"This is the eighth-level training ground of the Centaur clan?"

Baiwei King City, deep underground.

This place is a magnificent underground palace, and the overall decoration is mainly pure white and verdant green.

Although this palace is underground, instead of being dark, it is extremely bright, because there are special suspended lights hanging in the air, providing illumination for the entire palace.

At this time, two figures slowly walked from the entrance and entered the main hall.

It was Li Guanqi who was dressed in black, and the Centaur Queen Misha who had changed into a daily dress.

"There are paintings everywhere."

Li Guanqi looked around, sizing up the underground palace of the centaur royal family.

In fact, this place is not so much a palace as it is an extremely gorgeous painting exhibition. There are platforms for displaying paintings everywhere. There are also paintings of different styles hanging on the walls, of which oil paintings account for the majority.

But there are also freehand ink paintings with splashes of ink, and there are also many sketches.

"Most eighth-level centaur royals will store their insights into unlocking the eighth-level gene lock in the form of paintings on a whim."

Misha looked at the surrounding art exhibitions and said with a smile: "These are the legacy of our Chiron royal family's ancestors. The centaur family likes painting the most, especially our Chiron royal family, so the skill of painting is basically a standard.

match."

Geographers in the New Age basically divided the Ayabel Prairie into the eastern region.

But in fact, the races on the grassland are more accustomed to calling the eighth-level cultivation "opening the gene lock" like the West, rather than "opening the Bagua acupoints" in the Eastern Daluo.

Of course, the names are different but the essence is the same, so there is actually no difference.

"At least it's more intuitive than the dragon's claw marks."

Li Guanqi stood in front of a glass counter, looking at an oil painting sealed in it, his eyes dazed, "You Centaur clan store their feelings in the form of paintings. Compared with the dragon claw marks of the dragon clan, it is easier for people to understand. It's very easy to understand."

good."

The oil painting in front of him showed a centaur knight facing the siege of five curse spirits.

The scroll is of course static.

But at this time, Li Guanqi felt that the first time he saw this painting, he felt as if he was on a dangerous battlefield. The blood in his body was boiling, and the fighting spirit in his chest was surging. It seemed that there were really five curse spirits coming.

, as if a strong enemy is at your side.

"As long as you are satisfied."

At this time, Misha suddenly came closer and said something, which pulled Li Guanqi's emotions out of the scroll.

But he didn't care. After all, this was not the beginning of enlightenment. He hadn't even activated the [Synesthesia] star skill, and the feeling just now was just an appetizer.

“I was pleasantly surprised here.”

Li Guanqi looked at Misha and said with a smile: "If everything goes well, maybe I can penetrate the remaining nine acupoints without going to the training ground of the lion and tiger tribes."

"Acupoint? Oh, acupoint."

Misha was stunned at first, but she quickly came to her senses, shook her head and laughed, "Sorry, I'm still not used to this statement, it feels a bit weird."

"It's normal to have different names."

Li Guanqi replied casually, then looked at the centaur queen, changed the subject, and said: "Misha, during the period of my retreat, little Ying Shuang will be taken care of by you. Her birth and experience, I just

I told you on the way, so... regarding her character development, I hope you can give her more guidance as a 'sister', because I'm not good at this after all."

"She's a very interesting kid."

Misha said softly: "Although, she will behave very maturely in some aspects, and occasionally behave as immature as a normal child, which seems to make people feel separated and uncomfortable, but this is just caused by the environment in which she grew up. I think this

It’s not a bad thing, I will teach her slowly.”

"please."

Li Guanqi said seriously.

"Your Majesty, don't worry."

With a smile on her face, Misha patted her chest and said, "Put it on me."

"I said, you don't need to call me Your Majesty in private situations."

Li Guanqi corrected.

"Then...Brother Li, I will go out first."

Misha saluted him and said softly: "I wish you success in your cultivation."

"Um."

Li Guanqi nodded lightly.

Misha then turned and left.

Li Guanqi, on the other hand, turned his attention to the centaur paintings around him again, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Buzz——"

Golden light gradually circulated around his body, filling his whole body.

This is a manifestation of fully promoting the national destiny. At this time, Li Guanqi is using the power of the Dawu Dynasty's national destiny to increase his condition to the extreme.

The increase in national luck was an increase in all aspects, so his understanding at this time had completely reached the highest peak since his cultivation.

"Buzz——"

Suddenly, in addition to the golden light of the national destiny, Li Guanqi's body also had silver starlight, twinkling and floating.

Star Skill——[Synesthesia]!

"It is better to die heroically than to live in shame!"

An impassioned male roar quietly sounded in Li Guanqi's ears.

He opened his starry eyes and looked at a wall of the palace, looking at a picture hanging in the center.

It was a freehand ink painting.

It is vaguely visible that the protagonist of the ink painting is a centaur general holding a shield in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, and in front of him are countless werewolf armies rendered with ink dots.

The moment Li Guanqi cast his eyes towards this painting, the heroic spirit of "one man is in charge and no one can escape" rushed towards him, making him immersed in the scene.

"bring it on."

Li Guanqi closed his eyes again and sat down cross-legged.

Retreat, begin!

…

…

"Jia San! Are you crazy?! Why are you protecting him?! That Jia Qi is fake! His real name is Lin Xian... ugh!"

"Sorry, Captain, sorry, everyone."

Southern Xinjiang.

In the depths of a rain forest, corpses were strewn all over the ground. Countless purple-black pieces of flesh and corpses were scattered everywhere, and the smell of blood was strong.

On this killing battlefield, only a purple-haired girl wearing a black robe is still standing.

She was supporting a man in black robe with her left hand, and her right hand directly reached into the man's chest, crushing the heart, and blood continued to spurt and flow.

The purple-haired girl slowly laid the black-robed man on the ground and looked down at him. On her beautiful face, there was only indifference and two drops of blood spattered on her face.

"Why, why..."

The man in black robe had only one breath left. He looked at the girl in front of him, his face full of disbelief, his body trembling, and black blood would gush out of his mouth with every word he spoke.

"Because I owe him this."

The purple-haired girl smiled slightly.

"..."

Hearing this, the man in black robe looked at her and shook his head, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly a black blood welled up in his throat and overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

In the end, he tilted his head and stared blankly, unable to utter a single word.

The purple-haired girl just took out her blood-stained right hand, shook off the blood on her hand, then calmly wiped the black-robed man's eyes and forced him to close his eyes.

"Captain, thank you for taking care of me over the years."

The girl knelt on the ground, looked at the corpse in front of her, and said softly: "But I'm sorry... Even if you want to repay a favor, it has to be on a first-come, first-served basis, right? I'm sorry, I have to repay him first. As for your kindness, I will repay it in my next life, okay.

What? Don’t worry, everyone has a next life, and I successfully met his next life."

As she spoke, she seemed to be thinking of someone, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

If this girl was not in this bloody Shura battlefield, if there were no scraps of flesh and blood on her hands, and no traces of blood on her face, she would definitely have a beautiful smile.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

"call--"
To be continued...