About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

"What?" Yain asked.

"If..." The old man swallowed his saliva, "If the Secret Sanctuary is handed over to you, what will you do?"

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

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

The spear passed through his body, transparent blood splashed 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, "everything is left to you, the last descendant..."

276. Two-in-one Everyone is for themselves, the mob

Watching the old man's body slowly drifting away with the breeze, Yain was silent.

Won?

Maybe.

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

But for this top arcane master, the final means of saving his life are at least 800 if not a thousand.

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

Did he really recognize Yain?

Or was he really tired?

In the final analysis, until now, has he lived for his own beliefs, or is he mechanically carrying his own obsession to move forward?

And the inheritance of the Secret Sanctuary...

Feeling the space contract flowing gently towards him, Yain took a long breath.

It turned out that the so-called Secret Sanctuary headquarters was actually a man-made alien world. No wonder no one knew where it was for so many years.

Come to think of it, it is right. Compared with the clumsy physical space, the contract alien world is obviously larger and safer.

It was just so easy to get it, which made Yain feel unreal.

It was as if something was delivered to her all the way...

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

She squatted down, lifted the robe, and found a ring inlaid with a strange gem.

"Hmm..." Yain picked up the ring and looked at it carefully.

The material was new, there was no magic breath, but it seemed to contain some extremely special energy...

"Strange," Yain muttered, and put the ring into the storage space, intending to study it carefully when she had time.

Picking up the wide robe and folding it with magic, Yain respectfully placed it on the ground, then raised the staff and chanted the spell, making the land rise, surrounded by mud bricks, and finally built a tomb without a tombstone.

After paying a salute 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, accompanied by a cracking sound like a broken mirror, a dragon claw burning with black and gray flames blasted out of the crack in the void.

Then, the black-gray dragon smashed the broken wall of space into pieces, and rushed out of the broken void with a long dragon roar.

Then, the dragon looked at Yayin.

The latter reached out and said hello.

Liu Ji was stunned, looked at Yayin, then looked at the grave mound beside him, then changed back to human form and landed beside Yayin.

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

"The tomb of the president of the Secret Sanctuary," Yayin replied.

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

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

"Oh, so," Liu Ji nodded.

Then he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Wait? Just now committed suicide?" Liu Ji said in astonishment, "I thought he was dead a long time ago, eh? No, that means you didn't fall into the illusion?"

"Yes," Yayin nodded.

"Then, then weren't you confronting him just now? And then you told him he was dead?" Liu Ji was stunned.

"It's not that I'm dead, I'm not sure... Well, anyway," Ya Yin said, handing the lens staff in her hand to Liu Ji, "I did get what you wanted."

"Yeah, yes," Liu Ji took the staff and looked at it, scratching his head, "It was much smoother than I thought, there's always a sense of unreality... But why did he commit suicide?"

"I haven't figured it out either, but, as for the result," Ya Yin said, holding Liu Ji's hand.

"Huh?" Liu Ji was stunned for a moment, and then a huge space unfolded around them.

The huge bookshelves in circles were like the walls of a maze, and at first glance, they were dazzling.

"Where is this..." Liu Ji looked around at the bookshelves in astonishment, "The Mysterious Sanctuary?"

"Well, he gave me the contract for this space," Ya Yin said, "In fact, I can be regarded as the director of the Mysterious Sanctuary now, but I should not be able to rely on this thing to coordinate them. On the contrary, if they knew that the contract for this space was with me, some people would want to kill me."

As he said, Ya Yin let go of his hand, floated up, and flew towards the space above the bookshelf.

"If they want to die, I welcome them," Liu Ji said, and followed them.

As the horizon of the two people passed the top of the bookshelf, the scene of the entire Mysterious Sanctuary also appeared in front of them.

It was a treasure house 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, scanning 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 that’s okay…

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."

After the words fell, there was a 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 have to do some accumulation before announcing it. In the face of a powerful 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 some inexplicable reason.”

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."

"Impossible, unless it's the tyrant himself, no one in this world can do anything to the Saint Master," said another person, "and, only the Saint Master doesn't want to die, even if the tyrant wants to kill him, he may not be able to do it."

The great arcanists looked at each other for a long time, and someone said, "Miss, it can't be you, I remember you went to see the Saint Master once, if it's you, just say it, if the Saint Master values ​​your potential, everyone can understand."

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on one of the arcanists.

The man frowned and said, "No, it's not me, how can I have the first priority."

"Then, how are you going to prove it?" A great arcanist who had some grudges with him said.

"This... whoever questions it should provide evidence, how can I prove myself with your unfounded accusation?" Miss frowned.

"It's very simple, just liberate your contract space," another great arcanist who had a grudge with him also took the opportunity to throw a stone into the well.

"Damn it, why don't you guys prove yourself!" The great arcanist called Miss was immediately angry, "Don't think I don't know what you two are thinking! You're fanning the flames, right? You brought my quarrel with you here to vent, what the hell is your intention?"

"Oh, oh, oh, so anxious, it seems that there is really a problem," someone covered his mouth and said sarcastically.

"Tsk," Miss was shocked, turned his head and looked at the tall old man and said, "Kiselos, you shouldn't agree to such a weird request, right?"

The tall old man called Kiselos looked at Miss, was silent for a long time, and said: "Miss, special period..."

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

However, the other great arcanists present looked at him, but they were silent.

"I, I really saw a ghost!" Miss cursed, "I have nothing to say to you, I'm leaving."

As he said, he wanted to go out.

However, he immediately discovered that several great mystics quietly blocked his way out.

Miss looked at Kiselos, who sighed softly and said nothing.

"Damn it, damn it," Miss gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck, okay, okay, I'll prove my innocence!"

As he spoke, he slammed the staff in his hand to the ground, and the empty and chaotic space instantly unfolded, sometimes showing a wilderness, sometimes showing a cage with hundreds of familiars, sometimes showing a large treasure house of miscellaneous items, and sometimes, showing a room full of strange and interesting props...