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

"What?" Yayin asked.

"What if..." the old man swallowed, "if the Secret Sanctuary was handed over to you, what would you do?"

"Heh..." Yayin smiled, "I will destroy it sooner or later."

"Haha, that's not bad, I agree," the old man smiled. Suddenly, he raised the staff in his hand and stabbed his chest fiercely.

The spear passed through his body, transparent blood splattered on the spot, and his figure began to shrink rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Then," the old man's lips moved, "I'll leave everything to you, Descendant..."

276. Two in one, each for his own sake, the mob

Yayin was silent as she watched the old man's body slowly drifting away in the breeze.

Won?

maybe.

From the moment the other party fell into her illusion, he had to die at least once.

But for such a top arcane master, the ultimate way to save one's life is not only one thousand but also eight hundred.

Yayin never expected that a victory in a game would lead to final victory, but in the end, the old man ended his own life.

Could it be that he really recognized Yayin?

Or is he really tired?

In the final analysis, after living until now, is he living for his own beliefs, or is he moving forward mechanically carrying his own obsessions.

And the inheritance of the Mysterious Sanctuary...

Feeling the space contract flowing gently towards her, Yayin let out a long breath.

It turns out that the so-called secret sanctuary headquarters is actually a foreign world created by humans. No wonder no one has ever known where it is for so many years.

It's right to think about it. Compared to the clumsy physical space, the contracted alien world is obviously larger and safer.

Just getting it so easily made Ya Yin feel unreal.

It's like having something delivered to your hands all the way...

"Huh? This is..." Yayin noticed that there seemed to be something shining with metallic luster in the robe that had lost its contents.

She knelt down, lifted up her robe, and found a ring set with a strange gemstone.

"Well..." Yayin picked up the ring and looked at it carefully.

The material I have never seen before has no magical aura, but it seems to contain some extremely special energy...

"Weird," Yayin muttered, and put the ring into the storage space, planning to study it carefully when she had time.

Picking up the large robe and folding it with magic, Yayin placed it on the ground respectfully, then raised the staff and chanted the incantation softly, causing the land to rise, surrounded by mud bricks, and finally built A tomb without a monument.

After bowing to the tomb, Yain picked up the lens staff that fell on the ground, turned around, looked at a void, and waited quietly.

About a few minutes later, with a clicking sound like a broken mirror, a dragon claw burning with black-gray flames blasted out of the crack in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the black-gray dragon shattered the broken space jade into pieces, and rushed out of the broken void with a long dragon roar.

Then, the giant dragon looked at Ya Yin.

The latter stretched out his hand and said hello.

Liu Ji was immediately stunned. He looked at Ya Yin, then at the grave bag beside him, then changed back into his human form and landed next to Ya Yin.

"What's going on here," Liu Ji asked in confusion, "Whose tomb is this?"

"The tomb of the president of the Mysterious Sanctuary," Ayin replied.

"Eh? He's dead?" Liu Ji was a little surprised.

"Yes, he's dead," Yayin nodded, "Just now, he committed suicide."

"Oh, so," Liu Ji nodded.

Then suddenly I felt something was wrong.

"Wait a minute? Did you just commit suicide?" Liu Ji said in shock, "I thought he had died a long time ago, huh? No, that means you didn't fall into the illusion?"

"Yes," Yayin nodded.

"Then, weren't you confronting him just now? And then you told him that you were dead?" Liu Ji was stunned for a moment.

"You can't call it death, I'm not sure... Well, anyway," Yayin said, handing the lens staff to Liu Ji, "I did get what you wanted."

"Well, yes," Liu Ji took the staff, looked at it, and scratched his head, "It went much smoother than expected. It always feels unreal... But why did he commit suicide?"

"I haven't figured it out either, but as far as the result is concerned," Yayin said, holding Liu Ji's hand.

"Huh?" Liu Ji was stunned for a moment, and then, a huge space expanded around the two of them.

The huge bookshelves in circles are like the walls of a maze. At first glance, it is only dazzling.

"This is..." Liu Ji looked at the bookshelves around him in astonishment, "The Secret Sanctuary?"

"Well, he gave me the contract of this space," Yayin said. "Essentially speaking, I can now be regarded as the then director of the Secret Sanctuary. However, I should not be able to rely on this thing to coordinate them. On the contrary If they find out that the contract in this space is with me, some people will probably want my life."

With that said, Yayin let go of her hand, floated up, and flew towards the space above the bookshelf.

"They want to come and die, but I welcome them," Liu Ji said, and followed them.

As their eyes crossed the top of the bookshelf, the entire scene of the mysterious sanctuary appeared before their eyes.

It is a treasure trove formed by countless books and arcane creations.

"Is this the accumulation of thousands of years?" Liu Ji looked at the ocean-like arcane creation in the distance.

"Don't touch it. There are many failed products and whimsical and weird creations. If you throw any of them out without proper monitoring, it may cause big trouble," Yayin said.

"Yes, I know," Liu Ji nodded, "Speaking of it, I feel like I can find a lot of information in this place..."

"Is there anything you're interested in?" Yayin asked.

"Well, I think I will be somewhat interested in the origin of the world and the summoning of heroes," Liu Ji said, "but with so many books, it may be difficult to find the information I want."

"No, it won't be difficult. It's just that I don't know if there will be the information you want in these contents." Yayin gently raised her hand and flew up dozens of books from all over the bookshelf. It slowly fell towards the top of the bookshelf at the feet of the two of them.

"Oh, it can still be like this," Liu Ji suddenly realized.

"Go and take a look. The flow of time here can also be changed. We have enough time to collect information here," Yayin said.

"Sounds good," Liu Ji touched his chin, "Yeah, but are you hungry? I just had a lonely meal in the fantasy world, and now I'm even hungrier. How about I cook a meal first?"

"Yes, everything is fine," Yayin agreed, while her eyes scanned the other bookshelves.

"It seems that you also have something you are looking for?" Liu Ji asked.

"Of course," Yayin nodded slightly, "Actually, I think we need to stay here for a while..."

"Aren't you going back first?" Liu Ji asked.

"It makes no difference. After all, what we are in now is an independent space connected to the original world," Yayin said. "Even if we go back, entering here is equivalent to entering a parallel space over there."

"In this way..." Liu Ji touched his chin, and it seemed to make sense.

Just as she was thinking about it, Yayin had already flown to the other side of the bookshelf. Thick books floated slowly up and gathered around her. Liu Jichu glanced at it and estimated that there were at least a hundred books, and they were still coming. Increase.

"Hiss, your head looks big. Are you really planning to stay here?" Liu Ji scratched his forehead.

But well...

It just so happens that I am here, so I can at least take care of Ya Yin's food and daily life, saving this guy from having to worry about everything and forgetting to eat and sleep.

Moreover, it would be nice to have some leisurely days, after all, the last two pieces of the puzzle...

Liu Ji looked at his hands, took a deep breath, and then clenched his fists.

I have made up my mind a long time ago, and now, there is nothing to hesitate about.

There was no way he could live up to those countless sacrifices.

"Then, let me enjoy the last period of time of my own," Liu Ji said softly, with a smile on his face, he rolled up his sleeves and dropped to the ground.

It's a little exciting to think about making a fire and cooking in the headquarters of the Secret Sanctuary.

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Somewhere on the earth, beneath a giant magic array.

"Do you feel it..." the tall Grand Mystic Master said softly.

"Well, Holy Master Qi Weng, alas, this day has finally come," the Grand Mystic Master in purple robe sighed.

"Where is the contract of the sanctuary? Who is the first heir?" asked the short great arcanist.

"Kiseros? It should be you, right?" The Grand Mystic in a blue robe looked at the tall old man standing in the middle of the room.

"No, it's not me, I didn't feel it," the tall old man said, "Which of you has obtained the contract? Come out and give a reason that is enough to convince everyone, and everyone will respect you as a Holy Master."

The voice fell, and there was a moment of silence.

People looked at each other with suspicion and scrutiny in their eyes, but no one spoke.

The tall old man glanced around and frowned.

"Come out, we won't object if you get the first place approved by the Holy Master," the old man said solemnly, "You don't have to worry about your lack of qualifications, and you don't have to think about using the sanctuary. We need to make some accumulation before announcing it. In the face of a formidable enemy, these are all unnecessary actions that destroy trust."

However, no one spoke.

The silence lasted for an extra long time this time. The Grand Mystics looked at each other, and the atmosphere at the scene became increasingly weird.

"Is it possible that the person who obtained the inheritance rights is not here at all?" A great mystic suddenly said, "For example, conservatives..."

"Is it possible? Which one of them is worthy? Magina?" asked a great mystic.

"Could it be Carlo Ganal? I haven't seen him for a long time," another great mystic said. "I remember that he was very close to the Holy Master..."

"Impossible, Carlo Canal is dead," the tall old man said. "Although I don't know how he died, the things he left behind that were connected by magic have become ownerless things."

"Isn't the Holy Master a staunch rebel? It's impossible for him to give up the inheritance rights of the sanctuary to others," another great mysticist said, "The successor must be among us. Who is it? Please hurry up. Please stand up and don’t take any chances just because the tyrant has temporarily stopped attacking us for inexplicable reasons.”

However, there was still silence.

"Could it be that the Holy Master did not die of natural causes," someone said, "Maybe we should go and check the situation."

"It's impossible. Unless the tyrant himself, no one in this world can get the Holy Master," another person said. "And, as long as the Holy Master doesn't want to die, even if the tyrant wants to kill him, he may not be able to do it."

The Grand Mysteries looked at each other for a long time, and someone said: "Mis, it can't be you. I remember you went to see the Holy Master once. If it is you, just tell me. If the Holy Master values ​​your potential, Everyone can understand it.”

Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on one of the arcanists.

The man's brows suddenly wrinkled and he said, "No, it's not me. How can I be the first pick?"

"Then, how do you prove it?" A great mystic who had some issues with him spoke up and asked.

"This... whoever questions it will give evidence. How can I prove myself by naming you for no reason?" Mis's brows furrowed.

"It's very simple. Just liberate your contract space." Another great mystic who had a problem with him also took the opportunity and threw a stone into the well.

"What the hell, then why the hell don't you liberate yourself and prove it!?" The Grand Mystic Master known as Mies was immediately angry, "Don't think that I don't know what you two are thinking! Gonghuo, right! I and your You guys come here to hang out during the holidays, what the hell are you doing?”

"Hey, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hurry, look, this means there is really a problem," someone said angrily, covering his mouth.

"Tsk," Mith gasped, turned to look at the tall old man and said, "Kiseros, you shouldn't agree to such an inexplicable request, right?"

The tall old man known as Kiselos looked at Mith, was silent for a long time, and then said: "Mis, during this special period..."

"Damn it! You guys!" Meese pointed at the great arcanists in front of him, his face ashen.

However, the other great arcanists present looked at him and remained silent.

"I, I'm so fucked!" Mi Si cursed in a low voice, "I have nothing to say to you anymore, I'm leaving."

With that said, he wanted to go outside.

However, he immediately discovered that several great mystics were quietly blocking the way to leave.

Mis looked at Kytheros, who sighed softly and said nothing.

"Damn it, is it true? Damn it," Mis said through gritted teeth, "Fuck, okay, okay, I'll prove my innocence!"

As he spoke, he hit the ground with his staff, and the empty and chaotic space instantly expanded, sometimes showing a wilderness, sometimes showing a cage with hundreds of familiars, sometimes showing a large treasure house of sundries, and sometimes showing , showing a room full of strange and interesting props...