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

The blood splashed out like a crushed blaster, and then suddenly turned into a burst of blood energy in the next moment, gathering into the tent.

The sudden change made all the "rebels" present dumbfounded.

Until just now, they only thought Liu Ji was a Caibi who had weird punching methods and was extremely resistant to beatings.

However, the power of Liu Ji's punch was completely beyond their understanding.

Even though their leader was short, he was actually an elite knight-level warrior of the principality. Just, he was killed with just one punch?

This gap is so huge that it is completely beyond their understanding.

This feeling is like going to an ordinary roadside noodle shop and ordering a bowl of noodles, but when you check out, you find that the total is 18.

The only difference is that if it's noodles, you can call the police.

But now, they can't do anything.

Moreover, they were stunned, and the potato boys had no intention of being stunned with them.

While they were stunned, the potatoes had already rushed into the crowd with their weapons raised. In just a few seconds, a large number of heads of the rebels had already flown out.

At this time, one of the rebels let out a heartbreaking scream after seeing his friend turn into a headless fountain in front of him.

This scream finally woke up these stunned rebels.

But what if you wake up?

Today's potato bastards, any one person is enough to kill a group of them, not to mention Yuan, a man whose combat ability is obviously beyond their understanding, leading the team, and Liu Ji, a hidden monster standing in front of them, even if they are awake. Come here, what can they do?

At this moment, Liu Ji and "his seven men in black robes" looked like the arrival of the devil in the eyes of these villagers and rebels.

They wanted to fight back, but found that their weapons were so weak.

They wanted to escape, but found that their escape was so slow.

They shouted loudly, but heaven and earth didn't respond.

They desperately begged for mercy, but no one answered.

The seven Potato Boys were like seven reapers of death, killing people throughout the village like phantoms.

Everywhere he went, corpses littered the ground.

And Liu Ji himself was like a disaster crushing everything while strolling in the courtyard. With a casual punch, one person was killed to pieces.

Everyone who was about to run out of the village gate would be exploded into blood showers by his punch.

Even those who want to escape over the wall will still be blasted directly in the sky.

The low-rise houses in this village could not form a cover for them at all, and the figures of all those who wanted to escape were exposed.

They looked at the dilapidated door with despair in their eyes.

Over there is the hope of life.

This side is the dead end.

However, at this moment, in their eyes, Liu Ji was like a wall of despair, blocking the two.

They looked at the exit that was only a few dozen meters away from them, but felt that the distance was as far away as from the earth to the top of the sky.

At this moment, the commotion in the village also attracted the attention of other rebels waiting outside the village. They gathered at the entrance of the village and looked in curiously.

Seeing them, the rebels and villagers who had lost their minds immediately seemed to grasp at life-saving straws. Regardless of whether these people came in to simply increase the number of people sent out, they immediately shouted and frantically shouted to them for help.

However, looking at the purgatory-like scenery in the village, this group of people had no courage to come in. They were immediately frightened and turned around and ran away.

And their departure became the last straw that broke the spirits of the people in the village.

For a moment, the village was filled with cries of collapse. The splashing blood and steaming blood mist made the place look like a purgatory on earth.

Hearing their wails, some of the fleeing rebels seemed to soften their hearts and couldn't help but look back at the village.

However, their vision was taken away by another thing.

I saw a strong figure nearly two meters tall wearing a black robe and holding a black heavy sword. He rushed out of the village and went straight towards them.

The sword flashed, and dark lines cut across the sky.

With one blow, dozens of people were cut in half.

Blood splattered, and after everyone was stunned for a short time, a group of rebels let out heart-piercing screams and fled around at the speed of light, rolling and crawling.

However, in Yuan's view, this is just a meaningless struggle.

Grandpa said, leave no one behind.

Then, don't run away at all.

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Underground, Old Man Cangbeard raised his head, feeling the flow of magic power from the surface.

"Oh, what a naughty boy..." the old man said to himself.

He naturally understood what the flow of magic power meant. The Forbidden Curse Demonic Array had begun to activate and was operating at an extremely fast speed. It was estimated that it would be completed in a short time.

Obviously, Liu Ji pigeon-holed him.

Liu Ji had no intention of coming down since he went up.

It's still too late to catch up now, but he can't get away.

As he said, he could not allow these blood bees to continue to exist. This kind of evil creature was once the wild creature that humans were most afraid of encountering. Historically, it took the Mystic Sanctuary hundreds of years to successfully eliminate these creatures. Only a few samples for research and breeding are left.

Nowadays, if these things are left alone, there is no guarantee that they will come back.

As for Liu Ji and others, he has his own way to find them.

After all, there is no one in this world who can escape the pursuit of the Mysterious Sanctuary.

"Then let's meet next time, cunning boy," the old man said, stepping forward.

He approached the cliff step by step, and when he was at the edge, he stepped out directly.

However, he did not fall behind.

As if walking on some invisible road, he slowly walked towards the center of the entire underground space.

As he walked, he chanted incantations.

Circles of runes from ancient times were revealed layer by layer behind him, and a huge door slowly opened above his head.

The ancient breath and chants came from the door, and the roar that spanned the long river of time resounded throughout the entire underground.

The phantom of a giant dragon hundreds of meters long descended here.

If Liu Ji were here, he would be very surprised.

Because this giant dragon, judging from its appearance, is very similar to the giant dragon that died outside Mir City, the dragon that the old man called his son.

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The massacre is over.

In just a few minutes, all the villagers and rebels were wiped out.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Ji felt his hands tremble a little.

Although he thinks he has adapted to this world.

Although he believed from the bottom of his heart that these people deserved their death.

However, after actually carrying out a one-sided massacre, he could not feel any joy in his heart.

At this moment, he finally understood why the villains in many stories didn't bother to deal with weak enemies.

This feeling is really not good.

Far from being as passionate as when defeating a powerful enemy, there is only instinctive discomfort and a temporary feeling of guilt.

If it wasn't necessary, he thought, he wouldn't want to have a similar experience next time.

Walking through the streets of the village, his eyes drifted past the houses nearby.

There, a wife slave was hiding.

Through the leaky window, Liu Ji met her eyes.

He clearly saw the endless fear and plea for life in the other person's eyes.

Did he save them?

Liu Ji doesn't know.

But at least, he did give them the possibility of living.

Can this be considered the behavior of a brave man?

To save a slave and kill her persecutors, it seems that this is what is written in many novels.

But, for some reason, he always felt that the way she looked at him was like looking at a demon king.

but……

Liu Ji looked at the village.

Due to the blood and energy being sucked away by the magic circle, the whole village was covered with shriveled corpses or broken human tissues. It looked lifeless, like a magic village, as if a group of zombies might emerge from the ground at any time.

Beside Liu Ji, seven potato boys armed with various weapons stood around. The silence was filled with evil spirits, especially the big sword from Wang Qi in Yuan's hand, which exuded the ominous atmosphere of chaos.

Sure enough... he looks like the Demon King no matter how he looks.

Being able to live like a devil as a brave man who retired before taking up the job, Liu Ji felt that he was probably a real talent.

At this time, Ayin's voice came from the tent.

"Come in, everyone, it's time for us to leave."

"Oh, okay," Liu Ji agreed, taking one last look at the village, then turned around and led a group of potato boys closer to the tent.

As red streams of light continued to flash, a hemispherical ball of streamer eggs was gradually woven into shape, slowly wrapping the entire tent.

Then, the flowing light condensed into a dazzling light door in the upper room of the hemisphere.

The light door slowly rotated, floated, and continued to fall downwards.

Dazzling spots of light filled the entire hemisphere.

Then, suddenly, with a sudden burst of unstable fluctuations, the entire camp and the ground below it disappeared in an instant, leaving only an extremely neat semicircular depression.

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After a while.

At the entrance of the village, a group of hunters brought by three women from the Shangxiang tribe arrived.

They originally planned to come here to inquire about the rebels and slave trade here, but when they arrived here, they were shocked by the sight in front of them.

Hundreds of mutilated mummies were strewn across the fields. The village not far away was lifeless, and only bursts of female cries could be heard coming from inside.

The hunters cautiously walked to the door, looked inside, and suddenly took a breath of air.

This village has become a dead place, with mummies and shriveled limbs everywhere.

After setting up their formation, the hunters entered here cautiously.

They thought a group of terrifying monsters had attacked here, but there was no response from the magic used to detect the monsters.

They followed the crying voice and finally found several disabled wife slaves in a small house.

Seeing them, the wives and slaves looked very frightened, and the hunters took great pains to calm them down.

Then the hunters asked them what happened here.

However, it seemed that they were so frightened that these women could not even speak a complete sentence.

Their final harvest is only one keyword that they have been thinking about...

"The green-haired devil."