Global Weird

"This is the eighth-level training ground of the centaur family?"

Baiwei Royal City, deep underground.

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

Although the palace is underground, it is not only not dark, but extremely bright, because there are special floating lights hanging in mid-air, providing illumination for the entire palace.

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

It was Li Guanqi in black, and the centaur queen, Misha, in a daily dress.

"There are paintings everywhere."

Li Guanqi looked around, looking at this 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, and scrolls of different styles are hung on the walls, among which oil paintings account for the vast majority. But there are also freehand ink paintings with splashed ink, and there are also many sketches.

"Most of the eighth-level centaur royal families, when they have a whim, will store their perception of unlocking the eighth-level gene lock in the form of paintings."

Misha looked at the painting exhibitions around and said with a smile: "These are left by the ancestors of our Chiron royal family. Centaurs like painting the most, especially our Chiron royal family, so the skill of painting is basically a standard. match."

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

But in fact, the races on the prairie are more accustomed to calling the eighth-level cultivation "unlocking the genetic lock" as in the West, rather than "opening the eight trigrams orifices" as in the Eastern Daluo.

Of course, the names are different, but the essence is the same, in fact, there is 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 were in a daze, "You centaurs store their sentiments in the form of paintings, which is easier for people to comprehend than the dragon claw marks of the dragon tribe. good."

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

The picture scroll is of course static.

But in terms of Li Guanqi's feelings at this time, the first time he saw this painting, he felt like he was in a dangerous battlefield, his blood was boiling, and the fighting spirit in his chest was surging, it seemed that there were really five great curse spirits attacking , a strong enemy is on the side.

"As long as you are satisfied."

At this time, Misha suddenly approached and said something, pulling Li Guanqi's emotions out of the scroll.

But he doesn't care, after all, this is not the beginning of comprehension, even the [Synesthesia] star skill is not activated, the feeling just now is just an appetizer.

"I was pleasantly surprised here."

Li Guanqi looked at Misha, smiled and said: "If it goes well, maybe I can penetrate the remaining nine orifices without going to the training ground of the lions and tigers."

"Acupoints? Oh, acupoints."

Misha was taken aback for a moment, but quickly reacted, shaking her head and laughing, "Sorry, I'm still not used to this term, it feels a bit weird."

"It's normal to call them different."

Li Guanqi replied casually, then looked at the centaur queen, changed the topic, and said, "Misha, during the time I was in seclusion, you took care of little Yingshuang. Her birth and experience, I just I also told you on the way, so... Regarding her character development, I hope you can give more guidance as a 'sister', I am not good at this after all."

"She was a very interesting kid."

Misha said softly: "Although she will appear mature in some aspects, and occasionally act immature like a normal child, which seems to make people feel disconnected 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'll teach her slowly."

"please."

Li Guanqi said seriously.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty."

With a smile on her face, Misha patted her chest, "Wrap it on me."

"As I said, don't call me Your Majesty in private."

Li Guanqi corrected.

"Then...Brother Li, I'll go out first."

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

"Ah."

Li Guanqi nodded slightly.

Misha then turned and left.

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

"Om-"

A golden light gradually flowed from his body, filling his whole body.

This is the performance of fully urging the national destiny. At this time, Li Guanqi is using the power of the Great Wu Dynasty's national destiny to increase his state to the extreme.

And the growth of the national fortune is an increase in all aspects, so his understanding at this time has completely reached the peak since he practiced.

"Om-"

Suddenly, in addition to the golden light of the national fortune, Li Guanqi's body also emitted silver and white stars, flickering and drifting.

Star skill - [Synaesthesia]!
"It is better to die in battle than to live in shame!"

An impassioned roar of a man quietly exploded in Li Guanqi's ears.

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

It was a freehand ink painting.

It can be vaguely seen 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 troops rendered with ink dots.

The moment Li Guanqi cast his eyes on this painting, the heroic spirit of "one man should be the master of the world and no man should be left behind" rushed towards him, making him feel like he was in the scene.

"bring it on."

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

Retreat, start!
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"A third! Are you crazy?! Why are you protecting him?! That seventh is a fake! His real name is Lin Xian...uh!"

"Sorry, Captain, sorry, everyone."

Southern Xinjiang.

In the depths of a rainforest, there are corpses everywhere. Countless purple-black pieces of flesh and blood are scattered everywhere, and the smell of blood is strong and lingering.

On this killing field, only a purple-haired girl in a black robe was still standing.

She supported a black-robed man with her left hand, while her right hand directly reached into the black-robed man's chest, directly crushing the heart, and the blood continued to splatter and flow.

The purple-haired girl laid the black-robed man on the ground slowly, and looked down at him. On his pretty face, there were only indifference and two drops of splashed blood.

"Why, why..."

The black-robed man was breathless, looking at the girl in front of him, his face was full of disbelief, his body was trembling, and every time he said a word, black blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Because I owe him that."

The purple-haired girl smiled slightly.

"..."

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

In the end, he tilted his head and died without a word, 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, and calmly wiped the black-robed man's eyes, forcing him to close his eyes.

"Captain, thank you for your care 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 your kindness, someone must come first, first come first, right? Sorry, I have to repay him first. As for your kindness, I will repay it in the next life, okay?" Don't worry, everyone has a next life, and I have 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 hadn't been in this bloody Shura battlefield, with no meat residue and blood on her hands, and no blood on her face, this would definitely be a beautiful smile.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

"call--"

After a while, the purple-haired girl suddenly took a deep breath, and then the purple aura began to leak from her body.

The more purple aura that elapsed, the paler her face became.

She was dissipating her spiritual power to create an illusion of overdrawn and excessive consumption of spiritual power.

And just a few minutes after the purple-haired girl made this move, a slender figure slowly walked out of a cave not far away - Lin Xianbai in black robe.

"A third?!"

After seeing this bloody battlefield, Lin Xianbai's complexion changed drastically, and he hurried over.

When the purple-haired girl heard his voice, she closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

Just before she fell to the ground, Lin Xianbai cast the "Feng Xing" spell, rushed over instantly, and gently hugged her in his arms.

"A seven..."

The purple-haired girl struggled to open her eyes, looked at Lin Xianbai, with a weak smile on her pale face, "Fortunately, I almost thought I wouldn't see you..."

"No! No!"

Lin Xianbai looked extremely anxious, with his left arm around the girl, and his right hand pinched the healing spell with one hand, the turquoise light rippled, constantly nourishing the core of the spell in the girl's body, allowing her to quickly overdraw her spiritual power status recovered.

Soon, the girl's face turned slightly rosy.

Lin Xianbai's expression finally softened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the end what happened?"

Only then did Lin Xianbai have the mood to look around.

The bloody, disgusting stumps on the nearby ground made it impossible to distinguish the identity of the dead, or even how many people died... Or were the dead people human?
The killings of these southern border magicians are bloody and brutal to the extreme, and humans with different bloods don't play like this.

But there is still a whole body here after all.

It was a black-robed man with a purple-black complexion, obviously poisoned to death.

"team leader."

Lin Xianbai looked at him with a complicated expression, "Captain... is dead?"

"Everyone is dead."

The purple-haired girl Jiasan snuggled into Lin Xianbai's arms, crying sadly, "They, they all died to protect me! They are from Team B. They want to snatch our team's Divine Stone of Yunling, and they want to Kill people and silence them! We, we...the captain, he... woo woo..."

In the end, Jiasan was sobbing and couldn't fully describe it.

On the other hand, Lin Xianbai hugged the girl tightly, looked at the broken corpses all around him, gritted his teeth, and looked solemnly in his eyes.

So, it was the soul-seeking saints from Team B who attacked. After a fight, the two sides were almost completely wiped out. The members of Team A and Team B basically died together, and only one of them survived?
"The nine members of Team B... are all dead?"

Lin Xianbai looked around, first glanced at the countless broken limbs on the ground nearby, and then asked softly to Jiasan in his arms.

"Ah."

Jia San raised his head, looked at him with those eyes that were flushed with tears, and nodded slightly.

"Sorry, I came out too late."

Lin Xianbai patted the purple-haired girl on the shoulder lightly.

"Woooo..."

Jiasan grabbed his collar, lay in his arms and wept endlessly.

Lin Xianbai sighed silently, watching the bloody scene around him, and began to think about the next thing.

Gu God Ancestral Temple is not united as one.

After being in this secret sect for so long, Lin Xianbai has figured out most of the things about the Gu God Ancestral Temple.

First of all, the members of Gu God Ancestral Temple are collectively referred to as saints.

But in reality, it's just a name.

There were only twelve saints at the beginning, and they were the ones who could really hear the voice of the Gu God and feel the will of the Gu God, and they were called the Twelve Saints.

They are actually the real "Gu saint disciples".

It's just that these 12 people divided the title of "saint" in order to form a force, and then let these subordinates who obtained the false title of "saint" call themselves the "twelve bishops".

This is the composition of Gu God Ancestral Temple.

Twelve bishops.

Countless saints.

Although there are twelve bishops, they are very united, and they are constantly working hard to revive the Gu God, and there has never been any disagreement.

Lin Xianbai thinks that they are "fanatics", the kind who have been completely brainwashed by the will of Gu God, so there have never been conflicts and differences in the struggle for power.

However, there are only these twelve bishops who are the real gu saint disciples.

They are the only ones who can hear Gu God's voice and are completely brainwashed by Gu God's will.

Therefore, the other members of Gu God's ancestral temple actually have different degrees of belief in Gu God.

Of course, there are those who are truly bewildered, and they regard Gu God as the saint of their own supreme god.

But there are also some saints whose desire for profit is far greater than their belief in Gu God.

The team that Lin Xianbai joined was called the soul-seeking team, and its members were also called "soul-hunting saints". They were responsible for using the Yunling God Stone, traveling around the world, looking for the reincarnated souls of the Gu God and collecting them.

If the Gu God wants to be resurrected, he needs more than just a soul split.

But the task of their team is to collect soul fragments. As for other things, Lin Xianbai's current level is still unknown.

The point is that the soul-seeking team is far more than just them.

There are ten soul hunting teams in the Ancestral Temple of Gu God.

A, B, C, D.

E, Ji, Geng, Xin.

Ren, Gui.

Among them, the Ren and Gui Er teams are basically the orientation of the training camp, and rarely participate in the actual soul-seeking missions, and are only responsible for training the soul-seeking members of the reserve team.

The eight teams in front of them are mainly responsible for soul hunting.

The strength of the soul-hunting teams varies, but the difficulty of the soul-hunting mission lies in "finding" rather than "fighting", so these names are just code names, there is no distinction between high and low, and they are not used for ranking.

In fact, Team A's strength is only below average among the eight soul-seeking teams, but the soul-seeking performance is very good, ranking among the top three all year round.

Team Xin is the strongest team. It is said that the captain is a conjurer at the late stage of the Nine Palaces class, but his soul-seeking performance has been ranked among the bottom three all year round.

And the key is that the soul hunting team has rewards.

Gu God Ancestral Temple does not rely purely on brainwashing, they will also give actual rewards.

Because of this, among the soul-seeking team, some saints with shaky beliefs had a crooked mind—since there will be rewards for returning with the Gu God distraction, why do I have to work hard to wander around the world? Looking for the reincarnation of Gu God?

Isn't it the same reason to rob other soul-seeking teams and rob the achievements of other soul-seeking saints?

This kind of thing rarely happens. After all, once they are discovered, the Twelve Bishops will definitely make them regret being born in this world.

But it rarely happens, which means it happens.

According to A[-], their team A just experienced this once, but team B is not strong, and obviously chose the wrong target, not only failed to plunder, but ended up annihilated.

Therefore, all nine members of Team B died.

Apart from him and Jia San, Team A was also dead.

That is to say, from now on, except for the poisonous woman Jia San, no one in the world will be able to discover that Lin Xianbai is actually an impostor.

"..."

Thinking of this, Lin Xianbai lowered his eyes and looked at the purple-haired girl who was crying in his arms, with a cold gleam in his eyes.

To kill or not to kill?

If you kill him, there will be no future troubles, no possibility of identity exposure, no need to worry anymore!