The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

In the live broadcast, a large stream of brilliance formed near the painting, and the people who took it in passing couldn't open their eyes.

Rong Yunjing put down his hands and turned his back to the gate of the dungeon.

At this time, a new round of explosions just started, the ground was shaking, and many people could not stand firmly, let alone watch his movements.But Xi Qingyin saw it.

He himself was standing behind Rong Yunjing, and his perspective was the clearest at this time.

When he saw Rong Yunjing swinging his fist, even the wind of the fist carried majestic spiritual power.That is what Xi Qingyin is familiar with, it is his own mental power.

next second.

The thick door was broken open forcefully, the explosion was very, very close, the entire dungeon was shaking, the ceiling collapsed, the ground was covered with dust, and nothing could be seen.

There were stones and ash falling down, as if someone screamed, Xi Qingyin looked up and was slightly taken aback.

When people are really unlucky, all kinds of natural disasters can happen.

There was a huge piece of reinforced concrete directly above, falling straight towards him.

Just like the accurate calculation of the attack location in the game, this stone also accurately calculated his avoidance range. It seems that no matter where he hides...he will be accurately hit!

Rong Yunjing turned around with a serious look on his face.

He was about to rush forward to protect him, but before he could move his toes, he was taken aback suddenly, looking at the yellow mist of dust uncertainly.

——Inside, the figure in white disappeared.

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Whoosh~~It's so dangerous!

Xi Qingyin struggled to get up from the ground, and patted the dust on the hem of the clothes.

What caught my eye was the familiar barrenness of the inheritance land, with several black platforms standing together in one place.The nearest black table still has wavy fonts floating on it.

[Task: Complete oil paintings, sketches, and traditional Chinese paintings with more than 90 points. 】

[Reward: The cat mask is hidden, and the inheritor can change into a human form without a mask. ps. This function needs to be opened carefully by the inheritor, and there are major loopholes]

Xi Qingyin paused for a few seconds on the 'major loophole', still a little hesitant.

However, this problem was quickly resolved.

Walking to the next black platform, reaching out to touch the rough surface of the black platform, the air above it swayed, and soon showed the final test of the inheritance place for the inheritor.

[Task: Complete 100 points of oil painting, sketching, and traditional Chinese painting. 】

100 points?That is, the mental power fluctuation value is around 200.

Xi Qingyin rubbed the corners of her brows with a headache, and couldn't help talking to herself.

"The Civet Clan really stands high and looks far. The highest spiritual fluctuation record in the empire is only 192. This was painted by the master who discovered the effect of oil painting ten thousand years ago. Whether it is 192 or not is irrelevant. "

The legendary unconfirmed highest records are all lower than his current three targets, which is enough to show how vicious his targets are this time.

Yes, vicious.

Xi Qingyin wants to use this word to describe it now.

Although he has successfully drawn three paintings with a score of 90 or more, the sketches and traditional Chinese paintings were all suddenly realized when the war was at its most critical.The traditional Chinese painting is even more amazing, the inspiration gained after the departure of a close friend-it doesn't matter if you don't want it.

I don't know if it was his words that stimulated Heitaizi. He was silent for a few seconds, and the text on it shook for a while, and a new line of text was changed.

[Reward: Thoroughly inherit the power of the civet family, and you can change your body shape at will.Obtain a higher level of traditional Chinese painting inheritance, and possess the civet companion skill of "leading the spirit into the painting". 】

"Introducing the spirit into the painting?"

Xi Qingyin was slightly stunned.

At this point, Chuan Chuanzhu almost recognized him as half of his master, so he answered every question.

[Introducing spirits into paintings: summon the spirits of the dead, send paintings to reincarnation, and seek the source of reincarnation blessings.There is only one breath left by the living, and it can be healed. ps. Each painting is used once, and every time it does great damage to the civets. 】

Xi Qingyin: "...!!!"

After being in a daze for several seconds, his froze brain turned around twice with difficulty.

Surrounded by Xi Qingyin's indifference, seeing this line of prompts at this moment makes her heart warm. I can't believe how crazy they will fall into if the world knows the special skills of the Civet Clan!

Simply translate——

"People who have died touch the painting, and their next life will be prosperous and peaceful, free from disease and disaster. People who are about to die will be cured immediately by touching the painting."

What kind of magical skill is this!

Xi Qingyin was happy for a long time, only then did he notice that there were some words in the back.

Does it do great damage to the civets once used?

"..." Xi Qingyin pondered.

Sending Yu Yangnian into reincarnation and keeping her safe and carefree in the next life is his greatest wish at this time.

And the most important thing he didn't forget.

The matter of the Golden Peacock and the Singing Phoenix have not been resolved.Although after breaking with Rong Tianhe, he never took the medicine again, but the toxin had already accumulated in his body, and if he ignored this toxin in the long run, sooner or later, it would suddenly erupt and destroy him like a swallow.

This is the foreseeable future, and it is also something that has been pressing on Xi Qingyin's mind for a long time.

Two goals that urgently need to be accomplished hang ahead, one is his relatives and friends since he was a child, and the other is his lover who will live a lifetime without accident...

Although I don't know what "huge damage" refers to, but after thinking about it, it seems that any kind of damage can be tolerated.

At this point, Xi Qingyin no longer hesitated.

He quickly walked back to the previous black table, and embedded the Chinese painting in his hand into the groove of the black table.

[Chinese painting score: 91.An oil painting with a score of more than 90 and a sketch with a score of more than 90 are also required. 】

Take out the oil paintings and sketches in the storage container one by one.These two paintings were drawn when they first entered the battlefield, and have not been formally tested until now, but Xi Qingyin is confident.

really--

[Oil painting score: 93.Sketch Rating: 94. 】

Xi Qingyin caressed her face, there was no hard touch of the mask on it, instead it was replaced by delicate skin.

A new journey has begun.

He looked at the words "Introduction to the painting" and thought in his heart.

the other side.

Dust filled the air, and the entire dungeon was gray.

The imperial painters squatted down in fear, several of them were scratched by the falling stones, but luckily they were all minor injuries and nothing serious.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also in fear, struggling to find Xi Qingyin's figure in the shaking camera.

In the last shot, the stone was thrown straight at him. If it hit Rong Yunjing, they wouldn't be so worried.The physique of a warrior is many times stronger than that of ordinary people, and he will not be stoned to death, but such a delicate profession as a royal painter is not necessarily...

In the hearts of the public, a warrior represents strength, invulnerability, and super god.

Corresponding to it is the Royal Painter.

This is a very delicate industry, perhaps because of the complete mismatch between mental strength and physical fitness, most imperial painters are weak and sick, and can sit down and rest for a long time after walking two steps.

For many years, the idea instilled in the masses from childhood to adulthood is that imperial painters are precious and rare, and at the same time very fragile.

This profession is like a flower far away on the top of a mountain, which people look up to, but it can be invaded by the cold of the mountain and destroyed by the wind and rain of the mountain at any time.

They couldn't imagine how an imperial painter would dodge the stones falling from the sky.It is difficult for ordinary people to escape, let alone the imperial painter who is physically weaker than ordinary people!

"It's okay, it's okay, His Highness is still here. He will never let a royal painter fall into crisis!"

Many people comfort themselves like this in their hearts.

When the chaos subsided, everyone looked left and right, panicking to see if the friends were injured.When they found that there were no casualties, they turned their eyes to the door.

Rong Yunjing pursed his lips and stood there, his innermost thoughts could not be seen from his expression alone.

However, the moment they saw Rong Yunjing, a moment of horror appeared in many people's hearts at the same time.

--Hold!They thought Rong Yunjing would save Xi Qingyin!

"Oh my god, why is His Royal Highness still standing there? Turn the camera around, I want to see my male god!!!"

The people who are watching the live broadcast are all worried.

It wasn't until they saw the cold figure in white standing upright that they breathed a sigh of relief.

They immediately wanted to look at the injuries of the others, especially His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.However, as soon as their eyes moved away, everyone moved back at the same time, staring at Xi Qingyin silently.

Mask... gone?

Fuck blah blah blah blah blah blah!

The mask is really gone! ! !

After the surprise, more people present looked over.

In their line of sight, the young man who had been covering his face with a mask walked slowly down from the ruins, his footsteps were still a little flimsy, and it seemed that he had just experienced the urgency of life and death.

However, this did not stop his demeanor at all.

In the midst of a crowd of disgraced people, it was a foul for someone like Xi Qingyin to be included.

He paused for a moment, and first glanced at Rong Yunjing who was a few steps away, the latter looked slightly stunned, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Xi Qingyin turned to look at the royal painters.

The crowd really looked at him, and the amazement flashed from everyone's faces.

This is a completely different feeling from before.

Originally thought that Xi Qingyin was injured on the face, and the darker thought was disfigurement, so she had to put on this black and gold mask as a last resort.Many people are prepared to see an ugly face, but now it seems... there is nothing wrong with them!

The beauty is picturesque, and the clear and cold glance is enough to make everyone hold their breath unconsciously. It doesn't look like he just ran out of the ruins of the battlefield. Some people believe that he is a fairy who walked out of the fairyland.

After a pause for a few seconds, cheers broke out in the live broadcast room.

"The door is open! The male god is back!!!"

"His Royal Highness and Xi Painter join forces, the strongest fighter on the surface and the strongest imperial painter on the surface, Wucao, this is definitely a scene that can be recorded in the annals of history, I actually witnessed history!"

"Get out, ah, I'm so nervous, isn't there a bomb strapped to that kid? Hurry up and dismantle the bomb, no one will be sacrificed again..."

Xi Qingyin lowered her eyes and reached out to caress her cheek.

As soon as he took off the mask, the high-cold person who had been pretending for more than ten years suddenly got on his body. He unconsciously held back his dizziness, and tried his best to appear cold and stable.

However, this is not worth the feedback from the body.

He felt that he was having difficulty breathing and that he might pass out at any moment.Multiple phantoms have appeared in front of my eyes, overlapping and swaying non-stop.

Closing his eyes tightly and opening them again, Rong Yunjing keenly sensed that something was wrong with him, ignoring the flash of confusion in his heart just now, he quickly approached.

Xi Qingyin squeezed his hand tightly and said, "As soon as we go out, defuse the bomb for Yutofu."

Rong Yunjing pursed his lips: "Okay, I promise you."

After receiving this guarantee, Xi Qingyin's mind sank, and she fell forward and fell into Rong Yunjing's arms.

Rong Yunjing froze for a few seconds, and looked aside.

A row of imperial painters with wide-eyed eyes immediately looked at the sky and the earth, and some people held their heads and said nothing.The imperial painter who was holding the live broadcast camera was extremely winking. Although he really wanted to eat melons, he still put down the camera silently.

"Knock! Why are you hitting the ground? I want to see my male god!"

The viewers of the live broadcast looked at the dusty ground in bewilderment, completely unaware of what was going on.

Rong Yunjing looked at Yu Mujin again.

This 'genuine boyfriend' didn't care about Xi Qingyin's life or death at this time, he didn't even give a hand to his eyes, he was still squatting beside Yu Yangnian's corpse in despair.

"..." Rong Yunjing's face darkened slightly.

Amidst all the exclamation, accompanied by the sound of "offended", Rong Yunjing hugged Xi Qingyin in his arms, cherishing it in his arms.

At the last moment of going out, he silently glanced at Yu Mujin who was struggling to lift Yu Yangnian's body.

——If your lover is such an unreliable person, even if he bears ugly accusations and infamy...he will steal it, he will really steal it.

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