All My Disciples Suck!

Chapter 742

As a result, after seeing a dozen or so smelly feet put into the heavenly fire and grilled, he turned around and went back to the place of seclusion, sealing all the gaps without saying a word.

But it had to be said that although the Rotary Hot Pot City stank…

It finally managed to pull through after the last incense stick!

“Brothers, well done! This Plague of Cold, we Demon players have finally defeated it!!!” Demon Itachi raised his arms and roared steeply!

Ow ow ow oh!

The hundred-odd Demon Race players wearing nose plugs who insisted on not going offline raised their arms in unison!

At this moment, the cold air gradually dissipated away from the great earth of the Ancient Era, and the blue sun in the sky turned back to crimson red!

Warmth once again shone over the entire earth.

“Wind Rise!!!” As He Yiming raised his hand, a huge powerful wind blasted up, and it swept away the 'Foot Stink Poison' that had enveloped the entire city!

“Damn, you bunch of demon wage earners, cross-stewing shit! It's disgusting!”

“Bullshit, we were sacrificing ourselves to save the Ancient Folk, okay?”

“Fuck off, that stench almost killed me!”

“Nonsense, my feet smell great. Don't believe me, come and take a bite!”

“If I don't kill you today, blame me!”

“Aigoo aigoo, come on, hit me ah!”

—

At this time, the third-test human and demon players were quarreling so much that they almost fought.

It wasn't until He Yiming appeared that both sides stopped.

“Brother Ming, these assholes are making a bad smell, quick, block them!”

“Bullshit, Brother Ming, these losers are useless. Why don't we kick them and replace them with my cousin!”

—

Both sides shouted loudly, then their gazes looked at He Yiming in unison, waiting for Brother Ming's reply.

“Demon Itachi!”

“Here!”

“Since it's a roasted foot tactic, why don't you make a wooden barrier, wouldn't that stop the stench from spreading?”

“?”

—

The air suddenly fell into an awkward silence.

“Hahaha, silly!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's right and you're supposed to be highly intelligent?”

“Laughing my ass off!”

—

The third-test human players burst out laughing, each one of them being proud.

“As for you third-test Human Race disciples, what did you do against the Plague of Cold?” He Yiming spoke faintly.

“???” The air, once again, fell into an awkward silence.

“Hahaha, this group of trash. Yeah, what were you guys doing?”

“Laughing my ass off, this wave is all thanks to the power of our Demon Race's Heavenly Fire. I wonder, you bunch of trash, what were you doing?”

“Hanging around? Being a corpse? Come on, tell me loudly, you group of trash, what were you doing?”

—

The Demon players instantly got excited, and their mouths were blasting one after another without stopping.

“Quiet!” He Yiming waved his hand, stopping the two sides of the players from having a war of words.

“The biggest contributors to the fight against the Plague of Cold are the group of disciples such as the Demon Itachi! You guys did a great job! The other disciples of the Demon Race have also done well! Keep up the good work!

“As for the human disciples, you have contributed nothing this time around, but this Patriarch can understand that what you need to do is to rest well and recover as quickly as possible! Prepare yourselves for the arrival of the next calamity!

“Understand?”

He Yiming said in a fair and impartial manner.

“We understand! Brother Ming, we were wrong!” The players replied in unison.

But privately.

“Damn, this bunch of trash! How dare they say that my feet stink? This vegneance, I'll remember it!”

“Damn, this bunch of wage earners! How dare they taunt me as a lazy dog? This vengeance, I'll remember it!”

—

The contempt that both sides had for each other not only didn't lessen, but instead became more severe.

He Yiming had thought that his fair and impartial judgment had understood this quarrel! But He Yiming hadn't even thought that this quarrel that was forcibly terminated had become the trigger for the big event that happened late ..

“Three days from now, the fourth plague will begin, the Plague of Disease! The duration will be the same three days!

“He Yiming, you have to be careful, the truly terrifying part of this plague lies in the immense mind damage that will be inflicted on the Ancient Folk and your disciples!”

Seeing that He Yiming had come to find her, Mu Xueying smiled faintly and said directly.

“Attacking the ming?” He Yiming's face changed.

Nowadays, the shelters established by the players had been continuously upgraded by the players, with a huge wooden recluse roof as a barricade, and ten million acres of fields as food output, plus the Rotating Hot Pot City that had been remodeled!

Facilities could be said to have been constructed quite flawlessly!

The general calamity was not really much to be afraid of!

But…

What if it's an attack on the mind ?

Would there still be a way to fight it?

He Yiming silently clenched his right fist, but he could only feel the faint power of the Azure Emperor Immortal Body.

It would take a lot of time to fully recover!

“Hmm, I see!” He Yiming nodded, turned around, and walked towards the square.

“Disciples!” As He Yiming summoned, quite a few players who had gone offline came online, and soon, almost all of them gathered in the square.

Quite a few of the Ancient Folk were also curious and looked over, however, they were all afraid of disturbing these benefactors, so they only dared to watch from afar.

“One day, I want to be just like Lord He Yiming!” Broken-horned teenager Qing looked at He Yiming’s figure, filled with a strong sense of admiration.

“Three days later, the fourth calamity, the Plague of Disease will appear! As its name suggests, this calamity is bound to be extremely terrifying!

“All human disciples, you must recover as quickly as possible, the Pseudo-Divine ability of Life is Engless that you control will be the strongest and only weapon against the Plague of Diseases!

“In addition, this Patriarch now declares that until the end of the Five Plagues of the Heavenly Dao, private fights between any disciples are strictly forbidden!

“All power shall be reserved to fight against the Five Plagues of the Heavenly Dao!”

He Yiming slowly announced to.

“Yes!” The players all nodded, all feeling that there was nothing wrong with it.

However, the human and demon players of the Third Test all glared fiercely at each other.

Damn, when the plot of the Five Plague of the Heavenly Dao is over, you’ll see how I’ll clean you up!

He Yiming finished his instructions before he returned to his retreat place to rest in peace.

“The realm is still fine, the remaining luck points from before were very sufficient, I’ve already recovered to peak Heavenly Pill cultivation! But it’s too difficult to recover the realm of the Azure Emperor Immortal Body! It’s only barely just recovered to the Heavenly Pill Realm’s Major Achievement Realm in these few days!” He Yiming sat down on his knees and felt the state of his body.

According to his current cultivation speed, it would take at least a few years to recover to the realm where the Heavenly Pill Realm was once perfect!

To break through to the Nascent Soul Realm again?

Basically, it’s a matter of chance!

To put it simply, normal means were out of the question!

However…

“Fortunately, I had the foresight before!” He Yiming grinned at the corner of his mouth, and with a flip of his palm, he took out a small thumb-sized piece of strange soil.

The Resting Soil!

Although most of the Resting Soil was left by He Yiming in the five cultivation towers within the Yan Huang Sect.

However, just in case, He Yiming had carried a portion of the Resting Soil with him, and now, it was indeed time to put it to use!

Wow!

He Yiming flipped the palm of his right hand and took out another thumb-sized piece of Resting Soil.

“One piece, after I’ve absorbed all of it, it should be able to help my Azure Emperor Immortal Body realm recover to Heavenly Pill Perfection within the greater part of a month! As for whether or not I can break through to Nascent Soul Realm again, it depends on fate!

“The other piece can be buried within this Rotating Hot Pot City, and with the power of the formation, linked to each and every human player, accelerating their recovery speed!

“The players’ Azure Emperor Immortal Body realms are not high, so this small piece of Resting Soil is basically enough!”

He Yiming finished his thoughts, so without further hesitation, he first raised his hand and sealed a small piece of resting soil into the ground of the Rotating Hot Pot City, and then set up an array to link its aura to more than 5,000 human players.

Even if the players went offline, they could still recover at high speed!

As for the other piece, it was held in He Yiming’s hand, forcefully absorbing the aura of the resting soil to speed up his own recovery.

This was indeed wasteful, but it couldn’t be helped.

Not to mention whether or not the players would be able to get through the Plague of Disease, the last plague, the Demonic Plague of Death, was absolutely terrifying to the extreme, and one had to return their status to the strongest as soon as possible!

So He Yiming closed his eyes and entered a closed state of recovery.

But at this time, there were two major waves of people, and they gathered in different places within the Rotary Hot Pot City. They began the sinister, evil, despicable, shameless, and dirty horrible plan…