Chapter 228: ?? Taste 3000, finally find a ray of light

Overbearing!
At the foot of Changling Mountain, a junior from the Xia family stared at the "Chu Tiannan" with a pure Jun sword dripping with blood hanging on his shoulder, 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 energy.
He howled in pain, and beads of sweat burst out from his forehead.
"Chu Tiannan... Are you crazy?!"
"I'm a descendant of the Xia family, I am the royal family of Daxia, you dare to hurt me... I'm not afraid to walk out of Changling and be crushed by a serious crime and be detained into the prison of the Criminal Ministry!"
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-rank cultivation base, but in front of Chu Tiannan, he was suppressed by one move.
There is no power to fight back.
This made him feel the burning pain of his face.
Feeling like a falling dog.
Luo Hong, wearing the evil shadow of Chu Tiannan, turned around and glanced at the handsome man. He was a little surprised and speechless.
It's no wonder that in this generation, the younger generation of the Xia family is above the yellow list, and there is no one.
For the brains of the younger generations of the Daxia royal family, it is an insult to be in the yellow list.
Originally, Luo Hong didn't want to kill this person. After all, this is the Great Xia Changling, Luo Hong still wants to keep a low profile for a while, at least, first move all the good things in the secret.
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 kill this handsome man, but...
Luo Hong smiled.
The next moment, with a flick of his finger, he tapped his finger gently on the Chunjun sword.
Luo Hong is different.
Even if he was carrying a vest, Luo Hong was a big bad guy.
endure?
nonexistent.
The society is so dark, what can you bear?
Chun Jun, a domineering sword.
It is one of the top ten famous swords in the world, with excellent quality and quite spiritual.
Although the spirituality is much worse than that of the magic sword Ashura in Luo Hong's Dantian who only knows to non-stop.
But, after all, it is a famous sword, a first-class treasure.
It seems that Luo Hong's influx of murderous intent was felt.
This Chunjun seemed to jump for joy, and with a hum, he suddenly swooped up, engulfing the majestic sword, like a big wave hitting the shore.
Puff!
The handsome man hadn't reacted yet, so he separated his head and head, still carrying a little bit of disbelief and regret.
The head and body were separated by Chunjun Jian.
Luo Hong threw out a black cloth, bound Chun Jun who was stained with blood and flew back, and put it on his back.
For the man who died tragically to the ground, he didn't care at all. He glanced at the Xia family's children who were full of fear around him. They were expressionless, maintaining the high coldness that Chu Tiannan should have when they entered the spring building three times. Go to the top of Changling.
The people around were trembling and silent, but they looked at the disappearing back of "Chu Tiannan" with horrified eyes.
Changling returned to death again, and the birds and beasts were silent.
At the top of Changling, some people's thoughts enveloped the whole Changling, calmly watching the black-shirted boy, killing the Xia family's children with one sword.
There was no block, and even some acquiescence.
"Chu Tiannan seems to have undergone a lot of transformation this time..."
"It's good to laugh at Hongchen, but you, Chu Tiannan, are in the eyes of Emperor Xia. In the future, the general who will guard the world for the Xia family must have the heart to kill."
"I hope I can understand your way above Changling."
The words were extremely quiet, like a breeze blowing by.
At the foot of Changling Mountain, the mountains of Changling are not tall, not so towering into the clouds, and it can even be said to be somewhat mild, the mountains are not steep, and the mountain roads are not rugged.
But there are endless clouds of smoke, seeming to be pressed down from the nine heavens, faintly curling on the mountain road.
The moment Luo Hong 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 was on the spirit and made it hard to stop.
A small, dilapidated stone stele was just inserted by the road. The stele was covered with frost and grass because it had not been repaired for a long time, and it was stained with raindrops from the sky, like dewdrops rolling.
Luo Hong crouched down in front of the first stone stele in the Changling Mausoleum, dressed in the evil shadow of Chu Tiannan.
At the foot of Changling Mountain, the many children of the Xia family gathered at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but stare at "Chu Tiannan" who was squatting at the foot of the mountain.
What's so good about this low, ordinary stone stele without any artistic conception or even the slightest luck?
Luo Hong looked at this stone tablet, slightly startled, because this stone tablet has no profound meaning, and even the name and strength of the person who erected it is written on it.
"Li Yu, the subjugated princess of the Northern Zhou Kingdom, is a third-rank sword mad."
This is a stone monument erected by a third-rank monk, a stone monument that has long been worn out by the years.
Although the third rank monk is barely strong in the arena, but in this Changling, it belongs to the ultimate existence.
If it weren't for the identity of the subjugated princess, this stone tablet would not be qualified to stand in the Great Xia Changling.
And Luo Hong stared at the stele, and he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a faint mind fluctuating in the stele.
Luo Hong stretched out his hand and gently repaired and tidied the dilapidated stone stele entangled with weeds.
Afterwards, the sword finger tapped lightly and tapped on the stone tablet.
Om...
A beautiful shadow emerged from it, with a sweet smile, slightly leaning towards Luo Hong.
Sleeping here for hundreds of years, since the country was subjugated and the dead bones were buried here, there was a third-rank monk, and most people didn't care too much.
She is too weak, so weak that many people who come to enlightenment can easily defeat her, so what can she give to enlightenment people?
However, now, she ushered in the first person to remove the grass for her.
Luo Hong smiled, and a thought suddenly rose in his eyes, and a way of cultivation was developed in Luo Hong's sea of ​​will. This was the swordsmanship of the subjugated princess.
Although it is still a bit gorgeous, it is generally useless for Luo Hong who has obtained the True Legend of the Dragon Sword.
But Luo Hong felt the other party's insistence on the sword, that was her way...
Perhaps, this insistence on kendo was the reason why she was able to erect a monument in Changling.
After evolving her way, the woman leaned back again, like raindrops bursting to pieces, exploding into countless threads.
There are two thousand six monuments in Changling, watch one, continue.
Luo Hong got up, stepped up the Changling Mountain Road, the stone steps were long.
After a few steps, I came to the second stele.
At the foot of the mountain.
Looking at Luo Hong's behavior, many of the Xia family's children gathered were a little puzzled and sneered.
"Is he crazy?"
"There are two thousand and six steles in Changling. Each stele contains the ideas of the people who set up the stele and their Taoism. Is this Chu Tiannan crazy? He had just started to understand it directly from the Yipin stele on the mountainside before. You can comprehend the sixty-three steles, but now you start to observe the steles from the foot of the mountain..."
"Manpower is sometimes poor, and every stone monument contains the spiritual power of the person who erected the monument, as well as a trace of luck."
"To watch a monument is equivalent to carrying the spiritual power of the monument erector."
"So, the more monuments you see, the more mental oppression you have to endure."
"I started to comprehend from the first monument in the mausoleum. Isn't he... he intends to observe the tomb monument at a time?"
Someone's eyes condensed, took a breath, and said a guess that he thought was absurd.
Seeing all the monuments of Changling in one breath, this may really be the purpose of Chu Tiannan!
"Impossible... he is self-destructing Daoji. Once the pressure exceeds the limit he can carry, he will even be mentally injured, and even become a fool, a lunatic!"
"The elders in the clan asked me to wait to enter Changling. They all came to understand the situation. The purpose of entering Changling was to find my own way, not to be upset."
A child of the Xia family shook his head, and they were very disapproving.
And Luo Hong doesn't need their optimism.
His purpose of entering the secret realm of the dynasty is not to make them look good, or to put it ugly, they count as a ball, need them to look good?
Luo Hong followed the Master's teachings, the thief was invisible, and he had to work hard to empty the entire secret realm.
Therefore, he naturally needs to comprehend every mausoleum.
It does not take Luo Hong too much time to comprehend a stone tablet.
Although, he felt that every time he finished viewing the stele, there was a spiritual force converging on his head.
However, he doesn't care.
On both sides of the stairs, there are many stone steles.
The patter of rain fell from the sky and splashed.
The mud all over the mountain spread out on the stone ladder.
Luo Hong superimposed the evil shadow of Chu Tiannan and climbed the ladder step by step. Before the stele, he would choose to stop, sit down quietly and lonely, and watch the stele.
The rain gradually became fierce.
The rain was torrential, but everything was silent.
The continuous gathering of spiritual power above Luo Hong's head has turned into a not weak spiritual group, with a strong sense of oppression.
However, Luo Hong's complexion didn't change much, he was in a trance. He was only planning to vacate this secret realm. However, as he understood, Luo Hong gradually felt the splendid road of many practitioners.
There are three thousand avenues, and each one has its own unique charm.
Luo Hong's practice is actually very mixed, sword, martial arts, Confucianism, Buddhism, evil... Luo Hong doesn't know which path he should follow.
But this time, it was an excellent opportunity for him to make his own path clear.
The rain was torrential, Luo Hong finished his enlightenment again, and there was only one third-class mausoleum monument, which belonged to the subjugated princess.
There are eight hundred and sixty second-tier mausoleum monuments, and Luo Hong watched them all.
In other words, Luo Hongguan monument is now 861.
Of course, the distance of two thousand six is ​​still a little bit away, but it is enough to make the Xia family's children who have been counting and paying attention to Luo Hong at the foot of the mountain horrified.
Eight hundred and sixty-one yuan, this almost broke the record of Changling Guanbei!
The record of the Changling Guan stele is 900 yuan. Of course, of the 900 Changling steles, only half of the second-grade steles are used, and the remaining half are first-grade...
Although Luo Hong's 861 steles are all second-grade steles, the oppression of the accumulated spiritual power is also not bad!
"He won't really succeed, will he?"
Someone has such a crazy idea in their minds.
Can it succeed?
How can it be!
"These are just tomb monuments left by some second-tier cultivators. They are nothing, and the spiritual power contained in them will not be too strong..."
"When he stepped into the tomb monument area left by the first-rank monk, the mental pressure formed at that time was like a sky, he would definitely not be able to bear it, and he would withdraw from enlightenment!"
There are some talented monks of the third rank of the Great Xia Profound List and the second rank of the Earth List, staring at the lonely figure sitting on the Changling stairs.
In the world, the frost grass swayed, as if there was a gust of wind blowing, and the frost grass, which was like a sharp sword light, pointed at the sky and bent down.
The spiritual will of the guardians swept once again.
"Look at the long mausoleum in one day?"
"Young people...too confident in their talents."
The next moment, the spirit and will of this tomb guard came suddenly and exploded beside Luo Hong, who had completed the last second-grade stone stele.
"Three thousand avenues, just take one scoop, Chu Tiannan... it's too late."
"Why did you choose to see the monument as long as possible?"
The voice of the guards of the tomb was somewhat ethereal, coming from all directions, surging in Luo Hong's ears.
Luo Hong overlapped the evil shadow of Chu Tiannan, holding his breath.
Above his head, the spiritual power turned into a small pool of clouds suspended.
Regarding the enquiry of the tomb guard, Luo Hong naturally couldn't say that he wanted to vacate the entire secret realm of the dynasty, right?
But Luo Hong did not lie, but seriously asked the doubts in his heart.
"Three Thousand Avenue, which one is right for me?"
"Then you go and look for it. There are two thousand and six monuments here, and you can finally find your way. Not so, accept it all..."
"There are too many roads here, and the scenery I have seen is too few. Looking aimlessly, it may not be possible to find it. Perhaps it may be wrong to find it. Even the way of finding may not be the most suitable for me, because I There are other ways that I haven't tried, so I choose to walk through every way. There is always one that can shine for me."
"You... the devil is stunned."
"Not demon, I tried three thousand ways, and finally found a ray of light."
One question and one answer, like a breeze.
The will of the tomb guards retreated, and no longer paid attention to "Chu Tiannan". This was a choice made by Chu Tiannan himself. He would not interfere. He had already given the reminder he should give.
Luo Hong smiled freely and stepped up to the area of ​​the Yipin Mausoleum.
The wind whistled among the stone steles.
Luo Hong raised his eyes and looked over. On each stone tablet, various figures appeared.
They are also swordsmen with sword spirit.
Or a buddha with a compassionate face.
There are also military commanders with murderous awe-inspiring armor...
There are also slender women...
Each phantom represents a master of the mausoleum buried here. They may be good at a certain path, and they have made achievements in each path, such as knives, swords, spears, sticks, and pianos.
Luo Hong smiled. Even though he had a bad sense of Xia family, he still had the respect he deserved for the masters buried here.
In the area of ​​the first-grade stele, the genius of the third-grade Daxia Xuanbang was awakened from the insight.
Looking at the spirit cloud above Luo Hong's head, his brows twitched.
"The nine hundred and twenty-seventh stele...He is about to break the record. If he was banned as a young man when he was young, if Chu Tiannan broke the secret record, perhaps in the future he will really become a existence under Daxia alone and above 10,000 ..."
"The spiritual power in him is too strong and it interferes with our enlightenment. Is he going to dominate Changling?"
"Resist him, a person with a foreign surname, why dare to dominate Changling, and disrupt my heart of enlightenment!"
A Xuanbang genius in the Daxia royal family, his expression condensed.
Holding his breath, he walked towards "Chu Tiannan" sitting alone in front of the first-grade stele.
And just at the moment of approaching.
These three-rank Xuanbang geniuses of the Great Xia imperial family burst out of their own qi energies, and their qi energies crisscrossed and shredded the clouds and mist covering the Lingshan Mountain.
And Luo Hong, who was sitting withered, did not look back.
Just stretched out his hand and tapped in the void, and suddenly the pure Jun sword wrapped in cloth exploded with a whistling sword.
The long and narrow pure Jun sword was like a white dragon that cut through the black mist in an instant, and slammed it towards a third rank of the Profound Ranking.
The third rank of the Xuanbang suddenly changed his color, his aura blasted out, and the Chunjun sword flew out.
And Luo Hong, who was sitting withered under the stone tablet, slowly finished his enlightenment, and slowly stood up, the Chunjun sword flew out, and was held by Chu Tiannan.
Luo Hong glanced at them calmly, and these third ranks of the Profound Ranking only felt a breath of death, climbing over them.
The long tomb road is long, but the sword is the companion.
Luo Hong sighed lightly, as if a whisper rose to his heart.
"Why is it more than forcing me to kill every time I reach a secret realm?"
Luo Hong pushed the mental pressure above his head to his opponent, and then Chunjun in his hand gently waved.
He took a puff of blood and rolled down a head.
At the foot of the mountain.
Many of the children of the Great Xia imperial family were dumbfounded, and their entire bodies were terrified.
This Chu Tiannan... is crazy!
He killed so many children of the Daxia imperial clan. Is this planning to completely turn his face with Daxia court?
Even if he is highly regarded by Emperor Xia, once the entire dynasty is all enemies, he will eventually be unable to mix.
What is even more staggering is that a genius with a third-rank cultivation base, in the hands of Chu Tiannan, is actually an enemy of non-one.
This is a massacre, almost desperate.
A third-rank of the Great Xia Xuanbang, tragically died under the sword of Chunjun Sword, this world-famous sword, excitedly uttered a clear sword chant.
"Guardian, save me and wait!"
"Chu Tiannan slaughtered frantically, heaven's law is intolerable!"
A genius with the third rank of Xuanbang is timid.
Chu Tiannan's method of killing was very simple. He directly smashed his spiritual power over. Even the Profound Bang genius couldn't hold such a huge spiritual power, and would be confused.
For them, this sound is the end of their lives.
This Chu Tiannan, the demon!
"Ugh……"
"Chu Tiannan..."
The will of the tomb guard is coming again.
However, Luo Hong, who was covered in blood, was superimposed with the evil shadow of Chu Tiannan, but he raised his head and smiled slightly.
"They disturb my enlightenment and want to destroy my Daoji. This hatred is not shared..."
"They deserve it."
Luo Hongdao.
The tomb guard fell silent.
"But you also ruined our comprehension..." a third-rank Xuanbang roared.
Luo Hong glanced at him with contempt and disdain...
"That's your waste, and you are not determined. If this Dao really belongs to you, you shouldn't be affected... I am helping you understand your own Dao. Don't waste too much time in the path that is not yours..."
The tomb guard sighed lightly when he heard the words.
Willpower retreats.
Changling corpse was stained with red blood.
The drizzle was hazy, rolling up a strong blood.
A corpse stood on the mountain road ~EbookFREE.me~ and the young man with a blood-stained sword turned around, approached a stone monument, and sat cross-legged in the sky.
The heavy rain was muddy and clothes soaked.
The deep eyes of the tomb guard seemed to look through the void, looking at the young man sitting cross-legged in a sea of ​​blood.
A little trance.
Returning again, once again entering the Changling Mausoleum to view the stele, Chu Tiannan... seems to be completely different from before.
Vaguely between.
The guardian seems to have seen a strong man rising from the sea of ​​Shishan Mountain.
Fortunately, this son is loyal to Daxia.
It's the blessing of Daxia.
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