About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

"There's no way to practice here anyway, so you'd better wait, wait for us..." Yayin said, her voice getting smaller and smaller, "Wait until we find him..."

"Yeah," Mowente just agreed without saying anything more.

Although he was actually quite optimistic about whether Liu Ji was still alive, after all, these potatoes were acting so ordinary now. It was hard to imagine that if Liu Ji was gone, they would have no reaction at all.

But after all, I haven't seen Liu Ji in person now, so I can't get to the bottom of my heart.

The dirt hollow moved on.

Mowente looked up and looked forward, narrowed his eyes slightly, and reminded: "We have entered the territory. There are some construction sites above us, but they are still far apart."

"The ground terrain of this route is bad enough, and their buildings should not be paved so quickly, but..." Yayin looked into the distance with some worry, "I guess the situation on the cliff that separates the desert will not be too bad. good."

"As long as you dive deep enough, you may not be discovered," Callidora interjected, "I can give us some cognitive cover."

"It's hard to say. Once their underground network is formed, their perception is too strong," Yayin shook her head and said, "Anyway, let's see when the time comes. If it doesn't work, I will just use the phase storm to throw us into the desert, but the landing point may be relatively small. Take a chance.”

"But it doesn't matter, since we have them to guide us, we don't have to worry about getting lost." Callidora rubbed the potato boy next to her, "Why don't we just do this?"

"No, after all, it's not difficult in the past," Yayin sighed, "The difficult thing is what to do when we come back. If we use phase storm and we are unlucky, we will be in trouble if we fall into the middle of their territory. , so I wanted to try to see if I could pass through it using conventional means."

"Okay, let's make preparations early," Mo Wen nodded.

However, just as the three of them were talking about this, Yuan suddenly took a step forward and stopped them in front of them with a wave of his hand.

Yayin and Mowente were both stunned. Although they didn't understand what Yuan meant, Yayin still stopped moving forward.

A golden light flashed in Mowente's eyes and swept across the wall.

For a moment, his eyes widened, and his right hand instantly touched the scabbard, about to unsheath the blazing mastiff.

But at this moment, Kui suddenly jumped towards the wall, stabbed the knife into the wall with his backhand, and then with a fierce hook, he pulled out a black monster covered with jet-black roots from the soil.

As soon as the monster was pulled out, with a strange neighing sound, the countless roots on its body instantly stabbed Kui.

However, Kui was unmoved at all. With a flash of his sword, he split the monster into three pieces and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of filth and seeping into the soil.

When he saw the strange thing, Mowente immediately raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise: "What the hell, which way did you go?!"

"The conditions on the ground are bad. Which way do you think it is?" Yayin shrugged, "Go back the same way. Well, as for these things, without their core, they seem to be hungry..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan suddenly stabbed the wall with his sword.

After a while, dark mud seeped out of the wall.

"Ah, it seems I can't stay long. Then, I'll leave the security to you. I'm going to speed up," Yayin said, pointing her wand forward and chanting a spell at high speed.

"Grass, this is too..." Mowente cursed lowly, pulled out the blazing mastiff, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and slashed into the air with a backhand knife.

The next moment, the dark monster just appeared in the path of his slashing, and was split in half by his knife.

"Then, passengers, sit tight," Yayin said, and the surrounding soil began to accelerate forward at an extremely fast speed, all the way towards the desert.

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"Then it's the tower in front that I want you to smash," Tulin said, pointing to the tall tower not far away.

It was a huge tower hundreds of meters high and hundreds of meters wide at the base.

"An internal map?" Liu Ji hooked his hand at Tulin.

"Sorry, no, but your target location is very clear, at the top of the tower," Tulin said.

"That's really helpful. At least I don't have to think about going underground," Liu Ji said, whether sincerely or sarcastically.

Turin shrugged noncommittally.

"What about you? I guess you don't dare to go?" Liu Ji asked.

"You're right, I'll wait for you here," Turin said, sitting next to the wall of the construction site.

"Where is the Eighth King's Cavalry?" Liu Ji asked, "You said he might be here."

"Ah, no, to be precise, he is indeed here," Tulin shrugged. "You are right, you are indeed very unlucky in this regard. By the way, do you need information?"

"Didn't you say it was a bonus?" Liu Ji raised his eyebrows.

"Then, what if you suddenly want to open up wasteland by yourself, right?" Tulin grinned, then took out a paper airplane from his arms, pushed it gently, and let the paper airplane fly towards Liu Ji.

Liu Ji caught the paper airplane, glanced at Tulin with a subtle expression, and then unfolded the paper airplane.

After a cursory glance, he frowned and asked in surprise: "So weak?"

"Is he weak? His glorious record is the best among all the king's knights. The third king's knight is only slightly better than him," Tulin shrugged.

Liu Ji glanced at Tulin, then looked at the information in his hand. After reading it carefully for a while, he still said doubtfully: "It's strange, I still feel so weak..."

"Maybe," Tulin smiled, "I suggest you not to underestimate the enemy. In short, I wish you good military luck?"

"I will," Liu Ji said, after receiving the information, he walked towards the tall tower on a carpet made of grass.

208. No matter how fancy you are with the two-in-one, I’ll just give you a mouthful anyway.

Under the tower, Liu Ji raised his eyes to look at the tall building in front of him and gently touched his chin.

Then what should be done.

To be honest, he was not in a good mood. Ever since those memories came to his mind, he had been unable to calm down.

How about being more direct? Sometimes, people always need to find a gap to relax and relax.

Blue green grass covered every corner for miles, and even began to take root on the unfinished wall.

Every piece of wood, even stone, and even in the metal gaps where soil was accumulated, green grass sprouted.

Then, Liu Ji changed his form.

After realizing the realm of the tyrant, Liu Ji understood one thing.

He has been holding back his unused abilities, thinking that the powerful blow he should use as his trump card is just a decent fist to the tyrant.

Frustrated?

Of course there is, and it's very strong.

But more importantly than the frustration, Liu Ji figured out one thing.

Since this blow can allow him to touch the threshold of that realm, what he has to do is not to stay away from it, but to use it as much as possible to experience that completely unfamiliar realm.

Far away from the realm of ordinary people.

Even if it cannot be used in actual combat, at least it can point the way for him to continue to improve his strength.

And that's what he needs now.

After all, although his own abilities are very good at broadening the diversity of abilities horizontally, there currently seems to be no good direction for upward breakthroughs.

It might be an idea to try to use more abilities at the same time, but Liu Ji didn't know how to do this, so he could only try to swallow more disasters.

But the pain of the last disaster was still fresh in his mind. If Mazu hadn't helped him, it's hard to say whether he could have succeeded.

Walking under the tower, Liu Ji clenched his fists.

The road ahead is held in this fist.

Accumulating strength, bursting out, and punching out, at the cost of disintegrating his entire body, Liu Ji once again used his full strength.

This time, he carefully experienced the slow process of the punch from accumulating power to striking out. He reduced his perception of time to the lowest level, and carefully experienced the process of the punch's energy from gathering to being released. The whole process, trying to find out whether there is some unique node and power logic.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel something.

Some unexplainable things.

He tried to grab those things, but the energy of this punch had reached the stage of being completely released, and the trace of enlightenment disappeared without a trace as the energy completely exploded.

Then, Liu Ji's figure slowly condensed, fell in front of the tower, and slowly opened his eyes.

A huge hollow appeared before our eyes. A huge hollow was blasted out from underneath the entire giant tower. Behind the tower, countless spiers were overturned and affected by the aftermath, and the entire fan-shaped area was in a mess.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Ji couldn't help but wonder, if he wanted to use thermal weapons to cause such a large area of ​​damage, how much explosion would be needed.

But it turned out to be just a bomb.

As for the Tyrant, that is a real humanoid nuclear explosion.

At this moment, Liu Ji suddenly heard an old man coming from behind him.

"My friend from outside, you don't seem to be in a good mood..."

Liu Ji turned around and saw an old man wearing a cloak with no face standing behind him, holding a bamboo basket and a golden pumpkin biscuit in his hand, which he handed to him.

"How about a cookie, maybe it will make you feel better."

Liu Ji glanced at him, sneered, and was about to take action.

"Hey, don't be so angry," the old man smiled scornfully, "Do you have a memory you want to forget? Eat it, and the memory will fade away."

"Ah, I understand. After death, of course it fades away," Liu Ji said indifferently, "Do you think I look like a fool?"

"Don't say that. Besides, if you want to die, you have to be able to die, right?" The old man still didn't take back the cookie in his hand, "Besides...you have a lot of doubts about this world and tyrants, right? Eat it." With it, you can understand everything you want to know.”

"No, I don't trust you," Liu Ji remained indifferent, "I don't need your answer either."

"Really, that's a pity," the old man sighed softly and put the biscuits back into the bamboo basket angrily. "In this case, I can only inform the king of your situation... Huh?"

The old man looked at his chest in astonishment.

It was a hand protruding from his chest, and it was clearly holding his beating heart.

"Do you think I will give you this opportunity?" Liu Ji's cold words sounded. He looked forward and clearly saw Liu Ji revealing the arm hidden behind his back.

The front part of the arm suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, flames burst out and screams were heard...

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes.

Accompanied by violent explosions, the majestic tower was shaken violently.

The old man knew that the lower part of the tower had been blasted.

But he closed his eyes again.

The next moment, Liu Ji suddenly felt a strange impact coming from behind. In just a moment, his newly condensed body was shattered into pieces again.

Just the next second, his figure regrouped on the other side.

"Unexpectedly, your actions are quite resolute?"

Whispering, Liu Ji's right hand instantly stabbed toward the empty front.

Blood splattered, and the old man's figure emerged from the void. His body was stabbed straight by Liu Ji's right hand, and his living heart was beating in Liu Ji's palm.

"What a pity, do you think this poor concealment can be hidden from my eyes?" Liu Ji looked at him with an indifferent tone.

The next moment, the old man clearly felt that something flowed into his body again.

The golden flame ignited again, and the severe pain that reached his soul once again spread to every corner of his body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and gasped for air.

He heard that Liu Ji's footsteps entered the tower.

The old man closed his eyes again.

This time, he did not hesitate and directly tried to establish communication with his king.

However, just as he said a word, he suddenly felt a cold feeling in his mouth, and then he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

With a snap, something fell to the ground. When he looked down, he suddenly found that his severed tongue was falling into a pool of blood on the ground.

"What, it's so boring. Has my reputation actually reached the ears of you people? Are you going to call dad now?" Liu Ji pulled up the old man's head, turned it to his face, and sneered, "Ah, it's so ugly. No wonder you don't dare to see people."

"Then, let me help you get rid of it..."

puff.

Liu Ji's right hand pierced the old man's chest again, and he clearly felt that his heart was held in his hand.

"Are you obsessed with your heart?" the old man asked with difficulty.

"No, I'm just curious," Liu Ji said coldly, "Does everyone like you guys have a dark heart?"

The golden flame reappears.