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Chapter 808 Invisible Competition

"It all affects the number of newborn babies in that capital. No wonder it was recorded." Old Master Zhang Li said with a strange look on his face.

No matter what era, population is a crucial event for a country. This is the national affairs, so the historians will of course record it.

Everyone was in a strange mood and did not discuss this matter anymore. Instead, they paid attention to the three clear light spots on the Xuanguang Jade Wall.

...

Zhou Fan was careful. He had climbed up 2,910 feet. He had not encountered any monsters at this ten feet, but he was always on guard against the evil illusions that might come at any time.

Because he probably should be soon.

Just as he walked up one meter further, his vision began to blur again.

He pinched a long needle with a serious expression and quickly penetrated into the acupoint.

The pain of acupuncture does not slow down the visual field.

But what he saw this time was no longer an old woman holding an umbrella.

In the bright red wind and snow, a person with blurred faces stood not far away. Suddenly, blood-red wings spread out on the man's back, and the spreading blood-red wings totaled one meter long.

The man's face was blurry, but his wings could be clearly displayed in Zhou Fan's eyes. The bright red wings were composed of red worms, and the flesh worms were slowly twisting.

Then Zhou Fan began to feel that such insects seemed to have grown in his internal organs, and evil illusions were eroding his body.

Zhou Fan did not dare to be careless, so he quickly stabbed the second and third needles, and the pain of stabbing the legs and knife in his arms came accordingly.

But the growth of the blood-red worm, which seemed like an illusion, did not stop, but slowed down. Zhou Fan frowned slightly and stabbed the fourth needle into his body.

He trembled all over, and the pain of the bones on his body being broken far exceeding the previous three needles.

The blood-red worm stopped growing, and the winged man in the wind and snow had not disappeared, and the blood-red wings slid slightly.

Zhou Fan took a breath of air conditioning, and pulled out the fifth long needle of the illusion and stabbed it into the right pylorus**.

Zhou Fan's face suddenly turned pale, and his internal organs seemed to be crushed by something, and they were also shattered with illusion bloodworms that grew in his body.

The figure of the winged man in the bright red wind and snow is fading away.

Seeing that the evil spirit disappeared, Zhou Fan shook his hand and pulled out the five long needles in his body. The pain slowly dissipated. It took him a long time to cheer up.

"It's only about 2,910 feet now, and I was forced out of five needles..." Zhou Fan's face froze, and the degree of viciousness was beyond his imagination.

Moreover, evil illusion is no longer the old women holding umbrellas, but replaced by the strange winged man.

This winged man is even more terrifying than four old women holding umbrellas!

...

"Amitabha." The line slowly opened his eyes, and he had just overcome an evil illusion.

But this was not easy, and the faint golden light emitted by his body became dim.

"There are Bodhisattvas who have obtained the Bodhisattva path to break the demon of afflictions; they have obtained the Dharma body to break the Yin demon; they have obtained the Dharma nature to break the demon of death; they have always had one mind, because they have no attachment to everything, and because they have entered the Samadhi of Inactivity, they have broken the other and become the demon of the free Heavenly Emperor... they break the evil illusion, like breaking the four demons in their hearts." Yixing said calmly.

The golden light of his body became burning again, and he continued to step upwards.

...

The young man Luotuo still took a few steps and stopped every time he stopped, pointing out the sword.

The sword leaves as soon as it comes out.

Sweat oozing out of his forehead and his face was calm.

But every time he pointed out the sword, Fengxue Cliff, there was no trace. Instead, the sword box he was carrying trembled faintly, and the sword sounded in it.

Not long after, he entered two thousand nine hundred feet.

As soon as he entered two thousand nine hundred feet, he pointed out that the sword was becoming more and more cautious, but once confirmed, the speed of the sword was getting faster and faster.

"This evil illusion is too dangerous, otherwise it would be the most suitable to sharpen the sword heart." He chuckled.

No one knew that he was on the most dangerous road every time. Once evil illusion was stronger than his sword, he would die, but he still chose to draw the sword.

In his perception, swordsmen can choose not to draw the sword, but they cannot avoid not draw the sword because of fear.

A sharp sword intent faintly emanated from his body.

...

In the Academy Square, everyone was silently looking at the three clear light spots on the uppermost layer of the Xuanguang Jade Wall, waiting for the result to appear.

The competition among the three is getting more and more intense.

When Hou Shisan Jian entered 2,900 feet, Zhou Fan also stepped into 2,920 feet.

Zhou Fan's vision blurred again.

He saw the winged man in the wind and snow again, and the winged man walked slowly towards him.

Zhou Fan sighed, and he took out a series of long needles and stabbed them into the acupoints of his body. Severe pain continued to hit him.

Until the fifth long needle penetrated, Zhou Fan was trembling all over. He endured the severe pain, but what surprised him was that the winged man did not dissipate like last time.

Zhou Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and he realized that there was still a winged man not far from the winged man!

Because the distance between the winged man was too far, it would be difficult to find it if he hadn't looked at it carefully. But as long as he was discovered, he would find that it also had blood-red wings, and blood-red worms were squirming on it.

Zhou Fan felt that the blood-red worms in his body were trying to grow, and the power of the five needles seemed to collapse, and he could no longer suppress the wriggling of the growth of internal organs in his body.

Zhou Fan endured the severe pain caused by the five needles. His right hand moved slightly and pulled out a long needle on his clothes. He stabbed it into the Qihai point one inch and five minutes below the navel.

The sixth acupuncture was in the Qihai, but Zhou Fan felt that his head was about to explode. An indescribable severe pain invaded, causing blood tendons to emerge on his forehead.

The figures of the two winged men then dissipated in the wind and snow.

Zhou Fan's hands trembled and pulled out the Nine Vision Needles in one breath. After it came out, he started to retching.

It took a while to calm down.

He had never felt such pain before, and now he realized that pain could reach this level.

And this is just the sixth needle, and it is hard to imagine how far the three needles will be.

He was afraid of the use of the Nine Needles of Illusion.

I don’t need to fight like this. Don’t use the next three needles anymore. You can use Dragon God’s blood to help myself... Zhou Fan took a breath and thought.

But he glanced at the ghost burial coffin behind him, and his back was straightened in an instant.

It is still there, and you must not use Dragon God Blood during the sixth injection. I can still hold on... Zhou Fan took a breath of air conditioning, forced himself to change his mind, and focused on continuing to climb forward.

He was in a heavy mood. Since he entered 2,900 feet, a snow-winged man appeared every ten feet. The aggravation of such evil illusions is too terrible. He didn't know what kind of evil illusions he would encounter in the next ten feet.

...

After the team solved the evil illusion, his monk's robes trembled slightly, and his face seemed to become ferocious.

After a long time, his ferocious face returned to normal. He let out a light sigh and continued to move forward resolutely.

...

Hou Shisan Jian was still setting his sword, but his pointing out that the sword was still very stable, but he was sweating profusely.
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