Luo Qingyin raised his eyes to look at the strong wind blowing in front of him, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his hand held the meteorite hanging on his waist.

With a slight touch of his foot, Luo Qingyin swept out like lightning, staggering with the iron claws.

The Falling Planet is on the Iron Claw!

The Ironclad Eagle didn't take the little thing to heart, and grabbed the meteorite with one claw.

Sonor!

The Ironclad Eagle let out a terrible scream, and as if it had been hit hard, it quickly fell three feet.

The iron claw was dripping with blood, and an iron claw with a cold light was actually dripping with blood.

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips hooked a cold arc, and he rehung the meteorite on his waist, and the blue water spirit sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out, stabbing straight into the eyes of the iron armor eagle.

The body of the ironclad eagle is like that of King Kong, but its eyes are as weak as those of a human.

The Iron Armor Eagle let out a scream, lowered its head down, dodged the fatal blow, and raised a strange arc on its left wing, sweeping towards Luo Qingyin with an incomparably strong wind.

I wanted to sweep her away.

The wind was howling, and the sand and rocks were flying in the cave.

The Ironclad Eagle stared coldly at her figure and fell backwards with the stone.

However, at this moment, Luo Qingyin suddenly appeared above its head, and the emerald water spirit sword stabbed down on the ground!

Sensing that something was wrong, the Ironclad Eagle just raised his head.

Laugh at!

The Azure Water Spirit Sword pierced the Ironclad Eagle's left eye, and blood sprayed down from the air.

The Iron Eagle let out a terrible chirp, and before the sound fell, the Azure Water Spirit Sword had already slashed out of its left eye.

A piece of flesh and blood fell quickly, and the ironclad eagle fell to the ground with a bang, but did not struggle before dying, but just used its wings to protect its back.

Behind you, something?

Luo Qingyin swept the ironclad eagle away with a sharp sword, revealing what was behind it.

There was another nest with five or six eggs in it.

Each one is the size of a fist.

Will you eat boiled eggs or pickled eagle eggs tomorrow?

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips raised a touch of pleasure, "In short, breakfast has fallen." ”

As soon as the eyes closed and opened, another night passed.

The morning light was gorgeous, and Zi Yunchen still hadn't returned.

Luo Qingyin felt a little lonely in his heart, shook his head lightly and said, "Perhaps, he has already left the Qishi Mountain Range." ”

I didn't say a word to her when I left, what a ...... What went wrong?

After eating a boiled egg, Luo Qingyin flew to the bottom of the waterfall to forge his body.

The momentum of the waterfall was as vigorous as ever, but somehow, Luo Qingyin's divine sense was much sharper, and she could clearly feel the strength in the flying stream, as well as the mysterious qi contained in it, she slowly exhaled a breath of clear air, and closed her eyes slightly.

All the senses of her body seemed to be opened, and the oppressive impact of the waterfall above her head actually flashed faintly in her mind.

The flying trajectory, the power of the impact, the mysterious energy contained in it...... She saw them all very thoroughly!

I also have a clear idea in my mind about what to do next.

Absorb Xuan Qi, let the power of the impact fall to the best position, and use the power of the impact to wash the body and meridians...... It's all in the works.

Again and again, the Xuan Qi in the dantian accumulated more and more, becoming stronger and stronger, and the meridians also flowed rapidly.

It's going to break through.

Luo Qingyin's hands entered a breakthrough state, and inadvertently, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the empty boulder next to him, and his heart felt like he had suddenly suffered a heavy blow, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot!

The bright red blood stains fell into the deep pool, and soon dissipated downstream, provoking countless spirit fish to gush out.

Luo Qingyin barely held his feet to prevent himself from falling into the pool, and slowly moved to a place where there was no waterfall next to him, holding on to the protruding rock next to him.

The breakthrough attempt was miserably counterattacked.

She had suffered severe internal injuries.

Luo Qingyin took out a bottle of Baicao wine from the ring with a pale face and drank it, and closed his eyes tiredly against the stone.

There is only one reason for the breakthrough attempt, and that is a problem with the state of mind.

She thought she was relieved of Zi Yunchen's departure, and the moment she vomited blood, she suddenly realized that she couldn't forget it at all.

If he didn't come back, she wouldn't want to break through.

What a pitiful and pathetic discovery.

Baicao wine has miraculous effects in the treatment of both internal and external injuries.

By sunset, she was in good health, ate a hard-boiled egg again, and sat down at the bottom of the waterfall.

It's not for breakthroughs, it's not for forging the body, it's about refining the heart.

Looking at the sun slanting westward, the black curtain stains the sky; Looking at the willows on the moon, the shadows of the trees swaying gently in the evening breeze; Looking at the moon in the middle of the sky, the moonlight reflects the sparkling waves in the deep pool; Looking at the western sky under the moon, the morning star lights up in the sky; Looking at the morning light, the first rays of the morning sun shine on the waterfall, turning into a rainbow across the sky......

Luo Qingyin pursed the corners of her lips bitterly.

The night passed, and there was no progress in heart refining!

Holding back the thought of lifting her sword to kill the Quartet to vent, she just sat motionless.

If you can't pass this hurdle, no matter how much you cultivate, don't even think about taking another step forward!

Cultivation can be improved with pills, but the state of mind cannot.

In the Cangyun Continent, the state of mind is the biggest obstacle for a martial artist!

Luo Qingyin didn't expect that he would encounter this big trouble when he was only a martial artist!

The Xuan Qi in the body flowed rapidly, and it began to have a tendency to crack.

The heart is demonic, the mind becomes a demon.

Luo Qingyin saw the man who seemed to be smiling on the flower tree of the nameless Zhuang Yutang.

Raising the emerald water spirit sword, the frost swept in all directions.

Some people say that the sword is the best way to break the mind.

The sword in her hand was advancing towards the man inch by inch, trembling and trembling before reaching the man's heart, but she was powerless to take any further steps.

She can't do it after all.

Zi Yunchen twisted a jade petal from his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and smiled, his face was like a crown of jade: "Little kitten, you stabbed it." ”

An unprecedented pain rose in Luo Qingyin's heart.

The body is hot, the heart is hot, the waterfall falls on the body like a bone and ashes, and the blood is surging.

Above the waterfall, lightning and thunder roared.

The rain was flying all over the sky, mixed with the waterfall falling on the corners of her eyes, and as her cheeks crept down, crystal clear.

Is it rain? Or tears?

Luo Qingyin closed his eyes and threw aside the Azure Water Spirit Sword in his consciousness.

That's it......

The rain is ticking, and as far as the eye can see, the world is in the rain curtain, white and boundless.

My mind was drifting, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, but an abrupt and intense purple color suddenly appeared in my field of vision.

The cloud-like figure stood quietly in the pouring rain, the pure purple clothes were stained into a thorough dark purple by the rain, the proud and uninhibited hair covered the shoulders, and a few strands of water fell against Yingting's perfect cheeks, dripping with crystal droplets.

It's just that his gaze has not changed, still shining with a strong tenderness and a burning heat that borders on despair.

Heaven and earth were confused, and in a trance, Luo Qingyin didn't know if the person in front of him was a phantom or a real ......

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