About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

Object?

Damn it, he didn't even know what to call it.

Although it looked like something made of bones, it had no shape at all, just a lump. On the surface, flesh and skin were constantly growing, and then it was eaten back by the bones. It was just a deformed, indescribable thing that was constantly expanding.

"What the hell..." Misa's mouth twitched wildly, "What the hell, what the hell is this thing that died at my doorstep again?"

126. Two-in-one Everyone is very powerful, why is it that you are so bad?

Liu Ji turned back into a potato.

Not long after Guoguo's arrow formation took effect, he suddenly turned into a potato.

Yin immediately found a flower pot from the magic space and planted Liu Ji in it.

Liu Ji once told her during a chat that once he turned into a potato, he would feel uncomfortable if he was not planted in the soil.

Wang Qi's breath completely disappeared. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be dead.

The hunters were celebrating their victory, but Yain and the others were a little dazed.

That was Wangqi...

Wangqi, who would end the battlefield once he appeared, was actually killed by Liu Ji.

Looking at the Yuntai full of traces of battle in front of them, they still have a strong sense of unreality, as if everything that just happened here is more like an impossible dream.

A dream that is enough to ignite hope for everyone who fights against the tyrant.

One Wangqi fell, will there be a second, a third?

Will there be a day when the people of this world can really defeat the tyrant?

This is a reasonable prospect.

Everyone present couldn't help but imagine this.

But, on the other hand, they are not the only ones who think this way.

And the tyrant himself.

This battle is not like the previous one against the front cavalry. They have no conditions to set up a blocking magic array. At this moment, the tyrant must have felt the death of Wangqi.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will soon follow the signal when Wangqi died to find him.

"Should we prepare to escape?" Mo Wente said in a low voice.

"Escape? No, it's useless," Ji Lunini shook his head and said, "If the tyrant is determined to hunt someone down, no one can escape."

The scene fell into silence again.

Even though they had won the battle, they were not happy at all.

If they left Liu Ji behind and ran away alone, they might be able to survive, but...

They were obviously not the kind of people who could do such a thing.

And even if they were the kind of people who could do such a thing, they would never give up the hope they had just touched.

In their hearts, Liu Ji, who had defeated Wang Qi, could even be regarded as the hope of the whole world. How could they, who had been destroyed by the tyrant and whose families had been destroyed, throw away this hope with their own hands?

"We have to hide him," Xiluo suddenly said.

As a former captain, she has always been worried that her decision would affect everyone's judgment, so she has rarely taken the initiative to speak on major issues.

But, at this moment, she raised her head and said firmly: "Even if we all die here, we must let him survive!"

"Ha, Xi Luo girl, I admire you for saying this, but," Jon Snow shook his head, "It's a pity that facing the tyrant, we are no different from the ants on the roadside. I don't mean to say that we should escape, but..."

Snow Snow sighed here.

Then, he was silent for a long time before he said: "We can't do anything. Now, our choices are nothing more than two, either escape or die here with him."

After the voice fell, there was silence at the scene.

No one refuted, because they all knew that what Jon Snow said was right.

It's just that they didn't want to say this powerless and cruel truth.

They suddenly realized that the moment they faced Wang Qi, they were actually in a dead end.

Either, they were killed by Wang Qi.

Or, they were killed by the tyrant.

Perhaps, the only way to survive was to abandon the people of the entire city and escape from the beginning.

But...

"You guys go."

At this moment, Ya Yin suddenly spoke.

"What?" Xue Nuo was stunned.

"I said, you guys go," Ya Yin raised her head, looked around, and said firmly, "I will stay with him, you guys go."

"No! How can we leave you behind..." Xi Luo said anxiously, but he was interrupted loudly by Ya Yin before he finished speaking.

"This should be my fault!" Yain said loudly, "If I hadn't wanted to stay and take revenge! If I hadn't mistaken that vanguard as the murderer who killed my teacher! If I hadn't thought that there would be a king rider nearby..."

"No! No one can think so much!" Xi Luo interrupted Yain, "That was the enemy who killed your only close relative! We would do the same if it were us!"

"Then I should be the only one left!" Yain said firmly, "You have no obligation to stay here and die with me because of my personal vengeance!"

"Then you don't have to stay and die either!" Snow interrupted, "Don't you still want to avenge that old guy! How can you..."

"No, I must stay," Yain said firmly, "He fell into this situation to help me get revenge, how can I abandon him and run away?"

"But even if you stay..." Jon Snow reached out his hand, as if he wanted to grab Yain's shoulder and continue to say something, but the next moment, an invisible wave of magic bounced him away.

Not only him, but everyone present was suddenly gathered together by a wave of energy.

Only Yain stood on the other side of the cloud platform, holding the pot of green potato seedlings, staring at them quietly.

"Phase storm? When did you..." Jon Snow looked at Yain in astonishment, only to see the latter take out the last dazzling gem hidden in his arms.

Oh, he should have thought of it earlier.

Yain is the student of that old guy. Isn't it the habit of that old guy to reserve a phase storm before the war?

You know, Yain relied on this to survive in the end.

Except for the tyrant, no one can find the trace of the people who were sent away from the remnants of the chaotic storm.

"No! Yain! No! You..."

Jon Snow had just shouted a word, and the invisible storm had already taken shape.

With a wave of extremely chaotic fluctuations, Snow and others disappeared instantly.

On the empty cloud platform, only Yain was left alone holding the pot of green potato seedlings of Liu Ji and Chengde.

She sat down slowly, held the potato seedlings in her arms, and buried her head.

The hunters were still celebrating their victory.

However, the laughter sounded to Yain, but she only felt a deep sense of powerlessness and sadness...

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However, what Yain could never have imagined was that at this time, the tyrant was not heading towards the direction of Mill City at all.

With a muffled bang, the tyrant fell into the desert, raising a cloud of dust.

"Hey, a rare guest," Misa turned his head and looked behind him, "Isn't this our destined son of heaven who is determined to conquer the world? How come you have time to come to my place? Do you want to try the shaved ice I made?"

"Put away your nonsense, I suggest you give me an honest explanation," the tyrant's figure appeared from the dust, his face gloomy, "Or do you really think I can't kill you?"

"Explanation? What?" Misa looked at the tyrant with a puzzled look, "I haven't even left the house recently, lying at home in the sun can provoke you?"

"Don't play dumb with me," the tyrant said coldly, "Then tell me what's in front of you?"

The thing in front of Misa at this moment is the indescribable thing that suddenly appeared next to the ancient desert city before. At this time, this thing has expanded to hundreds of meters high, constantly squirming, and getting bigger and bigger bit by bit.

"Ah? Oh, you're talking about this?" Misa pouted, "I was just about to ask you, where did this energy-level non-combustible garbage come from? It turns out that it's produced here? Can you throw this kind of stuff somewhere else next time? I feel uncomfortable seeing this kind of stuff suddenly appear next to my house."

"Stop arguing with me, I don't have the patience to listen to your quibbling," the tyrant stared at Misa with a gloomy face.

"Who is arguing with you," Misa raised his eyebrows, "I said I don't know, otherwise you can ask those bastards who hang around every now and then to see if I have ever left the city?"

The tyrant looked at Misa and remained silent.

Misa raised his chin slightly and looked back silently, not afraid at all.

After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, the tyrant frowned, pushed Misa aside, and walked towards the squirming indescribable thing.

Misa was not angry, he stepped aside and looked at the tyrant quietly.

He wanted to see how this guy was going to deal with this strange thing.

Who knew that the tyrant walked in front of the thing, and he actually drew out his sword directly, and with a slash, he set off a huge golden flame tornado, which directly enveloped the indescribable thing in the flames.

Accompanied by some kind of shrill scream from nowhere, the indescribable thing was quickly swallowed by the flames, and in a few seconds, most of it was burned.

"Huh? Burned directly?" Mass muttered, touching his chin, "Seeing that you are so aggressive, I thought this thing is very important to you?"

The tyrant glanced at Mass and did not respond.

In the time it took to say this sentence, the indescribable thing had been completely burned to ashes by the golden flames.

The tyrant gently waved his sword to disperse the flames, and then stared at the remaining ashes on the ground.

"It's all burned to ashes, what's there to see?" Just when Mass was thinking so,

Suddenly, the ashes scattered around instantly reversed, as if time was reversed, rotating, gathering, and expanding, and finally gathered together again, returning to its original appearance.

Still squirming, still disgusting, still indescribable.

"Tsk..." The tyrant's face was a little ugly.

"Hey, this effect," Mass rubbed his chin, "It's interesting, it doesn't look like magic, is this some kind of curse?"

"Watch your words, this is God's grace," the tyrant glared at Mass.

"God's grace?" Mass looked at the tyrant a little strangely.

He didn't expect that this word would come out of this guy's mouth.

But obviously, the tyrant didn't want to say more to Mass, without even looking at him, and backhanded another sword to cut the indescribable thing in front of him.

The same scene appeared again, still the familiar fire tornado, burning the monster to ashes in a few seconds, and then a few seconds later, the reverse flow appeared again, and the monster returned to its original state.

Still as disgusting, still indescribable.

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Outside the city of Mir, in the Monster Canyon.

The Tyrant troops on standby were rarely in a state of chaos. Many soldiers stood up and sat down from time to time. Some troops suddenly began to move towards the door, but walked back after a while.

The reason was obvious, because they suddenly could not feel the presence of the King Cavalry.

Not only the King Cavalry as the commander, but even the Front Cavalry as the deputy commander could not sense it.

Since their birth, their troops have been under the direct command of the 11th King Cavalry. They have never thought about the disappearance of the commander, nor have they made any relevant plans.

Well...

Although they never seem to think much or make any plans.

In short, the current troops are like a body without a brain, and they begin to move around involuntarily based on nerve reflexes.

And when they saw that they were becoming more and more chaotic, suddenly, a sword drilled out of the ground from the center of the cave.

At that moment, all the soldiers paused.

Because they recognized the sword.

There was no doubt that it was the sword of their commander.

However, the familiar aura on the sword was completely gone.