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

If it were the Earth we lived in in our previous life, then trying to land on the moon with a pair of wings would be tantamount to wishful thinking.

Although according to the information Liu Ji possesses, the moon of this world should not be a satellite, but there is one thing that may not change even if the world changes.

The desire and curiosity to go to the moon.

It was hard for Liu Ji to imagine that those great arcanists had never thought of getting close to the sun and moon hanging high above their heads in such a long time.

Then the question arises. If they have ever thought about it, if the moon is still high in the night sky...

Liu Ji felt a little confused.

No, it should be said that it is very unreasonable.

Because he discovered something very disturbing.

From before to now, although he didn't know how long he had been flying, it was at least a few hours.

But the size of the moon in front of me is still the same as before, only as big as a thumb.

It's as if the distance between the two has never been shortened at all, or in other words, the distance is too insignificant compared to the overall distance.

This is a bit bad...

The surrounding air is gradually becoming thinner. Liu Ji doesn't know if there is such a thing as an atmosphere in this world, nor does he know what the structure of the air here is like. He only knows that if the moon leaves the area with air, it will If the size of your eyes still hasn't changed much, that's trouble.

Maybe the distance between the earth and the moon in this world is on the same level as in the previous life.

He couldn't remember the distance between the earth and the moon in his previous life. He only vaguely felt that it seemed to be more than 30 kilometers away.

Liu Jihan came down.

If it was really that far away, the delay would probably be far beyond Liu Ji's original estimate.

That's the big trouble.

It can be said that what he is most afraid of now is that when he returns, there will be only a wasteland left in the Water Moon Realm.

That's all over.

"Damn it, damn it, don't let me go wrong at this stage..." He cursed as he put all his strength into the speed of flight, maximizing his ability to influence time and space.

But even so, the moon was still far away in the sky, not even remotely close to him.

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Under the blood moon, the tyrant stood empty in the sky.

Under his feet, golden flames were burning on the withered earth, and there was no grass growing on the charred soil.

Not long ago, this place was a huge forest filled with countless skeletons and evil creatures.

Of course, that's a thing of the past.

Now, this place has been "purified" by the tyrant and turned into a "usable pure land".

However, this is not his destination.

"Tulin," said the tyrant.

"King, I am here," Turin's figure appeared behind him.

"It seems your prediction is inaccurate again?" The tyrant looked at him.

"King, the other party has someone with the same ability as me. With the countermeasures, my prediction can no longer be called a prophecy," Tulin said softly.

"Okay, cars come and go, and you only have this sentence every time," the tyrant said softly.

"It's my lack of ability..." Tulin said softly.

"No, I trust your ability. However, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world," the tyrant said. "Obviously, the opponent's ability this time is better than yours, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the fact that we have missed so many times in a row."

"It's hard for me to deny..." Tulin said softly, his words full of apology.

"It doesn't matter, I already have an idea," the tyrant said. "I have written down the locations of our operations. If you put these locations on the map, you can find that we are always moving around a certain area."

Tulin was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Then...which area is it specifically?"

"It's obvious, isn't it," the tyrant said with a smile, "He is really good at hiding. The more people there are, the easier it is to hide people..."

"Do you mean that?" Tulin asked.

"Obviously," said the tyrant, "the Joka Empire, the imperial capital."

"Ah, sure enough," a smile appeared on Turin's face unconsciously, "You are right, you should really use some reverse thinking at this time. The Joka Empire has always been in the blind spot of my prediction..."

"No need to force a smile. I know that even if you guessed it with your self-esteem, it would be difficult to accept this." The tyrant turned around, "But they are smart after all. The crowd serves as a cover. In front of me, there is no In any sense.”

As he spoke, the tyrant put away his sword, and the air waves around him exploded, turning into a meteor and rushing towards the direction of the Qiaoka Empire.

Looking at the tyrant's retreating figure, the smile on Tulin's face slowly disappeared.

"Tsk, do you need to use a safety catch?" Turin scratched his eyebrows and murmured, "This is a bit overwhelming..."

"Your chess game is too bad."

A voice came from below.

Tulin looked down and saw Beilin throwing his crystal ball and looking at him with disdain.

"Really?" Turin smiled slightly, "How can you see it?"

"He can't fulfill your demands, and the world is being overdrawn at an accelerated pace. Isn't your chess game bad enough?" Bei Lin said indifferently.

"Haha, it seems so, right?" Turin smiled, "In your opinion, everything that happened until now is all because of me?"

"If our roles were reversed, I would do a hundred times better than you," Bei Lin said indifferently.

"Hahaha, ah, my dear sister, you are still so arrogant," Tulin smiled and shook his head, "That's why you are always my deputy. Alas, you, you are always the last resort in some things. Afterwards, do you think I want to overwhelm you every day? If I bring you out as soon as possible, and then bring some other cute little sisters as assistants, wouldn’t I be more comfortable than I am now? "

"You..." Bei Lin frowned.

She wanted to refute, but when she thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was really the truth...

"So what do you mean?" Beilin frowned, "Don't be the Riddler for me."

"Have you forgotten all the training items? In addition to the strategic guidelines under normal circumstances, we also have 170 emergency response plans," Tulin said. "Didn't you memorize them?"

"I..." Bei Lin was speechless for a moment. After a long while, he said, "There's no need to memorize that kind of thing. We'll find out if we check."

"Ha, yes, you will know just by looking it up, but if you don't memorize it, how will you know that you have encountered an emergency?" Turin smiled and shook his head, "You, go back and take a look at those plans. , let’s think about it carefully.”

Beilin stared at Tulin and frowned.

Tulin looked back and put on an even brighter "brother" smile.

Bei Lin's frown deepened.

Although it felt reasonable, looking at Tulin's face, she became angrier and angrier.

After a moment of silence, she raised the crystal ball in her hand.

He gathered strength, threw it hard, and hit Tulin's face.

292. Teacher’s collapse sometimes happens in an instant.

The silver gun light danced in the air like a dancing ribbon. Anwada smiled and waved the two guns in his hands with ease.

Nearly 60 years have passed since Liu Ji left, but his appearance and temperament seem to be the same as before.

It's not surprising, after all, despite looking at him like this, he has actually lived for more than 1000 years this year, and his appearance and temperament have not changed for hundreds of years.

Compared to Anvada, the changes in the two people fighting him were somewhat obvious.

After 60 years have passed, Mowente's appearance has changed a lot. His body is stronger and his face is more mature. He has added some beard. Armor, while not affecting activities, can also provide excellent magic defense and certain physical defense.

Of course, for a race with a lifespan of hundreds of years, temperament has changed the most over the past 60 years compared to appearance.

The young swordsman's temperament has completely faded away from him now. Even if he is at a disadvantage in a fierce battle, he does not appear to be a little anxious. His face is calm and he is defensive throughout. As long as he waits for even a chance to counterattack, he will be like lightning. Normally, when you draw your sword, you can instantly switch from defense to offense.

It's a pity that Anvada's defense is also watertight. Even if he is passive for a while, he can always find opportunities to regain the initiative.

However, even if Anvada can take the initiative for a long time, it will still be very difficult to really make an effective and decisive attack on the two of them.

As for the reason, it was because of another opponent.

As a half-orc of the Tiger Clan, it is difficult to say that Osa's appearance has changed significantly. Although he himself claimed that the color and pattern of his coat were obviously different from those of the past, others could not see any difference at all.

The change in temperament is of course obvious. The former Osa was actually quite different between fighting and outside fighting.

Normally, he is always very gentle, but when fighting, he will show a savage and wild side. But if he uses his real skills, he will appear solemn and cold. The whole person's expression style is very different, and sometimes you even It feels like he is not controlling his own fighting style, but more like giving himself over to his own fighting style and letting them control his body.

In fact, there are very few warriors who can do this. Those who can do it are all masters of a certain genre.

But it's only at the level of a master. If you really want to reach the level of a grandmaster, you still have to control everything by yourself, and you can't let the school control you.

Now Ossa has obviously achieved this.

His moves are strange and changeable, sometimes violent, sometimes vicious, sometimes sharp, sometimes soft. Every move is under his control, and he can move forward and retreat freely in a calm manner. It seems that offense and defense are meaningless to him. It means defense, and defense means offense. Because of this, no matter what the rhythm of the battle situation is, he can tightly hold Anvada's action space.

Beside the field, Deidel, who looked exactly the same as before, yawned loudly and muttered: "Damn it, when are they going to fight?"

"The previous record was two days and one night," Lim, who also looked the same as before, threw a peanut into his mouth, "Maybe I can break the record this time."

"Ha, it's numb. Actual endurance training is so boring. It's a shame they don't get tired of it," Deidel let out a long breath, "Come to think of it, how many years has it been..."

"It's been 60 years," Lim said. "There are still 40 years left before the centenary promise..."

"I feel like you've been a little restless lately," Deidre looked at Lim.

Lim shrugged and said nothing.

Deidel sighed and said: "Well, I shouldn't ask, uh, I'm going to see how my apprentice is doing now."

"No, I suggest you don't go," Lim said.

"Ah? Why?" Deidel turned around in confusion.

"Because," Deidre shook his finger, "three, two, one..."

"call out!"

Hearing a burst of wind, Deidel suddenly dodged back, and a sharp arrow shot past his face, and stuck in the big tree next to the two of them with a thud.

With a flash of light, Guo Guo's figure appeared beside the two of them.

After all, she is a woman. Compared with other people, Guoguo's appearance has changed a lot. People in the whole village are calling her Guoguo. As a result, she really doesn't look like a girl at all now. She is tall and slender. She has slender legs and looks like a sexy big sister. For the civet tribe whose average age is about [-] years old, she is indeed that age now.

But now Guoguo is actually half-stepped into the ranks of the great arcana masters. If she wants to change her appearance, it is easy to change it, but she doesn't seem to have such an idea, or at least she doesn't. At an age where you don't have to worry about it.

As for the temperament...

That's a little weird.

If she used to be a little afraid of gentle people, now she looks a little depressed, listless, and seems to sigh suddenly at any time.

"Ah, you rebellious disciple," Deidel immediately said, blowing his beard and glaring, "you almost shot my master in the head, do you know that?"

"No, the arrow is not loaded again," Guoguo muttered, pulled the arrow from the tree, glanced at it subconsciously, and saw the tip of the arrow shining with cold light, pursed his lips, and said, "Ah , I made a mistake, whatever."

"Whatever!? No! Hey! Is that true?" Deidel immediately let out a strange scream.

"Hey, okay, okay, if you can't avoid this, you should go to the nursing home next door to live your life," Guoguo waved her hand, looking impatient.

"You... tsk, ha," Deidel sighed, "hell, how did my cute little apprentice become like this..."

"It's only a matter of time before the image of a teacher like you collapses," Lim said with a smile, "By the way, Guoguo, come to us..."

"Ah, by the way," Guoguo clapped her hands, "Carly said that if the three of them don't go back to eat, she will let Tudou come to arrest them."

"Uh-huh," Deidre twitched the corner of his mouth, "No, it's not that..."

"See for yourself," Guoguo pointed in the direction.

Deidle took a quick look, and his field of vision instantly extended to a thousand meters. At the other end of the village, seven potato people were talking and laughing while walking slowly towards this side.

These seven cubs are no different from before.

It's quite normal, after all, for them, appearance can be whatever they want.

"Hey, it's really coming," Deidel twitched the corner of his mouth, "Then let them..."

Before Deidel finished speaking, he just turned his head and saw Anwada and others standing beside them.

"Yeah, I've been fighting for two days, and it won't stop if I keep fighting like this. It's time to eat something," Anvada said with a smile.