"By the way, go up the mountain." Deng Xian understood, "Senior Brother Mu is going to find the source of the water."
"Well," Mu Xiyuan replied, "although it may be an illusion caused by Lingshan, I'm a little worried if I don't go to see it. And..." Mu Xiyuan raised his eyes and looked at Gu Qingqiao.
"Also," Gu Qingqiao nodded to him, "there is a teleportation formation in Lingshan Illusory Realm to get out of the mountain."
Deng Xian was stunned for a moment, and then he slapped his thigh and said, "How could I forget that those who enter the illusion formation will be transported down the mountain by the illusion formation, regardless of whether they can get the Spirit Wu." After a while, he responded: " Then you two just…”
Mu Xiyun walked up the mountain with a light cough, Gu Qingqiao blinked at Deng Xian, and followed up with a smile. Only Senior Brother Qingchengshan, who only realized that he had been deceived at this moment, reluctantly followed behind.
The three of them walked up the mountain road, but this time they did not encounter any obstacles. Only occasionally one or two small animals jumped over the road in a panic, and quickly hid when they saw people.
Not long after walking, the sound of the water became louder, and the water mist that rushed toward the face wetted his face. At the corner of the mountain road, a white Lian fell from the sky and crashed on the mountain wall, causing bursts of water.
Mu Xiyun reached out to the waterfall, but Gu Qingqiao pulled it back before she touched the water. He looked at Gu Qingqiao with a bit of tears and laughter, stretched out his hand to take some water, retracted his hand and repeatedly confirmed that there was no problem before letting go of his sleeves.
Deng Xian, who was on the side, didn't pay attention, he put his hand directly into the edge of the waterfall, and then shrank back with a "yo" sound.
"What's wrong?" Mu Xiyun glanced at Gu Qingqiao's hand, feeling a little nervous.
"Oh, it's okay." Deng Xian shook his hand: "This water is so cold."
The weather in April in the south is already very warm. Although the mountains are cool, there is no colder feeling. At this time, the three of them stood by the waterfall, but they felt the slightest coolness coming from the water. When you put your hand in the water, it is even more biting cold.
Suddenly, there was a flash in front of my eyes, and a small group of black shadows quickly descended with running water. By the time the three of them leaned over to look, they were long gone.
Presumably the animals on the mountain stumbled.
"Let's go," Gu Qingqiao said, unable to see any clues for a while, "Go up and see the source."
The Lingshan Mountain is not too high, and the previous Lingshan Taoist discussions can reach the magic formation on the top of the mountain in the evening of the second day or the morning of the third day. The section of the road before the magic formation is called "Chuangfeng", because people from all walks of life will show their magical powers on this road, compete with others, and eliminate opponents until the moment when the enchantment in front of the magic formation disappears.
At this moment, the three of them were walking on the "Chuangfeng" road, but they were peaceful until they reached a small house.
Although Xianmen disciples are full of admiration and fantasies about Lingshan Illusion, anyone who has climbed Lingshan knows that the entrance to the illusion is not as tall and brilliant as people think, on the contrary, it looks very shabby.
According to legend, this is the place where Nie Wuya lived before his ascension.
The thatched hut is built on the mountain, and is located in a small open space in front of the mountain. In front of the door, a sloping fence surrounded a small courtyard, with a few bamboo chairs in the courtyard and a few bushes of green bamboo beside the house. At first glance, it looks like a quiet and simple family.
At this moment, a group of people stood outside the small courtyard.
The flash flood occurred on the night of the first day. During this time, most of the people had not yet walked halfway up the mountain. The group of people here should all be survivors of the flood.
There is no need to climb the peak, Shan Hong has already made a choice for them.
The three slowly walked towards the crowd. A burly man with a beard turned his head, saw Deng Xian, and nodded to them.
"Dragon Tiger Villa, Fang Rui." Seeing both of them looking at him, Deng Xian explained in a low voice. After he finished speaking, he stepped forward to salute and asked, "Senior Brother Fang, why are you... why are you standing here?"
Fang Rui raised his head in the direction of the hut. A tall and thin young man pushed the door into the room, and after a while, came out again. There was a sigh of disappointment from the crowd.
Lingshan Illusion, disappeared.
"Could it be because the time has not come?"
"Go in and try another person?"
Mu Xiyuan took two steps to the side, sat cross-legged beside the bamboo forest, closed her eyes, and felt the spiritual power of this place.
The disciples of Moyun Mountain have always had a good reputation in the immortal world. At this moment, Mu Xiyuan's face is calm and calm. Everyone can only see the immortal king in white sitting with his eyes closed under the breeze and green bamboo, showing a state of solemnity and compassion. The anxiety and impatience were comforted for a moment, and everyone slowly quieted down.
After a while, Mu Xiyuan opened her eyes, stood up, and asked the people in front of the house, "Is there a descendant of Lingwu Sect here?"
A black-robed Taoist came out more and more, "Under Wen Zirui, under the long gate of Lingwumen Zhang Rui Baidao."
"Okay." Mu Xiyuan said: "I heard that there is a kung fu in Lingwu Sect. It can detect the distribution of spiritual power in one place, and even make invisible enchantments appear. I wonder if this senior brother can use it."
According to legend, Qi Weiling, the founder of Lingwu Gate, was a spiritual stone miner. He was born with a special sensitivity to spiritual power, and often used his spiritual sense to explore the location of mineral veins in the wild. Later, Qi Weiling became successful in cultivating immortals. In Lingwumen, there has always been a hall called Inquiring Vein, which recruits people who are sensitive to spiritual power to practice this method, specializing in mineral vein exploration, and using spiritual stones to support the teacher's door.
Wen Zirui nodded and said, "The method of inquiring the pulse is beneficial to practice, and many disciples in the sect will learn a thing or two."
"Okay, I will ask Senior Brother Wen to explore the image of the spiritual energy here."
Wen Zirui walked out of the yard, sat cross-legged facing the hut, made a handprint with both hands, and began to exercise. In a short while, dense beads of sweat ooze out from the tip of his forehead and nose, obviously a little spiritually powerless. Seeing this, Mu Xiyuan said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Wen continues to cast spells, and I will help you." After speaking, he put one hand against Wen Zirui's heart and input spiritual power for him.
Indistinctly, Wen Zirui saw the spiritual flow of the hut in front of his eyes, but he couldn't see clearly.
Mu Xiyun frowned.
Gu Qingqiao immediately reached his back and input spiritual power.
Deng Xian and Fang Rui also joined in. The five people's spiritual powers combined, and Wen Zirui's eyes became much clearer immediately.
In front of him, the powerful spiritual current is like a rushing river, circling and churning on the ground. The five-colored spiritual currents continued to surge upwards as if they were about to break through some confinement. But no matter how much it struggles, as soon as it leaves the ground, it will be immediately scattered by a pair of invisible hands, and it will never take shape.
Wen Zirui opened his eyes and described what he saw to everyone.
"So, the Lingshan Illusory Array was actually suppressed?" Deng Xian asked in surprise.
The phantom array left by the immortal was actually suppressed, which surprised everyone. And the source of the suppression... Everyone looked up at the same time. Outside the rock wall at a height of fifty feet above, there was a thin white mist. Above the white mist, there was a huge cave, and the waterfall was pouring from the hole. When the sun came out, the water droplets reflected a ray of sunshine, and the huge water stream crashed down with the chill.
"Then let's go up and have a look?" Fang Rui asked tentatively.
For a time, everyone looked at Mu Xiyun.
Those who arrived at the hut were all young and talented, and it stands to reason that no one would accept the other. But everyone has been here for a few hours. At this time, when he saw Mu Xiyun's gesture of stability and peace, he found the source of the conflict not long after he arrived, and immediately cast a trusting look at him.
Although Mu Xiyuan's temperament is light and doesn't like to take blame, but now everyone is panicking and waiting for him to speak, he doesn't push back, and said lightly: "Lingshan has changed abruptly, this strange waterfall does not know where it came from, and its spiritual power can actually Suppressing the powerful illusion shows that it is dangerous. If you have no intention of exploring, and you still have the jade card in hand, it is better to stay away from here and use the jade card to teleport out of the mountain."
Most of the Xianmen disciples who participated in Lingshan’s discussion of Taoism are the proud sons of their own sect. They are arrogant and have high self-esteem. Anyway, there is a way back to the transmission of jade cards. Why not give it a try
As for the weaker ones, because they survived the flood, the people who can enter the illusion are now only a dozen people in front of them. If anyone can break the suppression, they can enter the illusion, and spiritual martial arts are at their fingertips. Just follow others, why not wait
Only a blue-shirted youth stepped forward and saluted Mu Xiyun, "Thank you for reminding me, I won't join in the fun." After saying that, he waved his sleeves and went down the mountain with a haha laugh.
Everyone looked at the back of him as he walked away, and for a while they had their own thoughts.
"Let's go, let's go!" The arrogant sons of the sky couldn't hold back for a long time, and several teenagers immediately drew out their long swords, recited the magic formula, and asked Yujian to go to the hole where the waterfall poured out.
No one flew.
All of the Imperial Sword Techniques were ineffective. Most of the spirit swords remained motionless, and only one or two of them were extremely powerful. They rolled over on the ground and flicked them twice, but they stopped moving.
Everyone looked at each other. Even the Imperial Sword Art was suppressed. To go up the mountain, there is only one way left.
This rock wall is vertically upward, as if it was split by a giant knife. The remaining half is used as a barrier behind the hut, and the front half is long gone. Fortunately, there are many vegetation on Lingshan, and there are many vines and shrubs in the stone crevices, so there is no place to stay.
Mu Xiyun didn't say a word, his body swayed, his robes swayed gently in the wind, like a big white bird, gently and skillfully leaped up the rock wall. When he settled down, he lightly stepped on the stone wall and rose up another ten feet.
Gu Qingqiao followed closely, but he went straight up and down, and he didn't see how he borrowed strength, but the cooperation of his hands and feet was very tacit, and the speed of his ascent was comparable to that of Mu Xiyun.
A dozen or so teenagers also jumped up and climbed the stone wall.
What Mu Xiyun uses is the unique light art of "Crossing the Clouds" on Tianliang Peak of Moyun Mountain, focusing on "lightness", "smartness", "spirit" and "speed". Incomparable, and requires very little spiritual power. Even so, Mu Xiyuan still felt that the higher he climbed, the more difficult it would be to mobilize the spiritual power in his body.
"Could it be that there is another problem with the fusion of body and spiritual power?" He was secretly startled.
There was a layer of white fog in front of him. The mist is wispy, constantly flowing in front of the eyes. Mu Xiyun took a deep breath, exerted force on her feet, and half of her body sank into the white mist.
Suddenly, a gust of wind descended with enormous pressure. Although he was mentally prepared, Mu Xiyuan did not expect the wind to be so strong. With a slip of his hands, his body was suddenly pulled aside, and he was lifted out. mist.
Mu Xiyuan was startled, the wind whistled in his ears, and the spiritual power of his whole body was suppressed to the point of being unable to move.
Suddenly his waist tightened, and a long arm wrapped around his waist. His body was still falling, but he saw a flash of light from the other hand of the man's knife, and the tip of the knife shot out a string of sparks on the rock wall, making a sour sound. Finally, the blade cut into a crack in the stone, and the two fell slightly slower. Mu Xiyun immediately reached out and grabbed onto the vine to stabilize her figure.
Both of them gasped violently, Mu Xiyun turned to look, Gu Qingqiao's frightened face was close at hand, and his eyes were still staring at him for a moment, almost absent-minded.
"You..." Before Mu Xiyun could speak, she felt her arms tighten around her waist, and she was hugged tightly by the other party. There were whispers in my ears: "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, don't be afraid."
Mu Xiyun was a little at a loss, but he didn't dare to push him away, so he had to let him hold him.
"Hey~~, are you all right?" Fang Rui's voice came from far away.
Gu Qingqiao's body moved, as if he was awakened. Then, as if he had been scalded by the fire, he suddenly let go of his arms and hurriedly clambered on the vines, and then he said: "Ah, sorry, sorry!"
The warmth that shrouded his body suddenly disappeared, and Mu Xiyun felt that his heart was empty for a moment. He raised his head and glanced at Gu Qingqiao, then lowered his eyelashes, and said downward: "We're fine. There are strong winds and spiritual power in the mist, everyone be careful."
When he turned his head again, Gu Qingqiao had regained his composure, looked up at Bai Wu, and asked, "Continue?"
"En." Mu Xiyuan nodded and continued to climb up.