The only way

Chapter 672 Qing Jun
As the innate energy melted into the body, this tough lone tree hanging above the solitary cliff seemed to have begun to undergo slight changes.

As for the instigator, he stood up slowly and walked slowly along the straight body of the solitary tree towards the bird's nest at the top of the canopy. At his feet was a high cliff, with misty clouds and no bottom.

The wind above the high cliff was strong and fierce, and the few dark green leaves of the lonely tree made a rustling sound, and the slightly slender branches were also swaying in the wind. A lone tree on a cliff, with nothing to rely on, but it is as stable as Mount Tai in the cold wind, and immovable as a pine.

Even the seemingly light skirt didn't raise half an arc.

It seems that it is not the bitter mountain wind, but the gentle breeze in March in Yangchun.

Walking to the edge of the bird's nest step by step, Lingchu looked into the depths of the bird's nest. The little golden eagle was still sleeping deep in the bird's nest, without the slightest awareness of the existence of anyone.

Lingchu stretched out his hand and lightly touched the edge of the bird's nest.

I saw that it looked ordinary, but it was just a bigger bird's nest. Suddenly, there was a burst of water-like ripples, colorless and transparent, but there was a resistance, which firmly blocked Lingchu's extended fingers from outside the bird's nest. .

Gently flicking the storage bracelet on the wrist, the white jade chips turned into streamers and flew out. Ten fingers fluttered like butterflies wearing flowers. The bird's nest was firmly locked in a certain position.

Small Nine Palaces Formation.

The meaning of the Nine Palaces, the method is to use the turtle, two or four as the shoulders, six or eight as the feet, three on the left and seven on the right, wearing nine shoes and one, and five in the center.

Reciting the mantra silently in his heart, Lingchu's ten fingers fluttered, and the white jade chips around the bird's nest soared like a dragon, breaking through the defensive formation of the bird's nest methodically one by one according to a specific sequence and direction.

The monster race is not like the human race. Their spiritual intelligence was developed late, and there are few inheritances of pills and talismans. What they believe in is the power of the flesh. , are derived from the human race.

Naturally, it would not be very good if it was obtained from the human race. After all, no matter whether it is trading or plundering, the former is a treasure for oneself, while the latter is a rare commodity.

Most of the ones that can be used and those that can be used are ordinary formations.

For example, the small Nine Palace Formation in front of me, although it has the effect of concealing aura and protecting it, it can't stop the monks in the Jindan realm for a long time. For monks like Lingchu who are good at formations, it is a piece of cake.

Breaking through the formation and opening without disturbing those who set up the formation is just the time for a cup of tea.

As for the tea time, that is the way to crack it without disturbing the formation.

What Lingchu is doing right now is not the breaking of a cup of tea, but a matter of a few breaths.

The white jade chip is in full bloom, and the way to break the small nine palace formation is also open and closed. There is no low-key at all. The entire formation protecting the bird's nest makes a buzzing sound, and waves appear out of thin air above the bird's nest. The white jade chip However, after walking just nine steps back and forth, the small Jiugong Formation covering the bird's nest made a crisp cracking sound every time.

When the nine steps were completed, the water-like barrier shattered, turned into fragments, and dissipated in the mountain wind.

"Wow!"

The little golden eagle, who was sleeping deep in the bird's nest, couldn't possibly be able to sleep under this kind of movement. The first time Bai Yuchou cracked the formation, the little golden eagle had already woken up.

A pair of eagle pupils that are black on the inside and golden on the outside have already begun to show their future sharpness, revealing keenness and sharpness.

Vigilant, full of hostility.

The little golden eagle stood upright, leaned forward slightly, and raised its wing roots slightly, obviously ready to attack.

The moment the small Nine Palaces Formation shattered, the little golden eagle's curved beak let out a clear whistling sound, which overwhelmed the sound of the shattered formation, echoing endlessly between the cliffs.

With this clear howl, the little golden eagle seemed not to feel the horror of the human beings in front of him, flapped its wings, and struck towards Lingchu like a flying sword off the string.

It looked majestic and turbulent, but Lingchu calmly sat down along the edge of the bird's nest, with his feet hanging above the high cliff, and the clouds and mist billowed under his feet, completely exposing his back to the attack of the little golden eagle.

A trace of doubt flashed in the little golden eagle's heart, but they, the golden eagle clan, insisted on killing with one blow and no regrets, a trace of doubt just flitted through the little golden eagle's heart, but his attack did not mean to stop at all.

On the contrary, because of the opponent's exposed back, the little golden eagle tried his best to attack the human's neck fiercely.

This is one of the most vulnerable places for human beings.

However, a stream of jade-colored light shot out from between the ink hairs, pierced through the air, and even the air was split, passing through the void at an extremely fast speed, and collided with the little golden eagle head-on.

Without the slightest pause, the jade-colored streamer kept going, but passed through the little golden eagle's body in the blink of an eye, circled a half-arc in mid-air, and then sank into the cloud-like black hair again.

And the little golden eagle let out a clear whistle again, and then fell heavily into the bird's nest.

However, this time the clear whistle was full of pain.

Drops of demon blood dripped down the little golden eagle's wings, landed on the dead branches that built the bird's nest, permeated down through the dead branches layer by layer, and finally slowly seeped into the lone tree that supported the bird's nest.

The little golden eagle raised its injured wing with difficulty, only to see a hole the size of a fist exposed on it, bloody and bloody, it looked extremely frightening.

The little golden eagle with only one wing left was now timid, with half of the wing covering its body, and a pair of eagle eyes revealed obvious restlessness and fear.

Lingchu didn't fully release her coercion, she was afraid that the big golden eagle would be scared away.

As for this little golden eagle, originally Lingchu didn't intend to be ruthless, but this little golden eagle went straight to the weak point of the human being, obviously aiming to kill him with one blow.

Very spicy.

This made Lingchu directly ruthless, breaking one of the little golden eagle's wings.

Although Lingchu kept this little golden eagle to use it as bait to catch the big golden eagle back, but the corpse is not impossible, but this little golden eagle is fierce, but it doesn't have the bloody aura that entangles the human race .

Doesn't appear to have killed anyone.

However, there are some strange things about the monsters in this place. It is difficult for Lingchu to judge for the time being. When the big golden eagle returns, everything will be much clearer.

It is the sound of the wind breaking through the air and the sea of ​​clouds, very subtle.

Lingchu raised his eyes, caught a stream of shadows in the corner of his eyes, touched his hair with his left hand backhand, between the ink-like black hair, a piece of white jade was the body, the bamboo joints were the shape, and the inside was like a drop of emerald chalcedony glowing faintly. Yuhan held her hair quietly.

The index finger and middle finger form a sword finger, and the two fingers gently clamp the white jade hairpin, and the hairpin falls from the hair between the fingers. With a flip of the sword finger, the white jade hairpin turns into a jade-colored streamer and goes away through the air.

Qingjun, this is the name of the white jade dripping green bamboo knotted hairpin given by Master Duanyi Zhenjun when the spirit first formed the alchemy.

(End of this chapter)