As the spiritual liquid transformed by the innate energy entered the body, the tough tree hanging on the cliff seemed to begin to change slightly.
As for the initiator, he slowly stood up and walked slowly along the relatively straight body of the lone tree towards the bird's nest at the top of the tree crown. At his feet was a ten thousand-meter-high cliff, with misty clouds and mist, and bottomless depth.
The wind above the high cliff was strong and sharp, causing the few dark green leaves of the lone tree to rustle. The slightly slender branches were also swaying in the wind, and Lingchu's slender figure stepped on it. A lone tree on a cliff has nothing to rely on, but it is as stable as a mountain and as motionless as a pine in the cold wind.
Even the seemingly light skirt did not rise even half an arc.
It seems that it is not the biting mountain wind, but the gentle and lingering breeze in March.
Walking to the edge of the bird's nest step by step, Lingchu looked down 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 anyone's presence.
Lingchu stretched out his hand and gently touched the edge of the bird's nest.
The bird's nest, which looked ordinary and just a bit larger, suddenly had ripples like water. It was colorless and transparent, but there was a resistance that firmly blocked Lingchu's outstretched fingers from the bird's nest. .
Gently brushing the storage bracelet on the wrist, the white jade amulet turned into streams of light and flew out. His fingers flew like butterflies through flowers. The white jade amulet turned into several streams of light and scattered around the house like a goddess scattering flowers. The bird's nest firmly locked it in a certain position.
Small Nine Palace Formation.
The meaning of the nine palaces is based on the spirit turtle, with two and four as shoulders, six and eight as feet, three on the left and seven on the right, nine shoes on one, and five in the center.
Silently reciting the mantra in his heart, Ling Chu's ten fingers flew around, and the white jade chips surrounding the bird's nest soared like a swimming dragon, methodically deciphering the bird's nest's defensive formations one by one according to a specific sequence and position.
Unlike the human race, the demon clan opens their spiritual wisdom late, and rarely inherits the alchemy and talisman formations. They believe in the power of the physical body, and use the magic weapons, elixirs, talismans, and formations used by most demon clans. , all obtained from the human race.
Naturally, it would not be too good to obtain it from the human race. After all, whether it is trading or plundering, the former is valuable for its own sake, while the latter is a rare commodity.
Most of the ones that can be used and can be used are ordinary formations.
For example, the small nine palace formation in front of us, although it has the effect of concealing aura and protecting, it can't stop the monks at the golden elixir realm for a long time. For monks like Lingchu who are good at formations, it is a piece of cake.
Breaking the formation and opening up without alerting those who set up the formation, it was just time for a cup of tea.
As for tea time, that is a way to break the formation without alerting those who set up the formation.
What Lingchu was doing at the moment was not a matter of breaking the law over a cup of tea, but something that happened within a few breaths.
The white jade chips burst into glory, and the methods to crack the Little Nine Palace Formation were also wide open and closed, without any low-key at all. The entire formation protecting the bird's nest made a buzzing sound, and waves appeared out of thin air above the bird's nest. The white jade chips appeared out of thin air. However, after taking just nine steps forward and backward, with each step, the small nine palace array covering the bird's nest made a crisp cracking sound.
After nine steps, the water-like shield shattered and turned into fragments, dissipating in the mountain wind.
"Bah!"
The little golden eagle sleeping deep in the bird's nest naturally couldn't sleep under such commotion. The little golden eagle had already woken up when Bai Yuchiu cracked the formation with the first blow.
A pair of eagle eyes, black on the inside and gold on the outside, have already begun to show their future edge, showing keenness and sharpness.
Wary and hostile.
The little golden eagle stood up straight, leaned forward slightly, and raised its wings slightly, obviously ready to attack.
The moment the Little Nine Palace Formation shattered, the Little Golden Eagle's curved sharp beak let out a clear whistle. The sound overwhelmed the sound of the shattering formation and echoed endlessly among the cliffs.
Following this clear whistle, the little golden eagle seemed not to feel the terror of the human being in front of him. It flapped its wings and struck towards Lingchu like a flying sword from its string.
It seemed that the momentum was surging and turbulent, but Lingchu calmly sat down along the edge of the bird's nest, with his feet dangling on the high cliff.
, the clouds and mist surged under his feet, completely exposing his back to the attack of the little golden eagle.
A trace of doubt flashed through the heart of the little golden eagle, but as a clan of golden eagles, they emphasize killing with one strike and without regrets. A trace of doubt only passed through the heart of the little golden eagle, but his attack showed no intention of stopping.
Instead, because of the opponent's exposed back, the little golden eagle used all its strength to attack the human's neck.
This is one of the most vulnerable places for human beings.
However, a jade-colored stream of light ejected from between the ink hair, pierced the air, and even the air was cut. It flew across the void at an extremely fast speed and collided with the little golden eagle head-on.
Without the slightest pause, the jade-colored flowing light continued to move. In just the blink of an eye, it passed through the body of the little golden eagle, circled a semi-arc in mid-air, and then disappeared into the cloud-like black hair.
The little golden eagle let out a clear whistle again, and then landed heavily in the bird's nest.
However, this time the Qing Xiao was full of pain.
Drops of demon blood dripped down the wings of the little golden eagle, fell on the dead branches that built the bird's nest, and penetrated down the dead branches layer by layer, and finally slowly penetrated into the lone tree supporting the bird's nest.
The little golden eagle struggled to lift its injured wing, only to see a fist-sized hole on it, which was bloody and bloody, and looked extremely horrifying.
The little golden eagle with only one wing left became timid. Half of its wings blocked its body, and its pair of eagle eyes showed obvious restlessness and fear.
Lingchu did not fully release her pressure because she was afraid of scaring away the big golden eagle.
As for this little golden eagle, Lingchu originally didn't intend to be ruthless, but this little golden eagle's attack went straight to the human's weak point, obviously aiming to kill him with one blow.
Very cruel.
This made Lingchu take a cruel move and broke one of the little golden eagle's wings.
Although Lingchu kept the little golden eagle to use it as bait to catch the big golden eagle, the corpse was not impossible. It was just that the little golden eagle was ruthless, but it did not have the bloody aura that haunted the human race. .
He didn't seem 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 comes back, everything will be much clearer.
It is the sound of wind breaking through the air and sea of clouds, very subtle.
Lingchu raised his eyes and caught a shadow in the corner of his eyes. He touched his hair with his left hand. Between the ink-like black hair, there was a white jade body with a bamboo joint in the shape. There was a faint flowing light inside like a drop of emerald chalcedony. Hosta rolled her hair quietly.
The index finger and middle finger formed sword fingers, and the two fingers gently pinched the white jade hairpin, and the hairpin fell from the hair to the fingers. The sword fingers turned and flicked, and the white jade hairpin turned into a jade-colored stream of light and flew away through the air.
Qingjun, this is the name of the white jade bamboo hairpin given by Master Duanyi Zhenjun when he first formed his elixir.
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