Looking at the scene of Hou Shisanjian walking down the mountain while the Xuanguang Jade Wall, the picture continued for a while and then broke.

"What a pity, I really want to see his sword." Old Master Zhang Li raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect that Hou Shisanjian, who had always been at the last place, could reach this level..."

"The Sword Sect has found another good seedling." Zhongtian said with a smile.

Yuanhai also nodded slightly.

Hou Shisanjian's results were soon revealed: 2,926 feet.

Such a result is the third place in the off-road test this time, because Yi and Zhou Fan had already surpassed the height where Hou Shisanjian was.

Now there is only one line and Zhou Fan left.

At this moment, Yuanhai's eyes narrowed because he found that among the two people who were originally of almost altitude, the group had stopped for a long time, while Zhou Fan was still continuing to climb forward slowly.

The distance between the two was widened!

The teachers quickly used the talismans on the jade wall to tune out the pictures.

The figures of the group were a little blurred in the wind and snow, and the golden light emitted by their bodies had long been so weak that it was almost invisible.

But the group still stood between the cliffs.

Yuanhai's fat face showed a solemn look: "One line..."

Old Master Zhang Li and Zhongtian were both silent. Even if they had different forces, they would not be so dirty that they hoped that such a genius would die on Qianhuan Snow Mountain.

But everyone saw that the situation in the line was not good.

A group is fighting against evil.

The danger of evil illusion is that when completely eroded, evil illusion will change from fantasy to reality and completely kill the eroded creatures.

At this moment, the golden light that was originally maintained around a line of body suddenly contracted inward.

Old Master Zhang Li, Zhongtian and the teachers were all shocked. Can’t they hold on?

Yuanhai's face changed drastically, but Qianhuan Snow Mountain was too far and too high, so he could not affect it, so he could only watch.

"No." Yuanhai narrowed his eyes and exhaled softly.

What's wrong?

Soon, Zhongtian and Mr. Zhang Li also discovered that the converging golden light did not retract into their bodies, but instead walked on a layer of golden paint all over the line.

The golden lacquer suddenly burned with golden flames.

The group was in the golden flames, and even the bright red wind and snow could not block the light of the flames.

"This is..." Old Master Zhang Li was slightly stunned.

"It's Buddha's flame." Zhongtian raised his eyebrows slightly and said.

Yuanhai smiled, and he didn't expect his rank to understand the Buddha's flames at such a moment.

The Buddha flame quickly dissipated and the group opened their eyes.

"He has been suffocating this time." Old Master Zhang Li judged.

Both Nakata and Yuanhai agree with this judgment.

But Yilian's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the blood turned golden.

"It's still too forced." Yuanhai sighed.

Yixing obviously forced the Buddha flame he realized just now to deal with evil illusions, so he was backfired.

No one spoke, just looking at the rows in the jade mural screen, and looked up at the top of the mountain that was only sixty feet long.

"Does he still want to climb?" Old Master Zhang Li asked with a frown.

Yuanhai was silent. He didn't know how to choose his disciple. He estimated that this situation would be too dangerous if he forced himself to move forward.

The backlash of Buddha flames cannot be cured by ordinary elixirs.

"Zhou Fan also stopped for a long time." A teacher reminded him.

"Don't worry about your business first, look at Zhou Fan." Zhongtian immediately ordered.

The team is fine for the time being, but there is obviously a problem with Zhou Fan.

Yuanhai cannot object.

The picture was quickly re-issued.

They saw Zhou Fan, but they could not see the ghost burial coffin following behind Zhou Fan. After all, the range that the Xuanguang Jade Wall could see was limited.

Zhou Fan was stabbing a long light green needle. He had already stabbed seven times in a row. After trying eight times, he stabbed seven times in seven times, even though it hurt him, he still remained rational.

He looked ahead.

What appeared in front of the vision was no longer the hemored-winged man, but a huge sarcoma. The sarcoma was black, swelling and swelling, and it just suspended in front of Zhou Fan's eyes.

Because of the existence of sarcoma, Zhou Fan saw small sarcoma appearing on his body's skin, and he looked like a weirdo full of sarcoma.

These are all illusions that outsiders cannot see, and only Zhou Fan can see changes in his body.

He had a feeling that if it were not for the power of the seven-pointed needles, the sarcoma would grow rapidly. Then he either exploded or became a huge sarcoma in his vision.

He had never seen anything so terrible.

He gritted his teeth, holding the eighth needle in his left hand and the ninth needle in his right hand. Before he reached this position, he had already explained Xiao Kun in detail. He was preparing to pierce two needles at a time, otherwise the eighth needle would definitely make him lose the strength to move.

As for whether he can survive the ninth stitch? According to his estimate of the secret method of the Nine Needles of the Illusion, there should be no problem.

He did not hesitate much, but found the eighth and ninth needles in his body, which was slowly growing sarcoma and stabbed them.

After two injections were inserted at the same time, Zhou Fan stood quietly.

His forehead was covered with blue veins and his body was trembling.

A needle pricks the heart, a cone pricks the big legs, a knife slashes the limbs, bones are broken, internal organs are crushed, severe pain in the head, the pain of skinning and cramps, and the continuous crushing and killing of these eight kinds of pain are far inferior to the pain of human souls that seem to be twisted into a ball of rope.

"Kill me...kill me...kill me..." Zhou Fan only had this thought in his mind, and he was in pain.

Everyone standing in front of the Xuanguang Jade Wall and watching this scene were stunned.

At first they could see Zhou Fan stabbing a long light green needle, then looking at Zhou Fan's painful, ferocious and twisted face, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans on his forehead, which made everyone look confused.

"What is he doing?"

"He seems to be in pain."

"Is it the cause of evil erosion?"

The teachers whispered.

Nakata looked surprised and said in a deep voice: "This should be a secret method to stimulate pain to resist evil illusions. I seem to have seen similar records somewhere."

"Can you use pain to prevent phantoms?" Old Master Zhang Li whispered to himself. He also saw that Zhou Fan was enduring unbearable pain for ordinary people.

Yuanhai was silent. He remembered the very few ascetic monks in the Great Buddha Temple. Even those monks who insisted on asceticism might not have suffered much pain Zhou Fan had this year.

Zhou Fan's body was not overwhelmed.

Everyone was watching silently, and they didn't know if Zhou Fan could hold on.

Zhou Fan's eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be unable to open. He watched the huge sarcoma disappear, and the small sarcoma covered with his body began to dissipate. He couldn't even speak, so he could only scream in his heart.

Zhou Fan's hair was getting longer, and he pulled out all nine light green long needles one by one.
Chapter completed!