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

Can anyone accuse them of anything?

No one can.

Is this reasonable?

No, at some level, we don’t care about this kind of thing.

Human beings value human life just because humans are human beings.

The principles appointed by man will only be looked down upon by God.

Needless to say, it's not even that far away. If there is another intelligent race that is far more powerful than humans...

No, it doesn't have to be this way.

Just within human beings, you can find such differences.

Some things happen, no matter how bizarre, magical, or beyond your common sense you think they are, perhaps from another perspective, they are just as natural as an inflated ball bouncing off the ground.

Every time he thought about this kind of thing, Liu Ji would always feel dazed and confused for a moment.

But over time, he also discovered that there was no point in thinking about these things.

As a person in the game, it is enough to do what you can and think about.

Perhaps, this is what the ancients said, do your best and obey fate.

but……

It’s really hard to tell who this wave of destiny belongs to right now.

He looked into the distance, his figure piercing the night sky like a shooting star, heading straight towards Misawa Lake.

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The silver meteor fell.

Mass, or Qilisha's figure, hit the ground heavily, and the silver-white long sword now only had the hilt left. It bounced a few times on the ground, causing waves of tiny ripples.

For a moment, the entire battlefield was quiet.

Everyone, whether they were the tyrant's men or the soldiers fighting with them, all stopped what they were doing.

Because they know that compared to the battle in their hands, the battlefield determines everything.

The golden tyrant slowly descended from the sky, looking down at the enemy who wanted to become his opponent, with a smile on his face.

"This is the most interesting battle I have fought in so many years," the tyrant said softly, "You are worthy of admiration. Your strength even exceeds the limits of this world. Unfortunately, you have reached your limit after all."

"No, not yet..." The trance-like grains of sand were floating around, and it was barely possible to see that they were trying to condense into a human form.

"Stop trying to be brave. Immortal warriors just don't die," the tyrant said softly, as if stating the death sentence in a cold tone, "I have devoured most of your power. Now you, Your strength has long been reduced to ten percent, not to mention that your weapons have been destroyed."

"Don't underestimate the sword's will..." The dazed sand stood up swaying, intertwined and solidified, "Strength is not important at all. Even if you don't have a sword in your hand, so what. Without a sword, there is a way. ,sufficient……"

After the words fell, Qilisa's figure suddenly condensed. The next moment, a silver glow seemed to explode in the center of the world. At that moment, it seemed as if thousands of sword chants sounded at the same time, like the sound of heavenly music, indicating that the sword was The fairyland of Yi unfolds in front of everyone.

But the next second, golden red flames rose into the sky, tearing the realm apart, and the rain of fire slowly fell down like golden feathers.

Qilisa was stunned as she watched the golden rain of fire falling down, burning her body up.

Yes, the brave is immortal.

But maybe, after she regroups, she will completely lose even her last trace of strength...

The tyrant gently waved the sword in his hand, brushing away the remaining flames on the sword, turned his head, and scanned the entire battlefield.

"It's really ugly, my right-hand men," he said softly, his eyes drifting to Anvada's spear floating out of thin air.

And at this moment, the floating spear seemed to have suddenly lost its power, fell out of thin air, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Anvada was stunned immediately. Before he could react, the second king general stabbed him through the chest, and he fell to the ground with a crash, nailed to the ground.

When Snow saw this, he no longer cared about the enemy in front of him. He immediately wanted Wu Xiang to go to rescue him, but he didn't expect that just after rushing a few meters, he was cut off by a golden sword energy and turned into a disintegrating stream of light. dissipate.

Then, the tyrant's eyes drifted to the potatoes among the shadows.

In an instant, the potatoes suddenly got into the ground.

Everyone knew how they managed to get into the ground in this place where there was no soil, but obviously, they didn't even dare to think of confronting the tyrant.

monster.

This is what everyone on the battlefield is thinking.

All efforts seemed so powerless in front of this monster.

No matter how complete their plan is, no matter how perfect its execution is, it seems like child's play in front of the instigator who brought destruction to the whole world, and nothing can be changed.

"Ah, it seems that the farce should be over," the tyrant looked around and raised the sword in his hand, "Then, let's just clean up..."

Golden flames burned from the sword, and the fire shot straight into the sky, seeming to set the entire sky on fire.

"Then, thank you for your hard work, go to hell," the tyrant said...

talking.

His movements stopped.

He stared blankly at the pitch-black blade that pierced his chest, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Ah, the situation is a little bit, um, not so perfect?"

A familiar voice came from behind him.

He turned his head blankly and looked at the face that had been with him for countless days and nights, the most loyal and trustworthy face, and the eyes shining on that face that he knew, missed, and Totem of awe...

A totem from the gods.

"What, how..." he asked in shock.

"Sorry, your power has begun to approach the warning line of the controllable range," Turin said with a smile, "Furthermore, your actions have begun to go too fast, and your team has swelled a little. Is it against the rules? Ha, in short, congratulations It's time for you to retire."

The long black knife was drawn out instantly, and golden blood spurted out. The tyrant's body actually began to repair at the speed of light. His armor became decayed, his appearance became old, and everything around him was moving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wither.

Then, he fell gently to the ground, just like an ordinary old soldier who fell on the battlefield, mediocre, ordinary, dull...

Tulin gently wiped the blood from the blade with his sleeve, looked up at the crowd standing there, and smiled.

"It made everyone laugh. So, since we have reached this point because of some guys' own initiative, let's not waste time and hand over the authority of the world. Or, it doesn't matter if we don't hand it over. I can take it myself."

306.The opposite side of the world 3

The tyrant died just like that.

The arrogant monster who looked down upon the world, the invincible nightmare in the hearts of the world, died just like that.

He fell to the ground, his gray hair was like dry spider silk, and his old face was like the old man seen everywhere on the roadside.

With his luster gone, he looks so ordinary and mediocre...

Suddenly, everyone realized that they didn't even know his name.

No, even the kings, cavalry and generals seem to have no names of their own.

Even the newly appointed No. 11 Wang Qi gave up his name.

Only Turin has his own name.

Looking at the man holding a long sword, everyone froze on the spot, watching helplessly as he walked forward step by step, unable to make a sound.

And the sword in his hand...

"Dark Chief? Why..." Mo Wente couldn't help but murmured.

"Ah? Oh, you're talking about this knife," Tulin said with a smile, "It's not from this world. I don't know why it landed here, but you people can't use it."

"Impossible!" Mo Wente immediately shouted excitedly, "All the previous masters have obviously..."

"How do you think the so-called master was hacked to death by that trash you chopped into pieces with just a few swords?" Tulin asked with a sneer.

Mowente was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to refute, but suddenly realized that this seemed to be the most reasonable answer compared to the possibilities he had been thinking about in his mind.

"Don't be surprised, it's just like that, it has an inexplicable attraction to you," Turin said. "It's really rare that you can restrain this impulse. It's very good."

The words sounded like praise, but the tone was like a rancher examining a strong lamb.

As he spoke, he stepped past Mowente and others and walked deeper.

At this moment, the First King General suddenly turned around and rushed towards him.

What Tulin should have done was just glare at him and growl, "Are you stupid? Who are you trying to attack?!"

For an instant, the countless mist phantoms stopped, and the next moment they turned into a thick mist, quickly condensing towards one of the individuals, and finally re-condensed into a single individual.

Then the First King of One will bend down and worship Túrin.

Turin's eyes swept over the others.

The thousands of troops and the remaining two kings and generals also bowed to him.

There is no need for many orders or explanations. It is as if when he appears here in this posture, he will automatically become their supreme being.

As for the former king?

It was just a fallen skeleton, and no one seemed to care at all.

In other words, no matter who is present, no one cares at this moment.

No one dared to stand in his way.

Because of strength?

Maybe, his strength is enough to kill the tyrant instantly...

But, is that really still a category of strength?

It was like an adult easily taking away a toy gun from a child, as if it was an ability from another dimension.

However, no one dared to stop him, but it was not because of considerations of strength.

It was a feeling from the bottom of my heart, a feeling that I was not on the same level as him, and that I couldn't even raise the courage to stand in front of him.

Tulin, on the other hand, held the long knife in his hand and walked through the entire area calmly.

And just when he was at the end of the area, raising the Chang Chang Dao in his hand, a figure slowly emerged in front of him.

"Don't worry, let's talk..."

Majina's figure gradually condensed and she looked at him quietly.

"You should only be able to maintain this state for a short period of time. Otherwise, I think many things will be much simpler. Maybe we can talk about it first. Anyway, what you want is just the authority of this world, right?"

"Ah, yes, but it's not entirely right," Turin said with a smile. "It's true that this state cannot be maintained forever, but it won't be as you expect, it will be there in a few minutes or an hour, and, I actually don’t care whether this authority is given to me or not. For me, there has always been only one goal, which is to help you complete the new world and hand the new world into the hands of the people I choose."

As he spoke, he gently raised a hand, and with the soft light, the components of the sun and moon slowly emerged in his palm.

After just one glance at the two components, Magina already understood that this was the final component of the mirror.

It is also the final component needed to create an entire new world.

"So, who is the person you chose?" Magina turned her attention to Tulin.

"Don't worry, he's not a strange guy. You all know him," Tulin said with a smile, "His name is Liu Ji."

Magina's pupils shrank immediately.

She never expected to hear this name from the other person's mouth.

No, no, she actually thought of this possibility.

only……

"Why did you choose him?" Magina asked doubtfully.

She really doesn't think this is a logical choice. After all, Liu Ji doesn't look like the kind of person who is easy to control...

At least in Magina's view, Liu Ji is actually a quite dangerous person.

His emotions often jump between extreme indifference and extreme sensibility for different things and people. Maybe he didn't even notice it, but his acting style is actually quite unstable. If it weren't for Ya Yin, this would have been impossible. This performance may be more obvious.

"Uh, yes, why," Turin put his hands on his hips and let out a sigh of relief, "Let's put it this way, it's just because this is the highest salary I can offer to poach people within my authority."

"Poaching people?" Magina was stunned, "From whom?"