All My Disciples Suck! - Chapter 724

Chapter 724

Chapter 724 : Tell Me Out Loud, What Is Your Answer?

Buzz buzz buzz…

A Great Dao burning sound suddenly rang out, instantly transforming into a single will in the minds of every player, the Ancient Folk, and even He Yiming and Mu Xueying.

“You are qualified to live, leave quickly! Otherwise…

“There is no amnesty for suppression!”

The Plague of Flood unexpectedly manifested a voice that resounded in the minds of everyone present.

The meaning of this sentence was simple.

That was that this Plague of Flood recognized the strength of He Yiming and the players, allowing He Yiming and the players to leave alive!

“What about them?” He Yiming spoke indifferently, pointing to the Ancient Folk.

“The group of mole crickets and weak worms must be suppressed!” That will slowly spoke in words that He Yiming and the players could understand.

“Huh!” He Yiming immediately laughed.

This Plague of Flood was obviously bullying the weak and seeing that he and the players were not easy to deal with, it gave them a way out!

As for the Ancient Folk being defenseless, it was only natural that they would be completely slaughtered.

“Lord He Yiming…” Broken Horn Junior Qing raised his head, and like all the other Ancient Folk, he looked towards He Yiming, towards the 10,000 or so Yan Huang Sect disciples.

Regardless of what choice He Yiming made, all the Ancient Folk would not resent a single point!

To be able to fight to this point, all of the Ancient Folk were already grateful.

“Disciples, the Plague of Flood wants us to give up these five million plus lives!”

“Disciples, tell me out loud, what is your answer?”

He Yiming spoke indifferently.

Mu Xueying was also looking at the players at this time.

Mu Xueying was absolutely certain that if the ones standing here were geniuses from the Upper Realm or any normal cultivator, all of them would not hesitate to abandon the Ancient Folk and get away safely on their own.

That was the right choice.

However…

“The Plague of Flood, you can eat your own shit!!!” All the players yelled out in unison and made international hand gestures in a neat manner!

The left arm was horizontal, the right arm was vertical, and more than 10,000 middle fingers went up in unison!

“You… seek your own death!”

Although the Plague of Flood didn’t know the meaning of this vertical middle finger, it instantly comprehended the majestic battle intent on the players!

And so the Plague of Flood directly closed that one channel.

The Plague of Flood did not change again, just unconsciously…

The number of water-shaped monsters was increasing, and the frequency of their attacks was getting faster and faster!

Obviously, the Plague of Flood might have given up on constant changes and settled on the idea of ​​a war of attrition!

Let’s see who can last longer!

“…… ”

Mu Xueying was unable to speak for a long time.

Mu Xueying realized that not only was she unable to see through He Yiming, she couldn’t even understand He Yiming’s disciples.

Earlier, Wang Lufei had been alone and had dragged everyone down in order to save the two Ancient Folk!

However, not a single person blamed Wang Lufei!

Now, in the face of this completely invincible Plague of Flood, every disciple of He Yiming made the exact same choice!

To fight to the end!

Not for any benefits, nor for any chances. It was a quality that Mu Xueying could not see in any normal cultivator!

“Worthy of being your disciples… they really resemble you, He Yiming!” Mu Xueying tilted her head, looking at He Yiming’s figure and couldn’t help but smile.

At the same time…

“What the hell, it’ll take another 23 hours to connect? Toxic!!!” Beef Noodles once again put on the virtual helmet, took a look at the time, and directly vomited blood.

“Hey, that kid, Purgatory, is probably going to die! 23 hours! Can he resist it? Tsk tsk, this kid is just too miserable!

“There’s nothing I could do. Better go out and eat rotary hotpot. Ah, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve eaten!

Beef Noodle then skillfully went out…

At the same time…

In the Ancient Era, within the Xuanwu Flower…

“Master!!!”

Purgatory, who gradually transformed into a black and purple figure, silently shedding tears once again.

How much longer will one have to endure such immense pain? How much longer do I have to let my master suffer for myself?

Hateful…

I myself, but can’t do anything!

“No!

“Master put his life on the line for me!

“How can I just watch?

“I want to be as powerful as Master! As earth-shaking!”

“Then… I have to put down all three views and ideas, and as long as I can become stronger, any means and ways will be used! I’m going to break the bonds of all traditions and inherent concepts just like Master!”

Purgatory’s mind moved, and the more he looked at his Master’s miserable figure, the belief in Purgatory’s heart became stronger!

So the next moment…

“Xuanwu shit! Come to me… Refine!!!” Purgatory let out a low roar and put the power of talent into frantic operation!

At first, there were only scattered Xuanwu shit slowly taking off into the air, slowly floating towards Purgatory!

But as time passed, more and more Xuanwu shit kept flying towards Purgatory!

Ka-ching!

Ka-ching!

Ka-ching!

The massive essence power remaining within the Xuanwu shit was constantly being crushed, compressed, and condensed before being sucked into Purgatory’s body, turning it into a part of Purgatory’s power!

With every breath, Purgatory’s strength continued to rise!

“Master, I finally understand why you brought me here… I didn’t expect that Master would actually go to such painstaking lengths for me…” The more powerful Purgatory became, the more his worship for Beef Noodles rose!

—

Time was like water, quietly passing.

One hour…

Two hours…

Three hours…

Ten o’clock!

He Yiming couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cool air when he opened his eyes again.

The scale of the Plague of Flood had been huge to a heaven-defying level!

The massive torrent, which was a full 40,000 meters tall, was circling back at high speeds, surrounding He Yiming and the players.

And the number of water-shaped monsters already increased to a point where they were dense and almost uncountable at a glance, and they were still increasing!

At this time, all the players were fighting, but each of them were exhausted and their aura was weak to the limit.

He Yiming took a glance and saw that even Wang Lufei and the others were gasping for air. Their faces were as pale as snow.

However, that Plague of Flood had been gathering strength, clearly waiting for an opportunity!

A chance to crush all the players in one fell swoop after the players were exhausted to the extreme!

Many players could see it as well, but there was nothing they could do.

The scale of the Plague of Flood was simply too massive!

It was enough to wash away billions and billions of miles of the entire earth of the Ancient Era. Even if less than one ten-thousandth of it coalesced here, no matter how much the players fought, they would not be able to cut down a single point or a single millimeter!

Another full hour passed!

Then one incense stick, two incense sticks, three incense sticks!

At the time when the Plague of Flood was away from receding, just short of the last incense stick…

The Plague of Flood finally moved!

Rumble!!!

A terrifying roar shook the entire earth as the black-purple torrent rose up from the ground, directly transforming into a torrent that was 100,000 meters in size!

It erupted from all directions at the same time, transforming into a tsunami that covered the sky and rose up into the air, carrying the aura of crushing everything and falling down!

“Hold the grass!”

The players were already exhausted at this point, and only after realizing that the water-shaped monsters had suddenly stopped attacking, they thought that they could breathe a sigh of relief, only to find out that this Plague of Flood had actually launched the strongest onslaught ever within the last incense stick of time!

“My god!”

“Such a huge tsunami?”

“Damn it, I am running out of stamina!”

—

All the players strained to raise their heads with a burst of intent.

This Plague of Flood was surprisingly so sinister. I had been sending endless also water-shaped monsters to consume the players’ strength, and when all the players were exhausted, this launched that heaven-shaking extinction-level of power!

Once this 100,000 meter wave fell, all players would die!

Once the players were all dead, that terrifying flood would instantly wipe out the entire city and the more than 5 million Ancient Folks in it!

Right at this critical moment!

He Yiming slowly got up.

“Disciples, you have done well!

“Next, leave it to this Patriarch!!!”