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

If this tree is the eighth King's Cavalry that was swallowed up by the desert, it's no wonder that the tyrant has been tossing here for so long.

The three things here are his three capable men.

He vaguely remembered that Tulin seemed to have mentioned that he was the last king's knight, which meant that there seemed to be only twelve kings.

Counting Tulin as a young man, doesn't it mean that his family already has one-third of the opponent's capable men?

Ok……

The mood is quite complicated.

It's not impossible to feel that the other party will suddenly come over and fall out with him one day.

"But I didn't come today..." "Mass" touched his chin and looked at the desert, "Are you too lazy to come? It's not like that... Are you tripped by something?"

Ok……

Can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter, anyway, even if he comes, he won't get any answers.

He was more concerned about another thing than this.

"It seems that a few guests are in trouble..." "Mass" tapped the handle of the chair with his index finger, "Well, in that case, let's help a little bit."

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deep underground.

Yayin was still controlling the underground cavity and rushing forward.

With the joint efforts of the Yuan Kui brothers and Mo Went, they successfully rushed through the entire swamp area.

Although the whole process cannot be said to be thrilling, it was indeed very tiring for Mo Wen.

Like Snow said, those monsters are starving.

Without their energy source, they were like monsters with a teleportation array buried in their stomachs. Each of them was so hungry that their eyes were red, and they couldn't get enough no matter how much they ate. They were frantically attacking the holes of Ya Yin and others.

Unfortunately, these things are obviously different from the ones Yayin Liuji met when he was on the ground, and their individual combat capabilities seem to be very weak.

It makes sense when you think about it, after all, they don't even dare to attack passers-by on weekdays, they only dare to huddle in the swamp and wait.

The result was that although there were many of them, none of them could survive a round under the hands of the three of them. Even the other Potato Boys, who were not yet humanoid, could easily kill some miscellaneous animals by waving their own weapons.

Callidora was originally standing in the center of the hollow, ready to provide support at any time, but ended up standing there dumbfounded, unable to find any opportunity for her to take action.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the swamp underground, which they thought would be troublesome, turned out to be extremely easy compared to the road ahead.

Out of the swamp, they entered the tyrant's territory.

The tyrant's territory is not only filled with soldiers and towers above, but also with an intricate network underground.

It can even be said that the underground area is their real territory. After all, all soldiers actually stay underground as long as they have no construction tasks.

Of course, they also have a fairly extensive defense network underground.

Of course, it is underground after all, so this kind of defense does not rely on soldiers, but pure magic.

Earth magic is most suitable for use underground.

Hard earth spikes pierced into the hollow from all directions from time to time. Countless earth puppets rushed directly into the hollow from all directions. Hard rock barriers appeared in front of everyone one after another, hindering Ya Yin's progress.

Ever since they broke into the tyrant's territory, the entire land seemed to have become their enemy, trying their best to stop their advance.

Before, Yayin still had the energy to say a few words. Since entering the tyrant's territory, she has maintained a high-speed chanting throughout the whole process, and she didn't even have time to take a distracted glance at her surroundings.

Fortunately, Kui and Yuan were almost always by her side, always able to instantly chop off attacks and threats as soon as they appeared, but they were always protecting her.

The other Potato Boys huddled together to at least keep themselves safe.

Mowente protected Callidora, and the two of them cooperated with each other, so they were able to cope with it.

However, as they moved deeper and deeper into the tyrant's territory, the opponent's impact density and obstruction strength continued to increase. Gradually, Mo Wente began to feel a little powerless, and sometimes even had to spend some time to help him. Join hands.

But that's not the worst.

The biggest problem is that Yayin's speed has begun to slow down.

The opponent's blocking rock wall is getting harder and thicker, and it takes more time and magic to break through it. Yayin is alone, the pressure keeps accumulating, the consumption is getting bigger and bigger, and the speed is slowing down. Slowness is inevitable.

But the problem is that once the speed slows down, the opponent's attack and harassment density will further increase, and there will be more time to build obstacles, which will further increase their burden.

If this vicious cycle is left unchecked, they will soon become unable to move forward and eventually be trapped and die here.

Therefore, Yayin never dared to let their speed be slowed down and tried her best to maintain the speed. However, the result was that she added more pressure to herself, which was another vicious cycle.

In fact, in the final analysis, there is no vicious cycle at all. The reason is that the opponent's underground defense pressure has exceeded their endurance.

"If that doesn't work, let's use phase storm," Mowente cut off several stone puppets with one knife and shouted loudly, "If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand it."

However, Yayin did not answer him.

To be precise, I didn't have time to answer him.

Mowente didn't know why Yayin still insisted on not using phase storm, but if Yayin didn't make a decision, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to hold on.

However, as Ya Yin's pressure continued to increase, the empty space began to be continuously compressed. There were ten of them plus Potato Boy, and the space became narrower, and he gradually became unable to move freely.

Everything seems to be getting worse.

In fact, Mo Wente was anxious, but Yayin was not.

In fact, she had already started thinking about using phase storm not long after she rushed out of the swamp.

She had prepared a magic crystal with phase storm attached in advance. If she wanted to use it, she should have been able to use it at any time.

But the problem is that she only found out when she entered this area that the phase flow here was as messy as a ball of yarn twisted together, and there was no need to use phase storm at all.

It is obvious that something is disrupting the phase flow in the entire area, and it is most likely the arrangement of the tyrant.

However, the tyrant's territory in the past clearly did not have such an arrangement. This can only mean one thing - the tyrant's arrangement has evolved again.

This is not surprising, after all, his troops have been constantly evolving, but the bad thing is that you can't see when their troops will evolve.

Once these guys undergo some kind of change, they change the entire army almost instantly, so that their enemies often have to deal with their changes unprepared.

But this time, Ya Yin and others obviously ran into this situation.

"If it's really not possible, why don't we go on the ground?" At this time, Callidora suddenly said, "If we are on the ground, at least we can break out with all our strength..."

"But you may also encounter a fatal hard bone," Mowente continued.

After all, this is the other party's territory.

If you were walking on the ground, not to mention bumping into one or two front riders, it would be troublesome enough, and there was even a risk of bumping into a king knight.

However, just when everyone was at a loss what to do, Yayin suddenly felt that the pressure in front of her was reduced in an instant, and the sound of rustling quicksand was heard in everyone's ears.

"Are we rushing into the desert?" Yayin's heart moved.

But the location is wrong?

In her judgment, they clearly still need a long time...

Huh?

Ya Yin only felt that her eyes were in a trance for a while. When she came back to her senses, the rock wall in front of her had disappeared, replaced by the vast desert and the vast sky.

Did they really break out of the tyrant's territory and rush out from the cliff?

But...she clearly feels that there should be quite a distance, right?

And when Ya Yin was stunned, suddenly, he felt someone lifting his armpit.

"Don't be dazed! They are chasing you!" Callidora's voice rang in her ears.

Yayin finally came back to her senses. When she turned her head, she saw countless pterodactyl cavalry swooping down.

But now, it's not worth their trouble.

She chanted the incantation gently, and the gray crystal in her arms shone brightly. For a moment, their figures gathered together, and then disappeared directly.

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At the same time, the ancient desert city.

"Mass" opened her eyes and smiled.

"I have to say, the ability you acquired is really useful," Mass said to the trumpet Liu Ji on the table next to him.

"Huh? Did I get it?" Liu Ji, the trumpet, asked doubtfully, "What do you mean?"

"Slow down time, distort space, deduce the future..." Mass looked at the trumpet Liu Ji, "Haven't you ever used these abilities yourself?"

"Ah, this might be useful," Liu Ji, the trumpet, scratched his head, "Wait? Deducing the future?"

"Yes, isn't it the ability you just acquired? Although the strength is a bit weak, the time it can be deduced is a bit short," said Mass.

"Uh, let me think about it..." Liu Ji, the trumpet, felt his abilities carefully.

There are so many abilities in his body that it becomes a bit troublesome to distinguish every feeling.

It took him a while to find the ability that "Mass" mentioned.

It is also a special ability that can be used without changing form.

Without exception, these three abilities come from Wang Qi and are bound to the incarnation of the sand. However, he is more accustomed to using his transformation ability in daily life. The application of these abilities is indeed somewhat insufficient. I feel that he can use it more in the future... …

Ok……

No, I seem to have overlooked something...

"Wait a minute," the trumpet Liu Ji asked in surprise, "What are you talking about? Can you also use these abilities?"

"Yes," "Mass" nodded, "It feels like they are integrated into the entire desert. At least here, I can use them to my heart's content, control the space of this desert, change the flow of time here, and even meet the future here. , plus I can control the desert itself...well, how should I say, a little bit like a god?"

"Do you feel like a god..." Liu Ji, the trumpet, touched his chin, seemingly thoughtful.

"Oh, by the way, do you want me to help you pick up your companion?" "Mass" asked.

"Well, I'll bother you then," Liu Ji nodded, "Just in time, I'm almost done here..."

After saying this, Liu Ji's body opened his eyes and looked in front of him.

The tall towers that stretched for thousands of meters had now turned into grassy ruins. Countless flying dragon cavalry were hovering in the sky, but they could not find the target they were looking for.

Liu Ji looked at them and sneered, then turned into a burst of sand and dispersed between heaven and earth.

210. Two-in-one, who lives like a dog, who loses time?

In the evening, in an unknown mountain village.

Golden flames soared into the sky, turning the entire area into charcoal.

The residents screamed and ran away, but the all-devouring flames would not leave them even a trace of mercy. No matter how fast they ran, they would eventually be overtaken by the golden red flames and burned into bursts. The dust will not leave even an inch of intact bone fragments.

The tyrant stepped on the prairie fire, his eyes slowly swept around, and then suddenly rushed in a direction, slashing forward with a red flame sword.

With one strike of the sword, a huge chasm hundreds of meters wide was cut into the forest that was several kilometers long, and the golden red flames burned everything in the chasm to ashes.

The tyrant closed his eyes slightly, as if sensing something, and turned his head slightly while walking forward step by step along the chasm.

rustle……

rustle……

Beside the chasm, an inconspicuous grass stood among the dense vegetation. Every time the tyrant took a step, it would tremble slightly.

Step by step, the Tyrant got closer and closer to it, and finally stopped next to it.

The breeze blew across the wilderness, and the rustling of the woods mixed with the crackling of the flames became the only sound under the moonlit night.

As for the screams and cries of the villagers, they have long since turned into silence forever with the end of their lives.

The tyrant stopped where he was, sniffing the air gently, and then walked step by step towards the grass.

But just when his foot was about to step on the grass, he suddenly turned his head and looked in another direction.

Then, almost without hesitation, he kicked off the ground and instantly rose into the air in that direction, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

A few seconds later, the grass suddenly expanded and turned into a human figure.