The purpose of his entering this secret realm of the dynasty was not to impress them. To put it bluntly, it was just a ball for them and they needed to be optimistic?

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

Therefore, he naturally needs to understand 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 stone tablet, there was a spiritual power gathering above his head.

But, he doesn't care.

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

The drizzle of rain fell from the sky and splashed away.

The mountainous mud spread out on the stone stairs.

Luo Hong overlapped Chu Tiannan's evil shadow and climbed the stairs step by step. In front of the stone monument, he would choose to stop, sit down quietly and lonely, and contemplate the monument.

The rain gradually became fierce.

It was raining heavily, but everything was completely silent.

The spiritual power above Luo Hong's head continued to gather and turned into a strong spiritual mass with a strong sense of oppression.

However, Luo Hong's expression did not change much. He was in a daze. He originally planned to empty out this secret realm, but as he gained enlightenment, Luo Hong gradually felt the splendid avenues of many practitioners.

There are three thousand avenues, each with its own unique charm.

Luo Hong's practice is actually very complex, including swordsmanship, martial arts, Confucianism, Buddhism, evil spirits... Luo Hong doesn't know which path he should take.

But this time, it was an excellent opportunity for him to clarify his own path.

The heavy rain was pouring, and Luo Hong finished his meditation again. There was only one third-grade mausoleum monument, and it was that of the subjugated princess.

There are 860 second-grade mausoleum steles, and Luo Hong saw them all.

In other words, there are now 861 Luo Hongguan monuments.

Of course, it was still a little far away from two thousand six, but it was enough to make the Xia family disciples at the foot of the mountain, who had been counting and paying attention to Luo Hong, tremble with fear.

Eight hundred and sixty-one yuan, which is almost breaking the record of Changling Monument!

The record of the Changling Monument is nine hundred. Of course, of the nine hundred Changling Monuments, only half are second-grade ones, and the remaining half are first-grade ones...

Although all of Luo Hong's eight hundred and sixty-one tablets are second-grade tablets, the amount of spiritual power they accumulate is quite impressive!

"He can't really succeed, can he?"

Someone had such a crazy idea in their mind.

Can it be successful?

How can it be!

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

"When he enters the tombstone area left by the first-grade monks, the mental pressure formed at that time is like heaven pouring. He will inevitably be unable to bear it and quit the meditation!"

There were some talented monks of the third rank of Daxia Xuanbang and the second rank of Earth Ranking, staring at the lonely figure sitting cross-legged on the steps of Changling.

Between the sky and the earth, the frost grass swayed, as if a gust of wind was blowing in, bending these frost grasses like sharp swords pointing to the sky.

The spirit and will of the tomb-keepers swept through again.

"See all the Changling Monuments in one day?"

"Young people...are too confident in their own talents."

The next moment, the spiritual will of the tomb keeper came suddenly, exploding in the ears of Luo Hong, who had completed the comprehension of the last second-grade stone tablet.

"There are three thousand avenues, but if you only take one scoop, Chu Tiannan...it's not enough to go overboard."

"Why did you make the choice to see all the Changling Monuments?"

The voice of the tomb keeper was somewhat ethereal, coming from all directions and ringing in Luo Hong's ears.

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

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

In response to the tomb guard's inquiry, Luo Hong naturally couldn't say that he wanted to evacuate the entire secret realm of the dynasty, right?

But Luo Hong did not lie, but seriously asked about the doubts in his heart.

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

"Then you go and look for it. There are two thousand and six monuments here. You can eventually find your way. Instead of just accepting it all..."

"There are too many ways here, and I have seen too few scenery. If I search aimlessly, I may not be able to find them. Maybe, if I find them, I may be wrong. Even, the way I find may not be the most suitable for me, because I

There are other paths that I have not tried yet, so I choose to walk every path. There will always be one that can illuminate me."

"You... are crazy."

"If you are not dazed, you will taste the three thousand ways and finally find a ray of light."

Questions and answers are like the breeze blowing on your face.

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

Luo Hong smiled casually and stepped up to the first-grade mausoleum area.

Between the numerous stone monuments, the wind whistled gently among them.

Luo Hong raised his eyes and looked around. On each stone tablet, there were various figures emerging.

They may be swordsmen with strong swordsmanship.

Or a Buddhist monk with a compassionate face.

There are also military generals wearing armor and looking murderous...

There are also graceful women...

Each shadow represents a master buried in the tombstone here. They may be skilled in a certain way, and have made achievements in each of them: knives, swords, spears, sticks, and harp...

Luo Hong smiled. Although he had a bad feeling about the Xia family, he still had due respect for the masters buried here.

In the first-grade monument area, there are geniuses of the third-grade Daxia Xuanbang who were awakened from their enlightenment.

Looking at the spiritual cloud above Luo Hong's head, he frowned.

"The nine hundred and twenty-seventh monument... He is going to break the record. He was awarded the title of Young Marquis at a young age. If Chu Tiannan breaks the secret realm record, maybe he will really become a being below one person in Daxia and above ten thousand people in the future.

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"The spiritual power in him is so strong that it interferes with our understanding. Is he trying to dominate Changling?"

"Stop him. How dare a person with a foreign surname dare to dominate Changling and disrupt our enlightenment!"

Each of the Xuanbang geniuses in the Daxia royal family had their expressions condensed.

Holding his breath, he walked towards "Chu Tiannan" who was sitting alone in front of the first-grade stone tablet.

And at the very moment it was approaching.

These third-level geniuses of the Xuanbang Royal Family in Great Xia burst out their own Qi one after another. Their Qi moved criss-cross and tore apart the clouds and mist that shrouded the Lingshan Mountain.

Luo Hong, who was sitting there, did not look back.

He just stretched out his hand and struck in the air, and the pure Jun sword wrapped in cloth exploded with a roaring sword cry.

The long and narrow pure Jun sword was like a white dragon cutting through the black mist in an instant, and it hit a third-level Xuanbang with great force.

The third-level Xuanbang man's expression suddenly changed, and his Qi machine blasted out, smashing the Chunjun sword and flying out.

Luo Hong, who was sitting under the stone tablet, slowly ended his meditation, stood up slowly, and the pure Jun sword flew out, and was held by Chu Tiannan in his hand.

Luo Hong glanced at them calmly, but these third-grade Xuanbang people only felt a breath of death creeping up their bodies.

The road to Changling is long, with only the sword as your companion.

Luo Hong sighed softly, as if there was a murmur in his heart.

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

Luo Hong pushed the mental pressure above his head towards his opponent, and then gently waved the Jun in his hand.

It brought up a pile of blood and rolled down a head.

At the foot of the mountain.

Many of the disciples of the Daxia royal family were stunned and terrified.

This Chu Tiannan... is crazy!

He had killed so many members of the Daxia royal family. Was he planning to completely fall out with the Daxia court?

Even if he is highly regarded by Emperor Xia, he will eventually be unable to survive once the whole dynasty is full of enemies.

What is even more shocking is that in the hands of Chu Tiannan, each of the Xuanbang geniuses with third-level cultivation is an unmatched enemy.

This was a massacre, a massacre that was almost despairing.
To be continued...