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

object?

Hell, he didn't even know what to call this thing.

Although it looked like something made of bones, it was completely shapeless and just a lump. On the surface, it was growing skin and flesh, and then it was eaten back by the bones. It was just a deformed, indescribable thing that was constantly expanding.

"What the hell..." The corners of Mass's mouth twitched crazily, "What the hell, what the hell did it die on my doorstep again?"

126. Everyone is very good at the [-]-in-[-], but why do you have trouble with it?

Liu Ji turned back into a potato.

Not long after Guoguo's arrow formation took effect, he suddenly turned into a potato.

Yayin immediately dug out a flowerpot from the magic space and planted Liu Ji in it.

Liu Ji once told her during a chat that once he turns into a potato, he will feel uncomfortable as long as he is not planted in the soil.

Wang Qi's breath completely disappeared, and if nothing else happened, he would probably be dead.

The hunters were celebrating their victory, but Yayin and others were in a daze.

That's Wang Qi...

Wang Qi, who once appeared and would end the battlefield, was actually killed by Liu Ji.

Looking at the cloud platform in front of them that is full of traces of battle, they still have a strong sense of unreality, as if everything that just happened here is more like an impossible dream.

A dream that is enough to inspire hope in everyone who fights against the tyrant.

If a king knight falls, will there be a second or third one?

Will one day the people of this world really be able to defeat the tyrants?

This is a reasonable outlook.

Everyone present could not help but imagine this.

But, on the other hand, they are definitely not the only ones who think this way.

And, the tyrant himself.

The battle this time was no better than the previous one against Fengqi. They had no conditions to set up a blocking magic formation. At this moment, the tyrant must have felt the death of Wang Qi.

If nothing else goes wrong, he will soon follow the signal when Wang Qi died.

"Should we prepare to escape?" Mowente said in a low voice.

"Escape? No, it's useless," Jilunini shook his head. "If the tyrant insists on chasing someone, no one can escape."

The scene fell silent again.

Even though they had won the battle, they were not happy at all.

If Liu Ji left them behind and ran away alone, he might be able to survive, but...

They are obviously not the ones capable of such a thing.

Moreover, even those who can do such a thing will never give up the hope they just touched.

Liu Ji, who defeated Wang Qi, could even be regarded as the hope of the whole world in their hearts. How could they throw away this hope with their own hands when their families were destroyed by the tyrant.

"We have to hide him," Wei Luo said suddenly.

As a former captain, she has always been worried that her decisions will affect everyone's judgment, so she has rarely spoken out on major issues.

But, at this moment, she raised her head and said with great determination: "Even if we all die here, we must let him survive!"

"Ha, Weiluo girl, I admire you for being able to say such a thing, but," Snow shook his head, "It's a pity that facing a tyrant, we are no different from ants on the roadside. I don't mean to He said we should escape, but..."

When Snow said this, he let out a long sigh.

Then, he was silent for a long time before he said: "We can't do anything. Now, we have only two choices, either to escape, or to die here with him."

The voice fell, and the scene was silent.

No one refuted, because they all knew that what Snow said was right.

It's just that they are unwilling to tell this weak and cruel truth.

They suddenly realized that the moment they faced Wang Qi, they were already in a deadlock.

Or, be killed by Wang Qi.

Or, be killed by the tyrant.

Perhaps the only way to survive is to abandon the entire city and run away from the beginning.

but……

"You go."

At this moment, Yayin suddenly spoke.

"What?" Snow was stunned.

"I said, you go," Yayin raised her head, looked around, and said firmly, "I'll stay with him, you all go."

"No! How can we leave you..." Wei Luo said eagerly, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted loudly by Ya Yin.

"This should be my fault!" Yayin said loudly, "If I hadn't wanted to stay and take revenge! If I hadn't mistakenly identified that Feng Qi as the murderer who killed the teacher! If it hadn't been for me, I didn't expect that there would be a Wang Qi. Nearby……"

"No! No one can think of so much!" Wei Luo interrupted Ya Yin in turn, "That was the enemy who killed your only close relative! We would have done the same thing!"

"Then I should be the only one left behind!" Yayin said categorically, "You have no obligation to stay here and die with me because of my personal hatred!"

"Then there's no need for you to stay and die!" Snow interjected, "Don't you still want to avenge that old guy? How could you..."

"No, I must stay," Yayin said firmly, "He fell into this situation to avenge me. How can I leave him and run away?"

"But even if you stay..." Snow stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab Yayin's shoulder and continue to say something, but in the next moment, an invisible wave of magic bounced him away.

Not only him, but everyone present was suddenly brought together by a wave of energy.

Yayin was the only one standing on the other side of the cloud platform, holding the pot of green potato seedlings and staring at them quietly.

"Phase storm? When did you..." Snow looked at Yayin in shock, and saw the latter taking out the last bright gem hidden in his arms.

Oh, he should have thought of that.

Yayin is the old guy's student. Isn't it the old guy's habit to reserve a phase storm before a battle?

You know, Yayin relied on this to survive in the end.

Except for the tyrant, no one could find traces of the people who were sent away in the chaotic remnants of the storm.

"No! Yayin! No! You..."

Snow had just shouted a few words when an invisible storm had already taken shape.

Following a burst of extremely chaotic fluctuations, Snow and others disappeared instantly.

On the empty cloud platform, only Yayin was left alone, holding Liu Ji and Chengde's pot of green potato seedlings.

She sat down slowly, took the potato seedlings into her arms, and buried her head.

The hunters are still celebrating their victory.

However, when Yayin heard that laughter, she only felt a deep sense of powerlessness and sadness...

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However, what Yayin never expected was that at this time, the tyrant was not heading in the direction of Mill City at all.

With a muffled bang, the tyrant fell into the desert, setting off a puff of smoke.

"Hey, you're a rare visitor," Mass turned his head and looked behind him, "Isn't this the right man who inspires us to conquer the world? Why do you have time to come to my place? Do you want to try the shaved ice I made?"

"Stop your nonsense, I suggest you give me an honest explanation," the tyrant's figure emerged from the sand, his face gloomy, "Or do you really think I can't kill you?"

"Explanation? What?" Mass looked at the tyrant with a puzzled face, "I haven't even been out recently, so I can offend you just by lying in the sun at home?"

"Stop pretending to me," the tyrant said coldly, "Then tell me what is in front of you?"

The thing in front of the mass at this moment is the indescribable thing that suddenly appeared next to the ancient desert city. At this time, this thing has expanded to hundreds of meters high, is constantly squirming, and is getting bigger and bigger bit by bit.

"Ah? Oh, you're talking about this?" Miss curled her lips, "I still want to ask you, I said where did this kind of energy-level non-burnable garbage come from? It turns out that it was produced here? How can you get rid of this kind of thing? Can I throw it somewhere else? I feel uncomfortable when this thing suddenly appears next to my house."

"Stop arguing with me, I don't have the patience to listen to your sophistry," the tyrant stared at the mass with a gloomy expression.

"Who are you talking about?" Mass raised a brow, "I said I don't know, I just don't know. Why don't you ask those bastards of yours who hang around every once in a while to see if I've ever been out of the city?"

The tyrant watched the mass in silence.

Miss raised her chin slightly and looked back silently, without any fear.

After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, the tyrant frowned, pulled Mass aside, and walked towards the squirming indescribable thing.

Mass was not angry at all, he stepped aside and looked at the tyrant quietly.

He wanted to see what this guy was going to do with this strange thing.

Unexpectedly, when the tyrant walked in front of the object, he drew out his sword and struck it with a slash, setting off a huge tornado of golden flames, covering the entire indescribable object in flames.

Accompanied by some kind of shrill scream that came from nowhere, the indescribable thing was quickly devoured by the flames, and within a few seconds, most of it was burned away.

"Huh? Burn it directly?" Mass touched his chin and muttered, "Looking at how aggressive you are, I thought this thing was very important to you?"

The tyrant glanced at Mass but did not answer.

At the time of these words, the indescribable thing had been completely burned to ashes by the golden flames.

The tyrant waved his sword gently to disperse the flames, and then stared at the remaining ashes on the ground.

"It's all burned to ashes, is there anything left to see?" Just as Mass was thinking this.

Suddenly, the ashes scattered around instantly reversed the flow, spinning, gathering, and expanding as if time had been pressed in reverse, and finally came together again and returned to their original appearance.

Still the same squirming, still the same nausea, still indescribable.

"Tsk..." The tyrant's face looked a little ugly.

"Hey, this effect," Mass rubbed his chin, "It's a bit interesting. It doesn't look like magic. Is this some kind of curse?"

"Watch your words, this is divine grace," the tyrant glared at Mass.

"Divine grace?" Mass gave the tyrant a strange look.

He didn't expect that this word would come out of this guy's mouth.

But obviously, the tyrant didn't want to talk to Mass anymore. Without even looking at him, he slashed at the indescribable thing in front of him with his backhand sword.

The same scene appeared again, still the familiar flame tornado, which burned the monster to ashes within a few seconds. Then within a few seconds, the countercurrent appeared again, and the monster returned to its original appearance.

It's still the same disgusting thing, the same indescribable feeling.

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Outside Mir City, in the Warcraft Canyon.

There was a rare trace of chaos in the tyrant troops on standby. Many soldiers sometimes stood up and sometimes sat down. Some troops suddenly started to move towards the door, but came back after a while.

The reason was obvious, because they suddenly couldn't feel Wang Qi's presence.

Not only Wang Qi as the coach, but even Feng Qi as the deputy commander could not sense it either.

Their unit has been under the direct command of No. 11 King Cavalry since its birth. They have never thought about the disappearance of the commander, and have not made any relevant plans.

Ok……

Although they never seem to think much or make plans.

In short, the current army is like a body that has lost its brain. It begins to move involuntarily based only on nerve reflexes.

As they watched them become more and more confused, suddenly, a sword emerged from the center of the cave.

At that moment, all the soldiers paused.

Because they recognize that sword.

There is no doubt that it is the sword that belongs to their leader.

However, now the sword's familiar aura was completely gone.