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

If it was the Earth where he lived in his previous life, it would be nothing but a foolish dream to want to go to the moon with a pair of wings.

Although according to the information Liu Ji had, the moon in this world should not be a satellite, but there is one thing that should 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 the long time.

Then the question came, if they thought about it, the moon was still hanging high in the night sky...

Liu Ji felt a little unsure in his heart.

No, it should be said that it was very unsure.

Because he found something very troubling.

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

But the size of the moon in front of him was still the same as before, only the size of a thumb.

It was as if the distance between the two had never been shortened, or in other words, the shortened distance was too insignificant compared to the overall distance.

This is a bit bad...

The air around him is gradually becoming thinner. Liu Ji doesn't know whether there is such a thing as an atmosphere in this world, nor does he know what the air structure here is like. He only knows that if he leaves the area with air and the size of the moon in his eyes still does not change much, then it will be troublesome.

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

He can't remember the distance between the earth and the moon in the previous life, but he vaguely feels that it seems to be more than 300,000 kilometers.

Liu Ji sweated.

If it is really that far, the delay time will probably far exceed Liu Ji's initial estimate.

That would be a big trouble.

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

Then everything will be over.

"Damn it, damn it, don't make trouble for me at this stage..." He cursed, using all his strength to fly at a high speed, and his ability to affect time and space to the extreme.

But even so, the moon is still far away in the sky, and there is no sign of it getting closer to him.

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Under the blood moon, the tyrant stood in the air.

Under his feet, golden flames were burning on the withered land, and no grass grew on the charred soil.

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

Of course, that has become the past.

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

However, this is not his destination.

"Turin," the tyrant said.

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

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

"King, the other side has someone with the same ability as me. Under the hedge, my prediction can no longer be called a prediction," Turin said softly.

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

"I am not capable enough..." Turin said softly.

"No, I trust your ability, but there are always people who are better than you," the tyrant said, "Obviously, the opponent this time is more capable than you, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why we missed so many times in a row."

"It's hard for me to deny..." Tulin said softly, with a lot of apology in his words.

"It doesn't matter, I already have an idea," the tyrant said, "I have recorded all the places where we moved. If you put all these places on the map, you can find that we are always moving around a certain area."

Tulin was stunned for a moment, and 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 crowded the place is, the easier it is to hide a person's figure..."

"Are you saying that?" Tulin asked.

"It's obvious," the tyrant said, "Joka Empire, the imperial capital."

"Ah, as expected," Turin smiled unconsciously, "You're right, we should use some reverse thinking at this time, the Joka Empire has always been in the blind spot of my prediction..."

"Don't force yourself to smile, I know that with your self-esteem, even if you guessed it, it would be difficult for you to accept this," the tyrant turned around, "but they are just being smart after all, the crowd as a cover, in front of me, has no meaning."

As he said, the tyrant put away his sword, and the air wave around him burst out, turning into a meteor, rushing towards the direction of the Joka Empire.

Looking at the tyrant's back as he went away, the smile on Turin's face slowly disappeared.

"Tsk, are you using the safety bolt now?" Turin scratched his eyebrows and muttered, "This is a bit of a headache..."

"Your chess is too bad."

A voice came from below.

Turin looked down and saw Beilin throwing his crystal ball, looking at him with contempt.

"Really?" Tulin smiled slightly, "Why do you think so?"

"He can't fulfill your request, and the world is also accelerated overdrawn. Aren't you bad at playing chess?" Beilin said coldly.

"Haha, it seems so, right?" Tulin smiled, "In your opinion, everything has come to this point because of me?"

"If we switch roles, I will do a hundred times better than you," Beilin 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 envoy. Alas, you always realize some things later. Do you think I want to suppress you every day? If I bring you out earlier and bring some other cute little sisters as deputy envoys, wouldn't I be more comfortable than now?"

"You..." Beilin frowned.

She wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true...

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

"Have you forgotten all your training programs? In addition to the strategic guidelines under normal circumstances, we also have 172 emergency response plans," Tulin said, "Didn't you memorize them?"

"I..." Beilin was speechless for a long time before saying, "There is no need to memorize that kind of thing, just check it out."

"Ha, yes, you will know if you check it out, but if you don't memorize it, how do you know that you have encountered an emergency?" Tulin smiled and shook his head, "You, go back and look at those plans and think about them carefully."

Beilin stared at Tulin and frowned.

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

Beilin frowned even deeper.

Although it made sense, she became more and more angry when she looked at Tulin's face.

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

Charge up, throw hard, and hit Turin's face.

292. Master's collapse sometimes happens in an instant

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

It has been nearly sixty years since Liu Ji left, but his appearance and temperament seem to be not much different from before.

It's not surprising. After all, don't look at him like this. He has actually lived for more than a thousand years this year, and his appearance and temperament have not changed for hundreds of years.

Compared with Anwada, the changes of the two people fighting him are somewhat obvious.

After sixty years, the appearance of Mowente has changed a lot. His body is more robust, his face is more mature, and he has some beard. He is wearing a set of thin black scales from the treasure house of the Mysterious Sanctuary. It does not affect the activity, but also provides excellent magic defense and certain physical defense.

Of course, for this race with a lifespan of hundreds of years, the biggest change after sixty years is the temperament compared to the appearance.

Now the temperament of a young swordsman has completely faded. Even if he is at a disadvantage in a fierce battle, he does not show any anxiety. He is calm and defends the whole time. As long as he waits for a chance to counterattack, he will draw his sword like lightning and turn defense into offense in an instant.

It's a pity that Anwada's defense is also watertight. Even if he is temporarily passive, he can always find a chance to regain the initiative.

However, even if Anwada can take the initiative for a long time, it is still very difficult to really cause an effective and decisive attack on the two.

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

As a half-orc of the tiger tribe, it is really hard to say that there is any obvious change in Osa's appearance. Although he claims that his fur color and pattern are obviously different from those of the past, others can't see any difference at all.

The change in temperament is of course obvious. In fact, the former Osa is quite different in battle and outside of battle.

He is usually very gentle, but he will show a wild and savage side in battle. However, if he uses his real kung fu, he will appear solemn and cold. The performance style of the whole person is very different. Sometimes you will even feel that he is not controlling his own fighting style, but rather giving himself to his own fighting style and letting them control his body.

In fact, there are very few fighters who can do this. Anyone who can do this is a master of a certain school.

But it is only the level of a master. If you really want to achieve the level of a master, you still have to rely on yourself to control everything, and you can't let the school control you.

Now Osa has obviously done this.

His moves are weird and changeable, sometimes fierce, sometimes vicious, sometimes sharp, and sometimes soft. Every move is under his control. He can advance and retreat calmly. It seems that attack and defense are meaningless to him. Attack is defense, and defense is attack. Because of this, no matter what the rhythm of the battle is, he can tightly hold Anwada's action space.

Next to the venue, Dedell, who also looked the same as before, yawned and muttered, "Damn, how long 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 there's a chance to break the record this time."

"Ha, numb, actual combat endurance training is so boring, it's a pity they don't get tired of it," Dedell let out a long sigh, "Speaking of which, how many years have passed..."

"Sixty years," Lim said, "There's still forty years left before the 100-year agreement..."

"I feel like you've been a little uneasy recently," Dedell looked at Lim.

Lim shrugged and didn't say anything.

Dedell sighed and said, "Well, I shouldn't ask, uh, I'll go see how my apprentice is doing now."

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

"Ah? Why?" Daedel turned back in confusion.

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

"Swoosh!"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and Daedel dodged back suddenly. A sharp arrow just brushed past him and shot past him, and then stuck into the tree next to the two people with a thud.

With a flash of light, Guoguo's figure appeared next to the two people.

After all, she is a woman. Compared with other people, Guoguo's appearance has changed a lot. The whole village is shouting "Guo Ma Guo Ma". As a result, she really doesn't look like a girl anymore. She is tall and has long legs. She looks like a sexy big sister. For the civet cats with an average age of about 300 years old, she is indeed this age now.

However, Guoguo is now half a step into the ranks of great mystics. If she wants to change her appearance, it is also easy, but she doesn't seem to have this idea yet, or she is not old enough to worry about this problem.

As for her temperament...

That's a little weird.

If she used to be shy and gentle, now she looks a little depressed, listless, as if she would sigh at any time.

"Ah, you traitor," Daedel said with a glare, "You almost shot your master in the head, you know?"

"No, it's not pointed," Guoguo muttered, pulled the arrow down from the tree, subconsciously took a look, saw the tip of the arrow flashing coldly, pursed his lips, and said, "Ah, I made a mistake, whatever."

"Whatever!? No! Hey! Is that reasonable!" Daedel screamed.

"Hey, that's enough, if you can't avoid this, you should go to the nursing home next door to spend your old age," Guoguo waved his hand, looking impatient.

"You... Tsk, ha," Dedel sighed, "Damn it, how did my lovely little apprentice become like this..."

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

"Oh, by the way," Guoguo clapped her hands, "Carly said that if the three of them don't go back to eat, she will ask Potato to arrest them."

"Uh-huh," Dedel's mouth twitched, "No, not really..."

"Look for yourself," Guoguo pointed in a direction.

Dedel looked over, and his vision instantly extended thousands of meters. He saw that at the other end of the village, seven potato people were chatting and laughing while walking slowly towards this side.

These seven kids are no different from those in the past.

It's normal, after all, for them, appearance can be molded into anything they want.

"Oh, they're really here," Daide's mouth twitched, "Then let them..."

Dedel hadn't finished speaking yet, just turned around and saw Anwada and others standing beside them.

"Yeah, we've been fighting for two days, and there's no end to it. It's time to eat something," Anwada said with a smile.