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

The old man opened his eyes suddenly.

pat.

That was the sound of Liu Ji's feet stepping on the stairs.

The old man took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

Gently, he played his flute.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded, and waves of magic spread. The soldiers in the entire city received the response at the same time in an instant, and the elves in the air responded to his expectations immediately.

The elemental attacks like a violent storm hit Liu Ji from 360 degrees, and soldiers like a roaring mountain and tsunami rushed towards Liu Ji like a tide.

However, such quantity is so powerless under the crushing weight of quality.

Liu Ji just stepped on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and walked to him step by step.

"Are you done with it?" Liu Ji asked.

The old man sighed, took out a biscuit, and asked, "Are you hungry? How about one?"

"Eat it yourself, have a full meal and go on the road," Liu Ji said with a smile.

"Oh, that's not necessary, just come on," the old man said, putting the biscuits back into the basket.

Poof, his chest was pierced again.

When I opened my eyes again, I heard the patter of footsteps on the steps again.

After taking a few breaths, he closed his eyes again.

This time, he didn't hesitate, he just hid his figure and started to run away.

However, just as he took the first step, his chest was penetrated again.

"Hey, isn't it? Isn't it so boring? You just run away without even receiving the guests?"

A frivolous voice came from behind, and the old man sighed softly and said, "Let's do it."

"Oh," Liu Ji responded, "As you wish."

The golden flame ignited again...

The old man opened his eyes again and closed them again...

Again and again, again and again.

Liu Ji's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he could clearly hear Liu Ji walking up the stairs step by step.

However, he can't do anything.

Bewitched, oil and salt will not enter.

Fighting, no way to start.

Call for help, but God will not respond.

Escape, there is no way to get to the ground.

No matter what method he changes, no matter how many means he uses, even if he combines every idea at the same time and explores all possibilities as much as possible, no matter how many times, the opponent will always appear suddenly and give him a fatal blow. hit.

Desperate...

He has lived so long in this life, except for the day he met Wang, this is the second time he has felt what a desperate situation is.

He clearly knew that the other party was beside him, but he just couldn't find the other party's whereabouts.

He couldn't figure out how the other party bypassed his perception and hid around him, but that's what happened. As long as the other party was willing, he could kill him in the next moment.

Gradually, he became numb.

I couldn't figure out the logic, couldn't find any chance of survival, I just tried over and over again in the remaining time, trying to find any possibility of survival.

At least, let him escape from the tower and gain time to summon the king...

Just once, just once, he...

pat.

When the old man opened his eyes again, Liu Ji was already standing in front of him.

"What a surprise, I thought you would do something," Liu Ji said indifferently, "You seem very confident? Are you waiting for me?"

The old man looked up at Liu Ji, and then he smiled.

"Cookie, do you want one?" He handed out the cookie in his hand.

"No, you can keep it for yourself," Liu Ji said.

"Really, okay then," the old man said, putting the cookie into his mouth.

It seems that this is the only way...

Last resort...

For the sake of the supreme king!

slap.

The old man opened his mouth and stared blankly at the smashed cookies in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly regretted it. You'd better not eat it. As you get older, eating something sweet is bad for your teeth," Liu Ji said indifferently.

The old man stared blankly at his empty right hand, and suddenly, he started to laugh.

His laughter became more and more wild and crazy.

However, the next second, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Liu Ji's right hand instantly pierced his body.

Just like in those countless memories, it pierced him without any hindrance and took out his heart.

The old man fell to his knees dejectedly.

"Hey..." he murmured, "Is my heart black?"

"Ah, it couldn't be darker," Liu Ji said indifferently, "It's extremely disgusting."

"Do you have a dark heart?" the old man asked.

"Sorry, I don't have a heart," Liu Ji said, his body igniting with red-gold flames.

The next moment, the flame also burned from the old man's body.

He roared and fell to the ground, struggling wildly.

This pain has gone through countless times, but this time, it will continue until Liu Ji slowly erases it until there is no trace left.

"Ah, you won so neatly," Tulin's voice sounded from the door, "Sure enough, you have changed a lot."

"Really? I think this guy is just too weak after you sold him all his underwear," Liu Ji said casually.

"No, I should write it too, this guy has some kind of ability that I don't know about," Turin shrugged, "Every time I think he can't win a battle, he always wins it in a weird way. "

"Yeah, probably," Liu Ji said casually, "Anyway, I just think he died quite simply."

"Tsk, yes, why?" Turin touched his chin, his eyes jumping back and forth between Liu Ji and the corpse on the ground.

Sure enough, I still felt like something was wrong.

Although the ability of the Eighth King Cavalry determines that he is only good at special operations, and he is very afraid of his own intelligence leaking, his frontal ability is indeed slightly better.

But no matter how you say it, he is also a member of Wangqi, Liu Ji's entire battle...

No, that can't be called a battle. Rather, the eighth king's knight died a little too casually, and it felt like he was gone after just a face-to-face encounter.

His impression of the Eighth King Cavalry has always been that even if there is only the slightest chance of a comeback, he can always seize the opportunity to make a comeback. But this time, he acted like a lamb to be slaughtered, just waiting. The butcher knife fell on his neck.

"In other words, there is no chance of survival..." Tulin thought to himself.

That's a bit of a problem.

He recognized Liu Ji's combat prowess, but in his impression, battlefield experience and tactical planning had always been Liu Ji's shortcomings. Even if he couldn't defeat him, if Lao Ba tried his best to run away, Liu Ji wouldn't be able to stop him. right.

In fact, he had already made secret preparations for Lao Ba to trick him, but he didn't expect it to be used.

But... that's fine too.

If possible, he certainly wouldn't want to take this risk himself.

Just as he was thinking about all this, he gradually noticed that the fire in front of him dimmed.

Looking up, Lao Ba's entire body had disappeared without a trace and was completely swallowed up by Liu Ji's body.

"Okay, let's go see what this so-called artifact is," Liu Ji said, walking towards the stairs at the back.

Tulin touched his chin and did not choose to follow. Instead, his figure slowly disappeared and he did not know where he went.

209. Two-in-one home stealing, we are professional

At the highest point of the tower, a simple mirror shines on a pedestal made of red gold.

Just by looking at it, you can feel a steady stream of energy pouring out of the mirror.

Liu Ji walked to the pedestal, reached out and took off the mirror on the pedestal.

In an instant, the lighting in the entire tower dimmed, and the sound of the magic equipment's operation also stopped.

"Well, it's you..." Liu Ji looked at the mirror in his hand.

The mirror is said to be a mirror, but there is no mirror surface. The part that should be the mirror surface only has a simple frosting. The outer frame is very delicate, pure white, and the luster is like some kind of metal, and like a warm jade. Time Although it has left traces of time, it still cannot hide its dazzling brilliance.

Just by holding it in his hand, Liu Ji could feel the vast energy contained in it.

Inexhaustible.

However, the nature of this energy seems to be very mild. Even if you want to mobilize the energy inside, you can only make a slow flow.

As Turin said, this "artifact" alone seems to have no other use except as an energy source.

Turning around and looking, Tulin was not nearby. At least it seemed that he was just as he said, he just wanted Liu Ji to get rid of the Eighth King Cavalry, and he was not interested in this artifact.

"As a reward, or does he want me to take this thing with me?" Liu Jica held the mirror in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he opened the magic space and put the mirror in.

Although the old saying goes that you shouldn't do what the enemy wants you to do, in Liu Ji's view Tulin is neither an enemy nor a friend.

If there is too much suspicion and it becomes difficult to act, then it is better to think simply and judge everything from your own perspective.

Take what you want to take, no matter what happens next, soldiers will block it, and water will cover it.

After taking the things, Liu Ji walked to the wall of the tower and punched a big hole in the wall.

Looking at the tall tower below, he moved his fists.

Next, it’s time to practice.

If he wanted to comprehend the power of a higher realm, he had to find some targets to hit.

This tall tower scattered all over the mountains and plains must be just right.

after all……

When he thought of the tyrant's expression that turned black into briquettes when he heard that he had smashed a lot of his "subjects", the corners of Liu Ji's mouth couldn't help but turn up.

If he could be left with a whole piece of dilapidated ruins, I really don’t know what kind of expression he would show...

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"Mass" looked at the new giant skeletal tree in front of him and took a sip of the tasteless black tea.

It’s already the third tree.

Moreover, this tree appeared shortly after Liu Ji and Tulin left.

He knew Tulin's identity, No. 12 Wang Qi, and the tyrant arranged to keep an eye on his informant here.

But he always felt that that guy was not that simple.

Of course, it doesn't mean that he is a young man, but other aspects, it is not that simple.

As for this tree...

They seemed to have said that there was an eighth king riding where they went.