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

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The next day, noon.

Along with the gusts of wind that exploded in all directions, the tyrant fell to the ground.

Looking up, all the giant trees within a radius of dozens of miles were destroyed, and the remains of towers were piled everywhere.

Looking down, the shockingly huge pit is several miles wide. In the pit, countless materials, a large number of production lines, and countless secret treasures that were once stored have either been buried deep in the dust, or have been together with them for a long time. The entire underground building was reduced to ashes.

The tyrant watched all this with a blank expression...

His face was expressionless, not because he didn't care, but because his intense anger actually calmed him down.

This is unusual.

He knew very well how strong the First King Cavalry was. With him in charge, even the strongest warrior he knew would not be able to do whatever he wanted.

But in the end, the power furnace and the entire underground factory were blown up to the sky.

Someone who can do such a thing...

Anyone who has this information...

The first king's knight's last report said that it was the brave man who came.

He also said that he would guess which Wang Qi had his brain dug out.

People who can do this...

Someone who can kill Wang Qi...

A person appeared in the tyrant's mind.

The man who smiled and died generously under his golden flames, turning the Third King into a cursed monster...

Long green hair, pale green skin...

"It's him, damn, he's not dead," the tyrant's face became more gloomy, "No, of course he's not dead..."

Because that is a brave man...

He suddenly realized that he had encountered a huge problem.

A problem that, if not solved, would no longer be able to move the plan forward.

There must be a logistics factory on the front line in order to have the resources to advance the front line, and now, there is an entity that may blow up the entire factory at any time.

Moreover, it is an immortal existence...

As soon as he raised his hand, an invisible wave spread from the tyrant's body.

At that moment, all the kings and knights received the same order.

Stop the operation against the Mystic Sanctuary. From now on, they have a new target.

A brave man with long green hair.

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Two days later, early in the morning.

Anvada was sitting at the door of the safe house holding a four-pointed star, staring at the scene outside in a daze.

"Good morning," Liu Ji walked to him, brushed his teeth, and asked vaguely, "How are you today?"

"Still haven't witnessed the appearance of the tyrant," Anvada shook his head, "Not only has the tyrant not taken any action, but even the other kings and knights have not made any moves these days. Listening to their opinions, many people feel that the tyrant seems to have stopped. Action against the Mysterious Sanctuary..."

"Huh? Stopped?" Liu Ji was a little surprised.

We were obviously ready for a decisive battle, so why did we stop so quickly?

"I was wondering if you bombed his hometown and he was so angry that he planned to fight you?" Anwada asked.

"Well, it's really possible when you say that," Liu Ji scratched his chin.

Although he actually didn't care much about whether the tyrant's hometown exploded, it could even be said that all of this was to cover up his true purpose.

But, if you think about it carefully, he can not care, but the other party may not be able to...

All the inventory production lines exploded, the first king's knight was killed, and countless "subjects" were killed and injured. If you put yourself into the tyrant's perspective for a moment, it feels like being shitted on your head, and being asked to borrow paper.

In the old TV series, he had to roar and fight with Liu Ji.

Although Liu Ji knew him well, everyone in the world would probably be at odds with him.

But judging from the situation, Liu Ji is probably the first person in the world who can't live with him.

But then again, in Liu Ji's view, it is normal for the tyrant to have no sympathy with him. After all, for all the good things he has done, if the Mystic Sanctuary did not take the blame for him, the tyrant would probably have fought against him long ago. No rest.

Anyway, this day was coming sooner or later, and Liu Ji had already been mentally prepared, but at the moment, he didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart.

The only troublesome thing is how they are going to go back now...

Unable to determine the location of the tyrant, he flew freely over the airspace of his territory, always worried about being intercepted by him on the way.

It doesn't matter to him, he still has other clones over there, and he can even resurrect in the desert if it doesn't work, but the problem is Anvada...

"Well, speaking of which, I've actually been curious about something," Liu Ji muttered.

"Huh? What?" Anvada turned her head.

"What will happen if a brave man falls into the hands of a tyrant?" Liu Ji asked.

"Ah, this," Anvada nodded, "Most of them will be sealed in crystals and used as energy cores at fixed locations. After all, there are brave men like Matsu, and the tyrant can't figure out the status of the brave himself. I don’t dare to let the brave man run around..."

"Wouldn't it mean that most of them will be rescued by you?" Liu Ji asked.

"Of course I will save him if I can, but if the brave man is captured by the tyrant again after being rescued..." Anwada said, sighing, "If he can be rescued and move around freely, it means that this brave man is even There will be no consequences if they leave far away. In that case, they will be taken away by the tyrant. As for where they are taken... currently, no one knows."

"Hmm... Tsk," Liu Ji rubbed his brows, "Forget it, let's go underground. Although the speed will be slower, at least we can guarantee that we won't be discovered."

"Huh? Underground..." Anvada trembled immediately.

He suddenly recalled the horrific memory of the last time he was rolled in a hole and almost vomited his stomach out.

Seeing him like that, Liu Ji immediately laughed.

"Haha, okay, don't look like this, I won't rush so fast this time, don't worry," Liu Ji said, taking out a rope from the magic space.

"Really, really? But, what are you doing..." Anwada looked at the rope in Liu Ji's hand in surprise.

"You have to wear your seat belt when you're in a car, don't worry, you won't vomit," Liu Ji smiled.

Anwada looked at him, feeling an extremely bad premonition in her heart.

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Ancient desert city.

Tulin was hanging high in the air, with one hand behind his back, and the other holding the crystal cube in front of him, slowly rotating.

After a long time, he sighed softly, looked to his side, and said helplessly: "King, you are not nearby, so you can't detect the reaction."

The tyrant was suspended in the air, looking at the desert below with a gloomy expression.

Then, he slowly raised his hand, pointed to the meat mountain bone tree below, and said: "That strange thing is the eleventh rider, this tree is the ninth rider, and this tree is the eighth rider. Then, this was the third ride, and now, this towering tree is the first ride.”

Having said this, the tyrant turned to look at Tulin, his eyebrows were like sharp knives at his throat, and his aura was as cold as the arctic.

"Twelve riders, half of them have been lost in just three months. Except for the seventh rider whose whereabouts are unknown, all the others are here." The tyrant whispered in a low voice, but those who heard it felt as cold as hell, "I asked you to stay here at the beginning. How did you reply to me about this supervision?"

Tulin responded silently, bowing his head and saying nothing.

The tyrant looked at Turin and was silent for a moment. He then looked up at the desert in front of him and asked, "Where are they going now?"

"The direction on the other side of the desert cannot be determined," Tulin said softly.

"Is it impossible to check again?" the tyrant asked.

Turin lowered his head and said nothing.

"Ha..." The tyrant sighed. After a long time, he suddenly laughed again.

"Tulin," he began.

"Here," Túrin saluted.

"How long have you been with me," asked the tyrant.

"More than three thousand years," Turin said softly.

"Yes, it has been more than 3000 years," the tyrant let out a sigh of relief, "In terms of merit, you should be ranked above the king and generals. In terms of strength, even eleven cavalry are no match for you. If you hadn't insisted on asking, How can I let you always be ranked as the No. 12 rider..."

Tulin maintained his salute and said nothing.

"Haha, okay, don't look like this." The tyrant reached out and patted Tulin on the shoulder. "No matter who you blame, I can't blame you."

"King," Tulin raised his head slightly and said softly, "I still feel that the scene here has nothing to do with the ghost, but..."

"Of course they died in the yellow sand, and of course it had nothing to do with the ghost, but that person, but he was related to the ghost," the tyrant said solemnly, "I just hate that I didn't make a decision earlier, even if the fish died and the net was broken. , I should also ask him to tell the truth."

"But, we have no means to blackmail him," Tulin said, looking up at the blood moon in the sky.

The tyrant also looked up at the moon and immediately closed his eyes.

In a whole world, there will always be a few places that are completely unusable. At first, in the eyes of the tyrant, this desert is just such a place.

Although it is a pity, as long as this area is freed, there will be no problem in using other areas.

But in the end, he found that this desert turned out to be the graveyard of five kings.

And this place has also become the protective umbrella of the green-haired brave man.

The coordinates of the Wang Qi he killed were not where they were when they died.

Even the tyrant wouldn't notice they were dead for the first time...

After all, in a sense, they have not really died even now, they have just transformed into another form and grown here.

When the tyrant found out, they had turned into giant skeletal trees and could no longer move.

He looked up at the red moon in the sky. He was silent for a long time, and the long sword in his hand slowly condensed.

"King?" Turin immediately asked in surprise, "You, what do you want to do?"

"I will destroy this desert," the tyrant said solemnly, "Then the moon will naturally take us to find him."

"But if this happens, the moon will destroy everything!" Turin said hurriedly, "You must not!"

"If you continue to break, you will suffer chaos," the tyrant said, raising the sword in his hand.

In an instant, golden flames shot straight into the sky and spread in circles, as if the entire sky was burning.

Then, he waved his long sword, as if the sky was falling, and as if the end was coming, golden flames fell like showers, burning the entire desert into a sea of ​​fire.

Tulin looked at the ground. Under the light of the fire, the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.

Another piece of the puzzle fell into his frame.

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"click..."

Lim placed the white sword in front of "Mass".

"The place you once lived in no longer exists," Lim said softly.

"He destroyed the entire desert?" "Mass" asked.

"He can't destroy it, but you are still there. As long as you are willing, the whole world can be turned into a desert," Lim said softly, "The Red Moon Demon King is an unprecedented arcane genius. A tyrant cannot destroy his creations, no matter what. The moon is still the desert...but you really can't go back to that land."

"What will happen to the red moon?" "Mass" asked.

"It will start looking for you," Lim whispered, "but as long as you are here, it will not be able to find you. It will wander aimlessly, letting the disaster of bones come to the entire world again... And you, There is no way to stop this, because once you leave, it will bring the tyrant to find you and kill you, and then you will be reborn near Liu Ji, and it will guide the tyrant to find you again..."

"Mass" looked silently at the white sword placed between the two, silent.

"So, what can I do?" Mass asked.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want you to do anything," Lim said softly, "It's just that it's time for you to get yourself back."

"No, I don't dare," "Mass" shook his head, "I'm afraid that if I find myself again, I will forget him..."