My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

Chapter 15

　　"Your plan is very good. This flood, one of the five disasters of heaven, is indeed too powerful! There is almost no chance of winning against it on the ground!"

　　"Hiding in the depths of the earth and using the power of the earth to get shelter is the best choice!"

　　"but……"

　　"The Five Disasters of Heaven and Dao are for the purpose of slaughtering the people of the ancient times! What this flood cleans is not the powerful real dragons, nor the ancient beasts, but the people of the ancient times!"

　　"Even if you hide in the ground, this flood will come after you!"

　　……

　　He Yiming could sense malice from the rain that fell before!

　　A cruel and overbearing force that wants to slaughter all the weak and malicious!It even goes against common sense and has the ability to track!

　　Even a drop of rain is so terrifying, not to mention the five disasters of heaven!

　　"The biggest and deadliest aspect of your plan is..."

　　"You deep well, what do you use as a load-bearing object to block the flood?" He Yiming said slowly.

　　"That's naturally, using the power of wooden escape to condense a strong manhole cover support, as long as it is a kilometer thick, it should be no problem?" Xingchen replied.

　　"Do you think you can succeed?" He Yiming asked rhetorically.

　　"Brother Ming, what do you mean, there are cheap dolls who will steal our manhole cover?" The old Hasuma of Qianshou asked in shock.

　　"???" Everyone's eyes turned to Qianshou's old column.

　　Can you be more normal when you step on a horse? Why did 12 suddenly get swayed by you on such a serious topic?

　　"if……"

　　"This flood is not a dead thing, but has its own will, like a cruel and terrifying predator? How can you resist?" He Yiming said slowly.

　　In the ancient times, a drop of rain was even hard to resist even one's own god and demon!

　　How ferocious will this flood, one of the five disasters of heaven, be?

　　Even planning for the worst might not be enough!

　　No wonder Mu Xueying said that the Five Disasters of Heaven are absolutely unstoppable by the human race of this era!

　　He Yiming even has a terrible intuition.

　　If it is said that a drop of rain in the Primordial Rain is considered a mortal baby level!

　　Then, a stream of water in the flood disaster among the five disasters of heaven, I am afraid...

　　It is Tiandan level!

　　"In short, you continue to complete the plan, but at the same time, start thinking about how to resist the flood!"

　　"Yes!"

　　He Yiming turned around and just walked to the balcony to leave when he saw a familiar figure.

　　Mu Xueying.

　　"Mu Xueying..." He Yiming looked at the stunning woman in front of him, and for a while, he couldn't figure out whether the other party was an enemy or a friend.

　　Mu Xueying's body is always filled with waves of terrifying aura!

　　Intuition is telling He Yiming to stay away from this woman!

　　But at the same time, this woman always made all kinds of unimaginable actions, which made He Yiming's eyes unable to take his eyes off her.

　　"He Yiming, you have a group of very good disciples!" Mu Xueying smiled sweetly.

　　"Well, I know!" He Yiming nodded.

　　"To share the artistic conception, you must be a major in the same exercise, with a considerable physique and blood flowing, in order to achieve this!"

　　"There are some powerful and secret forces in the upper realm, there are also such schools!"

　　"But their pattern is too small after all!"

　　"It's far from being like your disciple!"

　　……

　　Mu Xueying spoke slowly.

　　"..." He Yiming just listened quietly. He Yiming knew that Mu Xueying suddenly said this, and he must have wanted to express something.

　　"The biggest difficulty in sharing artistic conception is trust!"

　　"If the two geniuses can really share the power of artistic conception with each other, then the increase in strength must be amazing! But..."

　　"How to ensure that the other party is not playing tricks on the power of the mood shared in? How to ensure that the other party will not take a step more greedy, secretly attack himself, and directly seize the power of his own mood?" Mu Xueying spoke again.

　　He Yiming was silent.

　　In this intriguing world of monks, trust is indeed an almost unsolvable problem.

　　Instead of sharing the mood with other monks, then...

　　Why didn't Lao Tzu kill him directly, seize his artistic conception and all the opportunities, and make it his own?Wouldn't it be better?

　　Any cultivator, once this idea arises in his heart, he will never go back.

　　Just like the Temple of Heaven, the ancestors of Yan Mo endowed each of the tribesmen with the power of powerful artistic conception Yan Mo!

　　But, isn't this not through the power of this artistic conception, Yan Mo completely controls every guardian of the gods, and controls its life and death in a single thought?

　　"What do you want to say?" He Yiming asked directly.

　　"If you need it..."

　　"I can tell you a secret technique that can permanently capture the power of your disciple's mood and turn it into your own power!" Mu Xueying opened her mouth and finally revealed her purpose.

　　"!" He Yiming was startled.

　　He Yiming knew from Mu Xueying's words.

　　From the moment she was born, Mu Xueying was not a simple and kind girl, and she would never be related to a woman of the Virgin of the White Lotus.

　　This woman is real...

　　bad woman!

　　As a man of justice, He Yiming naturally said without hesitation.

　　"Okay, I need it now, come, tell me!" He Yiming asked directly, and took out a jade slip in his right hand, ready to record.

　　Mu Xueying was stunned for a moment, then smiled sweetly.

　　"That's what I like about you! It's not pedantic, and it's never false!" Mu Xueying threw it casually, and a jade slip fell into He Yiming's hands.

　　"Let me tell you another special news!"

　　"Young Master Liudao, you can also use this secret technique!"

　　……

　　Mu Xueying smiled slightly, then turned and left.

　　He Yiming ran his spiritual sense, checked the jade slip a few times, and confirmed that there was no problem, and then stuck it between his eyebrows.

　　Soon, He Yiming knew what this secret technique was.

　　Soul Luck!

　　To put it simply, this secret technique starts with lending a favor to the other party and letting the other party say that he owes a favor.

　　After that, gradually grant more favors until the other party is in danger of life and death!

　　Once this is done, the soul transport technique is completely completed!

　　The other party will become one of his children!

　　As long as the person who casts the soul movement technique has a thought, he can capture all the power of the other party's mood, as well as the opportunities and talents he has obtained!

　　Cruel and insidious!

　　"Crack!" He Yiming crushed 973 jade slips.

　　"So that's the case, so to speak, the Six Dao Young Master came to this secret realm, not for the secret realm at all..." He Yiming understood.

　　The strength of each of the three younger generations that Mu Xueying brought was bottomless.

　　Although that Jian Aolai hardly spoke, the sword intent he exuded was not under him at all. He just didn't know why he came to this secret realm?

　　As for the red-haired man, He Yiming also learned from Mu Xueying that he was the fiance arranged by Mu Xueying's family for Mu Xueying, the descendant of the fallen emperor, the descendant of Chidi, Chimo!

　　What is this Chimo coming to this secret realm for?

　　He Yiming didn't care about the other human geniuses at first, but these three people made He Yiming extremely jealous.

　　Because He Yiming can feel that these three people probably have the power to fight against the Nascent Soul Realm!Even if it may not be by his own strength, it is indeed ferocious!

　　"Boom!!!" At this moment, He Yiming looked up, his expression changed.

　　The thunder sounded, and it seemed that it was raining heavily in a very distant place.

　　"The rain of this day is the rain of death. I hope that those who are drenched by the rain will be blessed!" He Yiming looked into the distance, turned around, and returned to the cave again.

　　Floods may occur at any time, what He Yiming has to do is to adjust his state.

　　at the same time……

　　"Hold the grass, this rain is poisonous! Nima!!!"

　　Beef Noodles looked at the rain falling from the sky again, and took a breath! .

Chapter 16

　　"This game is too shameless, Nima, what kind of bullshit is this ancient times, a drop of rain can kill people, and this horseman can still play? I strongly protest, strongly condemn! Mad!" Beef noodles couldn't help shouting loudly.

　　If it wasn't for the reminder from his new apprentice that he was almost killed by a drop of rain, would you believe it?