A canyon with sparse vegetation and large chunks of red sandstone everywhere that are exposed to the surface gives a sense of desolation.

At the entrance to the canyon stood a huge stone tablet with words carved on it, scarlet and somewhat eerie, as if written in blood.

On this day, Zhao Tian came here, and when he passed by, he stumbled upon that he was standing in front of the stone tablet, trying to make out the words on it.

"Love Xinjue Luo Mang Gurtai. Zhao Tian said to the stone tablet.

The words on the stele are distorted, and the red ones are a little strange, it is Mongolian, a very ancient language, but fortunately, Zhao Tian can barely make out it.

The founder of the Qing Dynasty, Nurhachi, had a total of 16 sons, of which the fifth son was Mang Gurtai, and it is recorded in history that he was at odds with Huang Taiji and died as a result.

However, those are just ordinary people's statements, Zhao Tian has read the books in the Tang family's Taishi Pavilion, and it is clear that all but three of Nurhachi's 16 sons are sleeping in the Luo family's forbidden land.

Generally speaking, this is a normal phenomenon, except for a few special circumstances in the major families, there are not many strong people who really die, even if they lose in the internal battle, they can choose to enter the ancestral land to sleep.

You must know that even for the Son of Heaven family, every strong person is precious, especially the super strong and peerless geniuses are very important, how can it be wasted.

Nurhachi's three sons were given up because of their own talents, and they did not step through the first life ladder before the final limit, and according to records, Mang Gurtai himself was also outstanding among Nurhachi's 16 sons, although it was far inferior to Huang Taiji and Dolgon, but before finally falling asleep, he should have broken through to the monarch realm.

The Monarch Realm represents the seventh level of life of the transcendent, Zhao Tian is a little hesitant now, after all, the other party is a strong person who has entered the third layer of the life ladder, and the sleeping place must be extremely dangerous.

There was no reason why he had to enter this canyon to explore, because the place he sensed in the dark was not here, it was still in the deeper part of the mountain range, and Zhao Tian just happened to pass by and accidentally discovered this canyon.

Could it be that the sleeping place of the strong men of the Luo family is very scattered, or is this not the real sleeping place of Mang Gurtai?

In the end, Zhao Tianyi gritted his teeth and stepped into the valley, so that he would not be scared away without seeing anything.

The canyon is long, but also extraordinarily deep, with a desolate and desolate feeling that makes people uncomfortable.

Zhao Tian walked in the canyon towards the depths, observing the surroundings, very vigilant, but until the end of the canyon, there were no accidents.

The road was peaceful.

In front of me was a meadow, but the grass had died, and in the center of a withered yellow patch, several tents stood strangely there.

Although it is normal for a tent to appear in the grassland, Zhao Tian inexplicably felt a strange feeling, could it be that the monarch-level powerhouse would sleep in this tent?

He stepped towards one of the tents, the yellow weeds shattering into powder as they touched its feet.

The rustle of blades of grass as they shattered seemed to be heard in his ears, Zhao Tian stood in front of a tent, hesitated for a moment, or hid to the side and reached out to open the curtain of the tent.

For a long time, it was quiet in the tent, and nothing happened as he imagined.

Zhao Tianyou stood outside the tent for a while, and only after making sure that there was no danger inside, he walked in slowly.

The tent was empty, there was nothing, Zhao Tian retreated from it, his face was strange, and he entered several other tents one after another.

Several of the tents were empty, surprisingly clean and could be described as spotless.

There is a strange thing everywhere here, and the monarch-level powerhouse Mang Gurtai seems to be sleeping in this desolate canyon, but now he doesn't know what to do, leaving only a few dusty tents, as if they were only set up yesterday.

Could it be that something happened in the Luo family's forbidden land? Zhao Tian guessed that several tents were ancient in style, exuding the breath of time, and it was certain that they were definitely from a long time ago.

Zhao Tian shook his head, he didn't find anything of value here, he was ready to leave.

However, just as he was about to step out of this meadow next, Zhao Tian's whole person suddenly froze.

The cold hairs on his back suddenly appeared, and a cold breath seemed to pierce people's souls, and the tip of his nose seemed to be able to smell a faint strange smell, which was not unpleasant, but Zhao Tian felt a feeling of nausea inexplicably, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Before I knew it, there was a fog, wisps of gray mist drifting, and the air seemed moist, maybe it was the fog in the mountains and forests?

Zhao Tian turned around quickly, a faint light lit up on his fist, and at this moment it was like a volcano ready to erupt, ready to burst out of the surging energy in his body at any time.

However, it was still calm behind it, the grass was yellow, the tents were towering, and the only extra change was the gray mist.

He keenly noticed that the fog in this area of the meadow was obviously thicker than the outside world, and faintly, there was a black shadow flashing in it!

Zhao Tian took a few steps back in horror, clenched the three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand, his eyes were firmly fixed on the misty grass in front of him, and he was not in a hurry to escape.

I saw the gray mist swinging towards both sides as if it had encountered a breeze, and a huge black shadow fell from the sky, the black shadow had a slender body, and only one claw poked out of the thick fog, which could be faintly seen.

It was a dragon's claw, but it was covered with red hair, and it felt a rare sense of familiarity!

The fog in the grass was rippling and thinning, but Zhao Tian still couldn't see clearly, because there was a red-haired whirlwind quietly blowing in the grass, and the red-haired hearts were a little bewitching.

And those tents were also different from before, the surface rose with Dao Dao immortal light, as if they were resisting some force from the outside world, but it was very difficult, and it became more and more dim under the shroud of the red-haired whirlwind.

"It's what happened here before. ”

Zhao Tian judged this, those red hairs he was very familiar with, he had seen them in the depths of Yingzhou Immortal Mountain, and now, there was no ominous and strange aura around.

Could it be that the depths of Changbai Mountain are also suppressing the source of darkness, is it the same thing that is locked up in the depths of Yingzhou Immortal Mountain, and are those ancient places that are also rich in mythology also suppressing something?

At this moment, Zhao Tian inexplicably thought of a lot, and the murals he once saw in the treasure house of Yingzhou Immortal Mountain, which described some things in ancient times, seemed to confirm this idea.

Judging that what happened here in front of him was just a scene that had happened here in the past, and for some reason it was recorded by this piece of heaven and earth, and by chance, these scenes were repeated, Zhao Tian was no longer on guard, and watched it seriously.