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 current continued to surge upwards, as if it was 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 from the entrance of the cave. It poured out, and the water droplets reflected a ray of light in the sun, and the huge water stream crashed down with a 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 Xiyuan raising his hands to be calm and peaceful, he found the source of the conflict not long after he arrived, and for a while, he 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 to pass the jade card, and it is a good time to become famous. 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 or so people. If someone 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 take a look!" The proud 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 turned over on the ground and flicked 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 figure swayed, his robe swayed gently in the wind, like a big white bird, gently and skillfully jumped 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 the ascent was comparable to that of Mu Xiyun.

A dozen or so teenagers also jumped up and climbed the stone wall.

What Mu Xiyuan uses is the unique light art of "Crossing the Clouds" on Tianliang Peak of Moyun Mountain, which pays attention to "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 the man's other hand flashing with light, and the tip of the knife burst 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.