Chapter 230

Supremacy!

At the foot of Changling mountain, a Xia family's younger generation stares at the "chutiannan" with a pure Jun sword dripping with blood on his shoulder, and his face turns pale.

The handsome man, who fell in the pool of blood and had only one breath, was almost torn by the domineering sword Qi.

He howled bitterly, and beads of sweat came out of his forehead.

"Chutiannan Are you crazy? "

"I'm a descendant of the Xia family. I'm a great Xia royal family. Dare you hurt me If you are not afraid to go out of Changling, you will be crushed by a serious crime and be detained in the prison of the Ministry of punishment! "

The rain washes the crooked pool of blood, which makes this descendant of the great Xia Dynasty look extremely ferocious.

One move He was also a four character cultivator, but in front of the south of Chutian, he was suppressed by a move.

There is no power to fight back.

It made him feel the burning pain of face.

I feel like a drowning dog.

Luo Hong, dressed in the southern evil shadow of Chu, turns around and looks at the handsome man. He is somewhat surprised and speechless.

No wonder this generation, the Xia family's descendants are above the Yellow list, there is no one.

As far as the brains of the descendants of the imperial family of the great Xia are concerned, it's insulting to be on the Yellow list.

Originally, Luo Hong didn't want to kill this man. After all, this is the Changling Mausoleum of the great Xia Dynasty. Luo Hong wants to keep a low profile for a while. At least, he wants to move all the good things in the secret place first.

However

Is this handsome man forcing Luo Hong to kill him again and again?

Luo Hong thinks that according to Chu Tiannan's temperament, he may not kill this handsome man, but

Luo Hong smiles.

At the next moment, he bent his finger and tapped on Chunjun sword.

He is different from Luo Hong.

Even with his vest on his back, Luo Hong is a bad guy.

Tolerance?

It doesn't exist.

Society has been so dark, what can we endure?

Chun Jun, an overbearing sword.

It is one of the top ten famous swords in the world. It is of excellent quality and quite spiritual.

Although spirituality is much worse than Asura, the magic sword in Luohong's Dantian, who only knows how to suck.

But, after all, it's a famous sword. It's a first-class treasure.

It seems to feel Luo Hong's idea of killing.

The pure Jun seemed to jump up with joy. With a hum, he suddenly swept up and wrapped up the sword like a big wave.

Poof!

The handsome man has not yet reacted, then the body and head separation, still with some unbelievable and regret.

The head and body are separated by a pure Jun sword.

Luo Hong threw out a black cloth and tied up Chun Jun, who was flying back with blood on his back.

He didn't care about the man who died miserably. He glanced at the children of the Xia family who were full of fear for him. With no expression on their faces, they kept the coldness of chutiannan, who was not in chunlou, and went to Changling.

People around shiver, silent, just with the eyes of fear, looking at "chutiannan" disappeared back.

Changling is dead again, birds and animals are silent.

On the top of Changling, some people's thoughts cover the whole Changling. They calmly look at the scene of killing Xia family's children with a sword.

There is no hand to stop, even some acquiescence.

"It seems that Chu Tiannan has changed a lot this time..."

"It's good to laugh at the world of mortals, but you chutiannan are the favorite of the Xia emperor after all. In the future, you will be the great general who will defend one side of the world for the Xia family. You must have the heart to kill."

"I hope I can realize your Tao above Changling."

The voice of words is very quiet, just like a breeze.

At the foot of Changling mountain, Changling's mountain is not tall. It doesn't soar into the clouds. It even seems mild. The mountain is not steep and the road is not rugged.

But there are endless clouds, it seems that from the nine days above the pressure, faint curl in the mountain road.

When he stepped into the Changling area, Luo Hong felt a pressure. It was the pressure brought by the black pressure on a stone tablet. The pressure exerted on the spirit, which was hard to stop.

A small and shabby stone tablet is inserted beside the road. Because it has not been repaired for a long time, the stone tablet is full of frost grass, and it is stained with raindrops from the sky, just like dew rolling.

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

At the foot of Changling mountain, many children of Xia family gathered at the foot of the mountain, looking at the "south of Chutian" squatting at the foot of the mountain, were stunned.

What's good about this low, ordinary stone tablet without any artistic conception or even a little bit of luck?

Looking at this stone tablet, Luo Hong was slightly stunned, because this stone tablet had no mysterious meaning. On it, he even wrote the name and strength of the person who erected it.

"Li Yu, Princess of the kingdom of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, is crazy about the three grade sword."This is a stone tablet set up by friars of three grades, a stone tablet that has been worn out of artistic conception by years.

Although friars of three grades are barely strong in the river and lake, they belong to the existence of extreme bottom in Changling.

If it were not for the identity of the fallen princess, the stone tablet would not be qualified to stand in the Changling Mausoleum of the great Xia Dynasty.

While Luo Hong was staring at the stone tablet, he vaguely felt that there was a weak idea in the stone tablet.

Luo Hongzhi reaches out his hand and gently repairs the worn-out and weedy stone tablet.

After that, the sword finger tapped and knocked on the stone tablet.

Hum

A beautiful shadow emerged from it, with a kind of sweet smile, leaning slightly towards Luo Hong.

Sleeping here for hundreds of years, since the fall of the subjugation, dead bones buried here, just a friar of three grades, most people don't care too much.

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

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

Luo Hong laughs, and suddenly an idea rises in his eyes, which develops a way of practice in Luo Hong's will sea. This is the sword skill of the princess of subjugation.

Although it's a bit gorgeous, it's not good for Luo Hong who got the true story of Hualong sword.

But Luo Hong felt the other side's insistence on the sword, which was her way

Perhaps, this insistence on Kendo is the reason why she was able to stand on the stele in Changling.

After that, she burst into a thousand drops of rain.

There are two thousand and six steles in Changling mausoleum.

Luo Hong got up and stepped up the Changling mountain road with long stone steps.

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

At the foot of the mountain.

Many children of Xia family gathered to see Luo Hong's behavior, some puzzled and sneered.

"Is he crazy?"

"There are two thousand and six steles in Changling, and each stele contains the idea of the erector, as well as their Taoist connotation. Is this crazy? Before, he began to understand the stone tablet 63 directly from the Yipin tablet on the hillside, but now he starts to observe the stone tablet from the foot of the mountain... "

"Manpower is sometimes poor. Every stone tablet contains the spiritual strength of the erector and a trace of luck."

"To observe a monument is to carry the spiritual power of the person who erected it."

"Therefore, the more steles you can see, the more spiritual pressure you need to bear."

"I began to understand from the first stele I entered the mausoleum. Isn't it He's going to see all the tombstones at once

Some people Mou Guang a coagulate, pour to take a breath, said a oneself all feel absurd guess.

It may be the purpose of Chu Tiannan to view all the steles of Changling at one go!

"Impossible He is self destructing. Once the oppression exceeds his limit, he will even be mentally injured and even become a fool or a madman

"When the elders of the clan let us enter Changling, they were all inspired by the fate. They came to Changling to find their own way, not to be impulsive."

One of the children of the Xia family shook his head, and they were not optimistic.

And Luo Hong doesn't need their attention.

The purpose of his entry into the imperial secret territory is not to make them look good. Hard to say, they are a ball. Do they need to look good?

Luo Hong obeys the teacher's instruction. The thief is invisible. He should try his best to empty the whole secret place.

Therefore, he naturally needs to understand every tombstone.

It doesn't take Luo Hong too much time to comprehend a stone tablet.

Although, he felt that every time he finished watching the stone tablet, there was a spiritual force gathering on his head.

But he didn't care.

On both sides of the ladder, there are many stone tablets.

Pattering rain fell from the sky and splashed away.

The mud all over the mountain dispersed on the stone stairs.

Luo Hongdi steps up the stairs with Chu Tiannan's evil shadow. In front of the stele, he will choose to stop, sit down quietly and lonely, and watch the stele for enlightenment.

The rain is becoming fierce.

It rained heavily, but everything was quiet.

Luo Hong's spiritual power has been constantly converging, which has turned into a powerful spiritual group with a strong sense of oppression.

However, Luo Hong's face didn't change much. He was in a trance. He was just going to empty this secret place. However, with his understanding, Luo Hong gradually felt the gorgeous road of many practitioners.

Each road has its own charm.

Luo Hong's practice is actually very complicated. Sword, martial arts, Confucianism, Buddhism, evil Luo Hong did not know which way he should go.

And this time, it was a great opportunity for him to make his own path clear.

When it rained heavily, Luo Hong finished his comprehension again. There was only one tablet in Sanpin mausoleum, which belonged to the princess who had died.There are all 60 steles in luopin temple.

That is to say, there are 861 steles of luohongguan today.

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

861 yuan, which is almost breaking the record of Changling monument!

The record of the Changling monument is 900 pieces. Of course, only half of the 900 pieces are of second grade, and the rest are of first grade

Although all the 861 steles of Luo Hong are second-class steles, the spiritual oppression they have accumulated is not uncommon!

"He won't really succeed, will he?"

Some people have such a crazy idea in mind.

Can we make it?

How can it be!

"It's just a mausoleum tablet left by some second-class monks. It's nothing, and the spiritual power contained in it won't be too strong..."

"When he stepped into the mausoleum area left by friar Yipin, the mental pressure formed at that time was like heaven leaning. He was bound to be unable to bear it and withdraw from enlightenment!"

There are some gifted friars of XUANBANG grade 3 and Dibang grade 2 in Daxia, staring at the lonely figure sitting on the steps of Changling.

Between heaven and earth, the frost grass is swaying. It seems that there is a gust of wind blowing. It bends the frost grass that points to the sky like a sharp sword.

The spirit and will of the people guarding the mausoleum swept up again.

"Once you see the monument of Changling?"

"Young man I'm too confident in my talent. "

At the next moment, the spirit and will of the people guarding the mausoleum came and exploded in Luo Hong's ear, who had completed the last second grade stone tablet.

"Three thousand boulevards, only one scoop, chutiannan Too much is better than too much. "

"Why did you choose to watch the monument of Changling

The voice of the people guarding the mausoleum was a bit ethereal. It came from all directions and swam in Luo Hong's ear.

Luo Hongdi is breathing with the evil shadow of Chu Tiannan.

Above his head, the spiritual power turned into a cloud like a small pool.

For the questions of the tomb keeper, Luo Hong naturally can't say that he wants to empty the whole imperial secret place, can he?

But Luo Hong didn't tell a lie. Instead, he seriously inquired about the doubts in his heart.

"Three thousand roads, which one is suitable for me?"

"Then you go and look for it. There are two thousand six steles here. Eventually you can find your way. Instead of this, you can accept it all..."

"There are too many ways here, but I have seen too few scenery. Aimlessly searching, I may not be able to find them. Maybe, finding them may be wrong. Even, the way I found may not be the most suitable one for me, because I have other ways that I have never tried. So I choose every way to walk. There is always one that can shine a bright light for me."

"You I'm stunned. "

"Don't be bewitched, try three thousand ways, and finally find a ray of light."

A question and an answer is like a breeze.

The will of the people guarding the mausoleum retreated, and they no longer paid attention to "chutiannan". This was the choice made by chutiannan himself. He would not interfere. He had already given the reminder.

Luo Hong chuckles and steps to the area of Yipin mausoleum.

Among the numerous stone tablets, there is wind whistling gently.

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

They may be swordsmen with strong sword power.

Or a Buddhist monk with a compassionate face.

There are also armed generals in armor and fierce killing spirit

There are also graceful women

Each shadow represents a master who was buried here. They may be good at a certain way, such as sword, spear, stick, piano Each road has its own achievements.

Luo Hong smiles. Although he is not good at Xia's senses, he For the masters who are buried here, he has due respect.

In the area of Yipin tablet, the genius of Daxia XUANBANG Sanpin was awakened from the enlightenment.

Looking at the mental cloud above Luo Hong's head, his brows are full of.

"The 927th tablet He's going to break the record. When he was young, he was granted the title of young marquis. If chutiannan broke the secret record, maybe in the future, he will really become the existence of Daxia under one person and above ten thousand people... "

"His spiritual strength is so strong that it interferes with our understanding. Is he going to dominate Changling?"

"Stop him, a man with a different surname, how dare you dominate Changling and disturb our mind of enlightenment!"

A XUANBANG genius in the imperial family of the great Xia Dynasty, his face is a condensation.

Holding his breath, he walked towards the "south of Chutian" sitting alone in front of Yipin stone tablet.

And in the moment of approaching.

These XUANBANG talents in the imperial family of the great Xia Dynasty burst out their own Qi mechanisms one after another. Their Qi mechanisms crisscrossed and tore up the clouds and fog that shrouded Lingshan mountain.But Luo Hong, who was sitting in the dead, didn't look back.

Just stretched out his hand and knocked in the empty air, suddenly the pure Jun sword wrapped in cloth roared and burst open.

The long and narrow Chunjun sword was like a white dragon cutting away the black fog in an instant. It was powerful and heavy to hit a XUANBANG third grade.

The XUANBANG third grade suddenly turned pale, and his Qi burst out, smashing Chunjun sword.

Luo Hong, who is sitting under the stone tablet, slowly ends his comprehension. He slowly stands up, and the pure Jun sword flies upside down. Chu Tiannan holds it in his hand.

Luo Hong calmly glanced at them, but these XUANBANG three goods only felt a breath of death, climbing up their whole body.

Changling has a long way to go, only with sword.

Luo Hong sighed a little, and it seemed that there was a whisper in his heart.

"Why do I have to kill people in every secret place?"

Luo Hong pushes the mental pressure on his head to his opponent, and then waves Chun Jun in his hand.

Take up a cloud of blood and roll down a head.

At the foot of the mountain.

Many of the children of the imperial family of the great Xia Dynasty were stunned, and they were all creepy.

This is Tiannan of Chu Crazy!

He killed so many children of the imperial family of Daxia. This is his intention to fight with the imperial court of Daxia Is it a complete reversal?

Even though he was deeply influenced by the Xia emperor's weapons, once the Manchu Dynasty were all enemies, he would not be able to survive.

What's more astonishing is that a XUANBANG genius with three accomplishments is actually the enemy of non unity in the hands of Chu Tiannan.

It's a near desperate massacre.

One of the three famous swords in the great Xia XUANBANG died miserably under the pure Jun sword. This famous sword in the world excitedly uttered a clear sword chant.

"Tomb keeper, help me and so on!"

"Chutiannan is killing madly. Heaven forbids it!"

The genius of XUANBANG Sanpin is timid.

Chu Tiannan's killing method is very simple. He directly smashes the spiritual power. Even the XUANBANG genius can't bear such a huge spiritual power. He will be confused.

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

This chutiannan, the devil!

"Alas..."

"Chutiannan..."

The will of the people guarding the mausoleum comes again.

However, Luo Hong, who was stained with blood and covered with Chu Tiannan's evil shadow, raised his head and gave a smile.

"They disturb my understanding and want to destroy my Taoist foundation. This hatred is not common..."

"They deserve to die."

Luo Hongdao.

The tomb keeper was silent.

"But you have also destroyed our understanding..." One of the three famous brands roared.

Luo Hong glanced at him with contempt and disdain

"That's your waste. You don't have a strong will. If it really belongs to you, you shouldn't be affected Don't waste too much of your time in understanding the right and wrong of yourself.... "

On hearing the words, the tomb keeper sighed.

Will power retreats.

The Changling corpse was stained with red blood.

Drizzle hazy, rolling up the rich blood.

Bodies lay on the mountain road.

The young man with the bloody sword on his back turned around and approached a stone tablet. He sat down in the corpse and realized.

The rain was muddy and the clothes were wet.

Looking at the young man sitting in the deep sea, he looks at the void.

It's kind of a trance.

Come back again, climb the monument of Changling temple again, south of Chutian It seems completely different from before.

Vaguely.

The tomb keeper seems to see a strong man rising in a sea of blood.

Fortunately, this son is loyal to Daxia.

It's a great summer.

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