the Human Race to be destroyed…

“I, He Yiming, want the human race to live!”

Along with He Yiming's whispering voice, the 10,000-meter-sized ancient tree in the sky unexpectedly began to grow bigger, bigger, and bigger again!

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

Boom!!!

Along with this earth-shattering roar, He Yiming's Azure Emperor Immortal Body had finally broken through the limit of the Heavenly Pill Realm and truly stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm level!

Behind He Yiming, the heavenly ancient tree that was originally 10,000 meters tall transformed into 100,000 meters tall!

“With me, He Yiming, here today, you, Plague of Flood, won't want to hurt a single person!!!” He Yiming roared to the heavens, and the 100,000-meter-tall ancient tree manifested thousands of branches and leaves, surprisingly holding the huge tsunami that fell from the sky!

Boom boom boom!

The black-purple torrent crushed down again and again, trying to break through again and again!

He Yiming erupted his Nascent Soul Realm Azure Emperor Immortal Body, carrying the will of all the players, all the Ancient Folk, and transformed into that 100,000-meter huge ancient tree. He hardened himself against the tsunami that covered the sky!

Boom boom boom!

However, as time passed, the power of the Plague of Flood was still rising, and surprisingly, little by little, it began to suppress He Yiming's Heavenly Ancient Tree!

“Hold the grass!”

“This Plague of Flood is still enhancing?”

“It's over! It seems like Brother Ming won’t be able to top it!”

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Many players were shocked in unison, and a few of them tried to exert their power to support He Yiming, but they quickly stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Close to 24 hours of intense battle had long since emptied the players almost entirely.

“Brother Ming, hold on!”

“Brother Ming, you're a true man, you must hold on!”

“Go Brother Ming, I believe that Brother Ming is definitely the most durable!”

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So the players shouted out loudly, and at this point, they could only shout with all their strength to cheer He Yiming on!

The time it took for an incense stick to burn kept on passing.

The power of the Plague of Flood was rapidly rising, rising, and rising again!

That majestic and boundless tsunami power had been raised a full double from before once again!

He Yiming’s 100,000-meter gigantic sky-high ancient tree was almost crushed, and countless cracks had spread all over the huge ancient tree trunk!

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

Ka-ching!

With a crunching sound, the 100,000-meter huge heavenly ancient tree behind He Yiming finally couldn’t support itself and shattered!

In the next moment, the majestic and boundless black-purple torrent, transformed into a terrifying tsunami that was enough to swallow the sky and change the sun, descended from the sky and crushed down!

“It’s over!” The Ancient Folk knelt on the ground in unison, closing their eyes in despair.

There were only two skinny figures that looked up at the sky.

Broken-horned teenager Qing!

The little boy Wing!

The gazes of both of them were fixed on He Yiming the entire time.

“Three breaths left!” He Yiming whispered softly.

And so at this moment, He Yiming finally moved!

“Sword intent, Hengtian!

“Sword Intent, Windchaser!

“Sword Intent, Fusion!

“Sword Intent, Breakthought!

“Intent, Gravity!

“Intent, Formation Intent!

“Fusion!

“Sword of the Six Paths!!!”

He Yiming flipped his palm, and the Sword of Six Paths steeply surfaced in his hand!

“Reverse, Falling Star Galaxy!!!” With He Yiming’s low roar, a full ten thousand star greatswords emerged with a roar, the sword winds reversing towards the sky!

“Kill!!!” In the next moment, with He Yiming’s whisper, tens of thousands of Star Greatswords took to the air in unison, directly blasting towards that boundless tsunami!

Clatter!

This boundless black-purple torrent steeply made a pirouette, unexpectedly transforming into an ever-rotating drill that came crashing down!

Bang Bang Bang!

With a single strike, the Plague of Flood that transformed into a drill head shattered all of He Yiming’s tens of thousands of Great Swords!

This full strength shot of the Sword of the Six Paths’ Reverse Falling Star Galaxy only blocked the Plague of Flood for one breath!

“Susanoo!!!” He Yiming’s mind moved, and the immense and incomparable Susanoo reappeared, and above his body, 888 forces of intent roared and flowed, and he was even holding a sword of heavenly fire!

Boom!!!

Susanoo held the Sword of Heavenly Flame in one strike, and it blasted head-on onto the drill head that was transformed by the Plague of Flood’s Water Drill!

Bang!

In the next moment, Susanoo was shattered along with the Sword of Heavenly Fire!

But, once again, it blocked the Plague of Flood for one breath!

Although there was only one last breath of time left!

But if they couldn’t block this one breath!

Everyone, still all had to die!

“Brother Ming!!!” All the players raised their heads in unison, looking at the terrifying boundless black-purple torrent that was about to crush into their faces, and all of them cried out in unison in shock!

But at this very last moment, He Yiming came over and struck again! Without saying a word, he executed the final strike!