"Lingshan opens every three years. When the mountain is closed, the mountain disappears without a trace. This space formation connects the two ends of the fairy and the devil. How should the people who set up the formation arrange everything on Lingshan?"

When you don't see the source of the waterfall, just look for the source. The two finally found the source, but the various questions between them were more troublesome than the ones between them.

"Ignore this for now," Gu Qingqiao asked, "Do you know how to break through the formation?".

"Breaking the formation is easy. Destroy the rune or high platform, and the formation will naturally be broken." Mu Xiyun thought about it and added: "But the caster will not be defenseless."

"Try it." Gu Qingqiao said, took out two blasting talismans from the Qiankun bag, raised his hand, one of the two talisman papers flew to the side of the high platform to directly hit the magic circle, and the other rushed to the center of the high platform.

Before the talisman was touched, light suddenly appeared on the high platform, interweaving into a circular enchantment. Like a big egg, the high platform and the magic circle are shrouded in it. The talisman collided with the barrier, only to hear a boom, two loud booms, a burst of fire, and the blasting talisman exploded into pieces in the air.

"A defensive array is superimposed on the magic circle and the high platform." Gu Qingqiao said.

"Indeed," Mu Xiyuan pondered: "The ochre spar is used to stack the magic circle. I have a way, I can try it! It's just..."

The two of them were hanging in the air at this time, all relying on Mu Xiyun's sword. To break the formation, Mu Xiyuan had to use a sword...

What should do, let Guqing Bridge go down to swim?

Mu Xiyuan touched her nose and found for the first time that her "nothing" in life would also bring trouble.

"It's okay, I have a solution." Gu Qingqiao took a step forward, looked down at the magic circle, and put his hand back to Mu Xiyun's waist.

Mu Xiyuan didn't know what it meant, she dodged subconsciously, reached out and patted Gu Qingqiao's hand.

Only to hear a crisp sound of "pop", I actually patted it straight.

Both of them were stunned. Gu Qingqiao retracted his hand, and there was a red mark on the back of his hand. He rubbed the back of his hands, pointed at Mu Xiyun's waist and said, "Qiankun bag."

"Oh!" Mu Xiyun realized this, took the Qiankun bag and handed it to him, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

For a moment, both of them were speechless in embarrassment.

After a while, Gu Qingqiao opened the Qiankun bag and took out two lotus leaf-shaped discs.

"The lotus leaves are boundless green," Gu Qingqiao said with disgust: "It is produced by Jinjin Pavilion, and I will take you to enjoy the fun of Yujian in advance. Tsk tsk, thankfully the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain are not here..."

As he spoke, he took out two more spirit stones and set them on the plate.

The reel stopped firmly in mid-air. The two set foot on one each, and tried to move back and forth, but they were very flexible.

Mu Xiyun retracted his long sword, transported his spiritual power, and dashed down from the air.

When he got close to the magic circle, a spirit stone popped out of his left hand. When the spirit stone touched the defensive formation, a golden light was immediately aroused. Mu Xiyuan waved his right hand, and the long sword slashed with all his strength, slashing on the spirit stone with a bang. The spiritual power on the sword collided with the spiritual stone, immediately drawing out the huge spiritual power in the spiritual stone and crashing into the defensive formation.

The defensive formation flickered, still firmly shrouded on the high platform.

Mu Xiyun rode the lotus plate up, ready to rush again.

"Jie, Jie Jie," came a sharp cry from the air. In the misty gray fog, there seemed to be huge creatures approaching.

"Be careful!" Gu Qingqiao snorted softly, pulled out his two knives, and flew to Mu Xiyun's side with a lotus plate. The two drew their weapons back to back and looked up at the sky warily.

A large bird emerged from the fog.

The bird's body is huge, its wings are spread up to ten feet, and the slender beak is extremely sharp.

"This is..., an iron-winged mortal?"

"It is said that the iron-winged mortal is a monster raised by the demon king, and its realm is equivalent to a monk of the Yuan Ying level. However, the territory of the demon clan is farther north than Beiyuan, so how can there be an iron-winged mortal here?"

Monster clan... Gu Qingqiao seemed to have a thought in his heart, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Time could not allow him to think about it. The iron-winged moor in the air slapped its wings, causing a whirlwind and water mist. Then, the big bird shot at the two of them like a sharp sword.

The two dodged to the sides at the moment when the big bird rushed down. Mu Xiyuan waved his sword to meet him, but did not meet his edge head-on. The moment before the bird's beak hit, he avoided sideways and slashed at the black iron-like bird. On the beak, the huge impact force made the bird's head deflect to one side. On the other side, Gu Qingqiao had already taken out two knives, one against the bird's claws, and the other slashed at the base of the big bird's wings.

The iron-winged mortal was in pain, screaming and pulling up. The sound of flapping wings came, and two big birds appeared in the fog.

"Leave it to me," Gu Qingqiao pushed Mu Xiyuan, "You go to break the formation!" After speaking, he rode the lotus plate and walked away to meet the three big birds.

Mu Xiyun turned around and rushed towards the formation, and behind him came the sound of dense gold and stone clashing, mixed with a few muffled groans and hoarse screams of iron-winged mortals.

The spirit stone in his hand was thrown out, Mu Xiyuan swung his sword and chopped it down. The defensive circle finally showed signs of collapse, flickering, and the light was dim.

There was a sound of breaking wind behind him, and an iron-winged mortal rushed at a very fast speed. Mu Xiyuan slid to the side, and took a closer look. Gu Qingqiao was soaked in blood, and actually rode on the neck of an iron-winged moor, with both hands infused with spiritual energy, controlling the bird's head. Behind him, the other two iron-winged mortals chased after him like lightning.

Gu Qingqiao controlled the big bird to rush to the magic circle, and suddenly flew upwards at the moment when it was about to hit the defensive barrier. The two iron-winged mortals who were chasing after them couldn't react for a while, and slammed into the magic circle.

The golden light of the magic circle flickered, and the two birds wailed and fell into the water.

The defensive formation was still there, and before Mu Xiyun stepped forward, Gu Qingqiao shouted loudly, one person and one bird turned sharply in the air, and charged straight towards the formation with the sound of the strong wind.

There was a loud bang, and the defensive formation disintegrated under the huge collision.

The big bird snapped its neck and fell into the river. Gu Qingqiao was slammed into the air by the huge spiritual force, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, almost fainting.

A pair of hands wrapped around his waist, and spiritual power was injected into his back, combing the retrograde and chaotic spiritual currents in his meridians.