Domineering!

At the foot of Changling Mountain, the juniors of the Xia family stared at the "Chu Tiannan" with the pure Jun sword dripping with blood hanging on his shoulder, and his face turned pale.

The handsome man who fell in a pool of blood, with only one breath left, his body was almost torn apart by the domineering sword qi.

He howled in pain, beads of sweat the size of beans constantly popping up from his forehead.

"Chu Tiannan...... Are you crazy?!"

"I am a descendant of the Xia family, a member of the Great Xia royal family, you dare to hurt me...... If you are not afraid of walking out of Changling, you will be crushed by a serious crime and detained in the prison of the Criminal Department!"

The rain washed away the crooked pool of blood, making this descendant of the Great Xia Dynasty look extremely hideous.

One move...... He is also a fourth-grade cultivator, but in front of Chu Tiannan, he was suppressed with one move.

There is no power to fight back.

This made him feel the pain of his face.

Feel like a reservoir dog.

Luo Hong, who was dressed in the evil shadow of Chu Tiannan, turned around and glanced at the handsome man, a little surprised, a little speechless.

No wonder this generation, the descendants of the Xia family are on the yellow list, and there is no one.

As far as the brains of these juniors of the Great Xia royal family are concerned, it is insulting to be able to enter the yellow list.

Originally, Luo Hong didn't want to kill this person, after all, this is the Great Xia Changling, and Luo Hong still wants to keep a low profile for a while, at least, first move all the good things in the secret realm.

However......

This handsome man forced Luo Hong to kill him again and again?

Luo Hong felt that according to Chu Tiannan's temperament, he might not be able to kill this handsome man, but ......

Luo Hong smiled.

The next moment, with a flick of his fingers, his fingers lightly tapped on the Chunjun sword.

He, Luo Hong, is different.

Even if he is wearing a vest, he Luo Hong is also a big villain.

Endure?

Inexistent.

Society is already so dark, what can we endure?

Chunjun, a domineering sword.

It is one of the top ten famous swords in the world, with excellent quality and spirituality.

Although the spirituality is much worse than the magic sword Asura in Luo Hong's dantian who only knows how to suck non-stop.

However, after all, it is a famous sword, and it belongs to the first-class treasure.

seemed to feel Luo Hong's influx of murderous intent.

This Chunjun seemed to jump up with joy, a hum, and suddenly swept up, wrapped in a majestic sword momentum, like a big wave crashing on the shore.

Poof!

Before the handsome man could react, his head separated, as if with a bit of disbelief and regret.

The head and body were separated by a sword of the Pure Jun Sword.

Luo Hong threw out a black cloth, tied Chunjun who flew back with blood, and carried it on his back.

For the man who died tragically, he didn't care in the slightest, glanced at the children of the Xia family who were full of fear of him, his face was expressionless, and he maintained the coldness that Chu Tiannan, who was not ** in the spring building, and walked towards the top of Changling.

The people around him trembled and were silent, just with a frightened look in their eyes, looking at the back of "Chu Tiannan" who had disappeared.

Changling once again returned to dead silence, and the birds and beasts were silent.

At the top of Changling, someone's mind shrouded the entire Changling, calmly looking at the black-shirted young man and killing the children of the Xia family with a sword.

There was no interdiction, and there was even a little acquiescence.

"Chu Tiannan's return this time seems to have undergone a lot of transformation......

"It's good to laugh at Hongchen, but after all, you Chu Tiannan is favored by Emperor Xia, and in the future, you will guard the world for the Xia family, and you must have the heart to kill. ”

"I hope to be able to understand your way above Changling. ”

The voice was silent, like a breeze blowing.

At the foot of Changling Mountain, the mountain of Changling is not tall, there is no kind of towering into the clouds, and it can even be said that it seems a little gentle, the mountain is not steep, and the mountain road is not rugged.

But there were endless clouds of smoke, which seemed to be pressed down from above the nine heavens, faintly curling on the mountain road.

The moment he stepped into the Changling range, Luo Hong felt a pressure, which was the oppression brought by the black pressure on a stone tablet, and the oppression acted on the spirit, making it difficult to stop.

A small and dilapidated stone monument was inserted on the side of the road, and the stone monument was covered with frost grass because it had not been repaired for a long time, and it was stained with raindrops from the sky, like dew drops rolling.

Luo Hong was draped in the evil shadow of Chu Tiannan, squatted down, and squatted in front of the first stone tablet in Changling.

At the foot of Changling Mountain, many children of the Xia family gathered at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but be stunned when they looked at the "Chu Tiannan" squatting in front of the foot of the mountain.

What is so beautiful about this low, ordinary, stone tablet that has no artistic conception and does not even touch the slightest luck?

Luo Hong looked at this stele and was slightly stunned, because this stele has no mystery, and on it, even the name and strength of the person who erected the stele are written.

"Li Yu, the deceased princess of the Northern Zhou Kingdom, is a three-grade sword maniac. ”

This is a stone tablet erected by a three-grade monk, a stone tablet that has long been worn out by the years.

Although the Sanpin monk is barely considered a strong person in the rivers and lakes, he is at the bottom of the extreme in this Changling.

If it weren't for the identity of the princess of the dead country, this stele would not be qualified to stand in the Great Xia Changling Tomb at all.

And Luo Hong stared at the stone stele, and he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a faint idea fluctuating in the stone stele.

Luo Hong stretched out his hand and gently repaired the dilapidated stone tablet entwined with weeds.

Then, with a light tap of his sword, he knocked on the stone tablet.

Airplanes......

A shadow emerged from it, with a somewhat sweet smile, and bowed slightly towards Luo Hong.

Sleeping here for hundreds of years, since the fall of the country, dry bones are buried here, just a three-grade monk, most people don't care too much.

She is so weak, so weak that many people who come to enlighten can easily defeat her, so what can she give to those who come to enlightenment?

Now, however, she has welcomed the first person to remove the grass from her grave.

Luo Hong smiled, and a thought suddenly rose in his eyes, and a way of cultivation was derived in Luo Hong's sea of will, which was the swordsmanship of this princess of the dead country.

Although it is still a little gorgeous, it is generally useless for Luo Hong, who has the true legend of the Dragon Sword.

But Luo Hong felt the other party's insistence on the sword, which belonged to her......

Perhaps, this insistence on kendo is the reason why she was able to establish a monument in Changling.

After the woman had evolved her way, she bowed again, like a raindrop bursting into pieces, exploding into a thousand threads.

There are two thousand six monuments in Changling, look at one of them, continue.

Luo Hong got up and walked up the Changling Mountain Road, with long stone steps.

After walking a few steps, I came to the second stone monument.

At the foot of the mountain.

Many of the Xia family disciples gathered looked at Luo Hong's behavior, a little puzzled and sneered.

"He's crazy, isn't he?"

"There are two thousand six steles in Changling, and each stele contains the ideas of the people who erected the stele, as well as their Taoist implications, this Chu Tiannan is crazy? He used to start to comprehend the stele directly from the halfway up the mountain, and he was worthy of the sixty-three steles, but now he started to view the stele from the foot of the mountain......

"Manpower is sometimes poor, and every stele contains the spiritual strength of the person who erected the stele and a trace of luck. ”

"Looking at a monument is equivalent to carrying the spiritual power of the person who erected the monument. ”

Therefore, the more monuments you visit, the more spiritual oppression you need to bear. ”

"From the first tablet of the mausoleum, I began to comprehend, is it ...... He plans to see all the mausoleums at a time?"

Someone stared, gasped, and said a guess that he thought was ridiculous.

Looking at all the monuments of Changling in one go, this may really be Chu Tiannan's purpose!

"Impossible...... He is self-destructing, once the oppression exceeds the limit of his bearing, he will even be mentally injured, and even become a fool and a madman!"

"The elders of the clan asked me to wait for the Changling Mausoleum, all of them were to follow the fate, and the purpose of entering the Changling Mausoleum was to find their own way, not to be willful. ”

The children of the Xia family shook their heads, and they were all very unoptimistic.

And Luo Hong doesn't need their favor.

The purpose of his entry into this imperial secret realm is not to make them optimistic, to put it mildly, they are a ball, and they need to be optimistic?

Luo Hong is to follow the master's teachings, the thief is invisible, and he must work hard to empty the entire secret realm.

Therefore, he naturally needs to be enlightened in every mausoleum.

The comprehension of a stone tablet does not take too much time for Luo Hong.

Although, he felt that every time he finished viewing the stone tablet, a spiritual power gathered above his head.

However, he didn't care.

On both sides of the stairs, there are many stone monuments.

Trickling rain fell from the sky and splashed.

Mountains of mud spread out on the stone stairs.

Luo Hong stacked the evil shadow of Chu Tiannan, climbed the ladder step by step, in front of the stele, he would choose to stop, sit down quietly and lonely, and observe the stele.

The rain gradually became fierce.

The rain was pouring down, but it was silent.

The spiritual power above Luo Hong's head continued to converge, and it had turned into a spiritual group that was not weak, and the sense of oppression was extremely strong.

However, Luo Hong's complexion did not change much, he was a little in a trance, he originally just planned to empty this secret realm, but with the enlightenment, Luo Hong gradually felt the brilliant avenue of many cultivators.

There are 3,000 avenues, and each one has its own unique charm.

Luo Hong's practice is actually very complicated, sword, martial arts, Confucianism, Buddha, evil ...... Luo Hong didn't know which path he should take.

This time, however, it was a great opportunity for him to clarify his path.

The heavy rain was pouring, Luo Hong ended his enlightenment again, and there was only one Sanpin Mausoleum, which was the princess of the dead country.

There are 860 second-grade mausoleums, and Luo Hong has seen them all.

That is to say, now there are 861 monuments in Luohong.

Of course, there is still some distance from two thousand six, but it is enough to make the children of the Xia family, who have been counting and paying attention to Luo Hong at the foot of the mountain, feel creepy.

Eight hundred and sixty-one pieces, this is about to break the record of the Changling Monument!

The record of the Changling monument is 900 pieces, of course, the 900 pieces of the Changling Monument, only half of the second grade, and the remaining half is the first grade......

Luo Hong's 861 tablets, although all of them are second-grade tablets, the spiritual power oppression that has been piled up is also not bad!

"He's not going to really make it, is he?"

Someone had such a crazy idea in their heads.

Can it be successful?

How can it be!

"This is just a mausoleum left by some second-grade monks, it is nothing, and the spiritual power contained in it will not be too strong......

"When he stepped into the mausoleum area left by the Yipin monk, the mental pressure formed at that time was like the heavens falling, and he was bound to be unable to bear it and withdraw from enlightenment!"

There were some genius monks of the third rank of the Great Xia Xuanbang and the second rank of the earth list, staring at the lonely figure sitting on the steps of Changling.

Between heaven and earth, the frost grass swayed, and it seemed that a gust of wind was blowing, bending these frost grasses that were like sharp swords pointing to the sky.

The spiritual will of the mausoleum keepers swept over again.

"Once you see the long mausoleum?"

"Young people...... I'm too confident in my talent. ”

The next moment, the spiritual will of the mausoleum keeper suddenly descended, and exploded in the ears of Luo Hong, who had completed the enlightenment of the last second-grade stone stele.

"The avenue is three thousand, only take one scoop, Chu Tiannan...... More than enough is too much. ”

"Why did you make the choice to see the long mausoleum?"

The voice of the mausoleum keeper was a little ethereal, coming from all directions, surging in Luo Hong's ears.

Luo Hong superimposed Chu Tiannan's evil shadow and held his breath.

Above his head, his spiritual power turned into a small pool of clouds levitating.

Regarding the inquiry of the mausoleum keeper, Luo Hong naturally couldn't say that he wanted to empty the entire imperial secret realm, right?

But Luo Hong didn't lie, but seriously asked about the doubts in his heart.

"Three Thousand Avenues, which one is right for me?"

"Then you will look for it, and there are two thousand and six monuments here, and you will find your way at last, and you will receive it all, and ...... it all."

"There are too many paths here, and I have seen too few landscapes, and I may not be able to find them if I search aimlessly, maybe, I may be wrong when I find them, and even the way I find may not be the most suitable for me, because I have other ways that I have not tried, so I choose to walk every way, and there is always one that can illuminate the light for me. ”

"You...... The devil was stunned. ”

"Don't be stunned, taste all three thousand ways, and finally find a ray of light. ”

One question and one answer is like a breeze.

The will of the mausoleum keeper retreated, and he no longer paid attention to "Chu Tiannan", this was Chu Tiannan's own choice, he would not interfere, and he had already given the reminder that should be given.

Luo Hong smiled and stepped up to the Yipin Mausoleum area.

Between the stone monuments, the wind is whistling in them.

Luo Hong raised his eyes and looked over, and on each stone tablet, there were all kinds of figures emerging.

They are either swordsmen with a strong sword spirit.

Or a Buddhist monk with a compassionate face.

There are also military generals who are wearing armor and have a murderous awe......

There are also slender women......

Each phantom represents a master of the mausoleum buried here, who may have mastered a certain way, in a knife, sword, spear, stick, harp...... Each of them has its own achievements.

Luo Hong smiled, although he had a bad sense of the Xia family, he ...... For the masters buried here, he has the respect he deserves.

In the area of the first grade of the monument, there are geniuses of the three grades of the Great Xia Xuanbang who were awakened from the enlightenment.

Looking at the spiritual cloud above Luo Hong's head, his brows furrowed.

"Nine hundred and twenty-seven tablets...... He is going to break the record, he was named a young man, if Chu Tiannan breaks the record of the secret realm, maybe in the future, he will really become an existence under one person in Great Xia and above ten thousand people......"

"The spiritual power in his body is too strong, interfering with our enlightenment, is he going to dominate Changling?"

"Stop him, a person with a foreign surname, why dare to dominate Changling and mess with our enlightened hearts!"

One after another in the Great Xia royal family, the Xuanbang genius looked pale.

Holding his breath, he walked towards "Chu Tiannan", who was sitting alone in front of the Yipin stone stele.

And at the moment of approaching.

These Xuanbang three-rank geniuses in the Great Xia royal family have burst out of their own qi engines, and their qi engines are staggered and horizontal, tearing apart the clouds and mist that shroud Lingshan.

And Luo Hong, who was sitting dry, did not look back.

Just stretched out his hand and knocked in the void, and suddenly the pure Jun sword wrapped in cloth exploded with a whistling sword roar.

The narrow and long Pure Jun Sword was like a white dragon cutting through the black mist in an instant, and it smashed towards a Xuanbang Sanpin.

This Xuanbang Sanpin suddenly changed color, and the qi machine burst out, smashing the pure Jun sword and flying out.

And Luo Hong, who was sitting under the stone stele, slowly ended his enlightenment, slowly stood up, and the pure Jun sword flew out upside down and was held in Chu Tiannan's hand.

Luo Hong glanced at them calmly, and these Xuanbang Sanpins only felt a breath of death climbing up their bodies.

The road to Changling is long, and only the sword is the companion.

Luo Hong sighed softly, as if a murmur had come to his heart.

"Why do you force me to kill people every time you go to a secret realm?"

Luo Hong poured the spiritual pressure above his head towards his opponent, and then, the pure jun in his hand gently waved.

Pick up a puddle of blood and roll off a head.

At the foot of the mountain.

Many of the children of the Great Xia royal family were stunned, and they were terrified.

This Chu Tiannan ...... Crazy!

He killed so many children of the Great Xia Imperial Family, this was intended to be with the Great Xia Imperial Court...... Completely flip around?

Even if he is deeply valued by the Xia Emperor, once the Manchu Dynasty is an enemy, he will not be able to mix it up after all.

And what is even more astonishing is that a genius of the Xuanbang who has cultivated a third grade, in the hands of Chu Tiannan, is actually an enemy of non-unity.

It was a massacre, a massacre that bordered on despair.

One by one, the three products of the Great Xia Xuanbang died tragically under the sword of the pure Jun sword, this world-famous sword, excitedly emitted a clear sword groan.

"Mausoleum keeper, save me!"

"Chu Tiannan is killing like crazy, heaven doesn't allow it!"

There are geniuses with three grades on the Xuanbang, and they are timid.

Chu Tiannan's killing method is very simple, he directly smashes the spiritual power over, such a huge spiritual power, even if he is a genius of the Xuan Bang, he can't bear it, and he will be stunned.

And this half-ring, for them, is the end of their lives.

This Chu Tiannan, the big devil!

"Alas......"

"Chu Tiannan ......"

The will of the mausoleum keeper returns.

However, Luo Hong, who was covered in blood, superimposed Chu Tiannan's evil shadow, raised his head and smiled slightly.

"They disturb my enlightenment and want to destroy my Daoji, and this hatred is not shared......

"They deserve to die. ”

Luo Hong said.

The mausoleum keeper fell silent.

"But you've also ruined our enlightenment......" a Xuanbang Sanpin roared angrily.

Luo Hong glanced at him, contemptuous, disdainful......

"That's your waste, your mind is not strong, if this way really belongs to you, you should not be affected...... I'm here to help you realize your own ways, and don't waste too much time in your ways that aren't yours......"

Hearing this, the mausoleum keeper sighed lightly.

The power of will retreats.

Changling's corpse was stained with red blood.

The drizzle was hazy and rolled up thick blood.

Corpses lay across the mountain road.

And the young man with the blood-stained sword weapon on his back turned around, approached a stone tablet, and sat cross-legged among the corpses in the sky.

The rain was muddy and his clothes were soaked.

The deep eyes of the mausoleum keeper seemed to be looking through the void, looking at the young man sitting in the sea of blood.

It's a bit of a trance.

Returned again, once again entered the Changling Monument, Chu Tiannan...... It seems to be completely different from before.

Faintly between.

The mausoleum keeper seemed to see a strong man, rising among the mountains of corpses and a sea of blood.

Fortunately, this son is loyal to Great Xia.

It's a blessing in Great Xia.

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