Weird World of Immortality

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

"It's a pity, I really want to see his sword." Mrs. Zhang Li raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect Hou Shisanjian, who had always been in the last place from the beginning, to be able to reach such a height..."

"Jianzong found another good seedling." Zhongtian said with a smile.

Yuan Hai also nodded slightly.

Hou Shisanjian's results came out soon: 2,926 feet.

Such a result is the third place in the cross-country test, because Yiyi and Zhou Fan have already surpassed the height of Hou Shisanjian.

Now there is only one line left with Zhou Fan.

At this moment, Yuan Hai's eyes froze, because he found that among the two people who were originally about the same height, the group had stopped for a while, while Zhou Fan continued to slowly climb forward.

The distance between the two was widened!

The teachers hurriedly used the talismans on the jade wall to tune up a line of pictures.

The figures of a group of people were a little blurry in the wind and snow, and the golden light emanating from their bodies had long been so weak that they were almost invisible.

But the group still stands between the cliffs.

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

Grandpa Zhang Li and Zhong Tian were both silent. Even if they belonged to different forces, they would not be so filthy that a genius like Wang Xing and his party died on the Qianhuan Snow Mountain.

But everyone saw that the situation in one line was very bad.

A line is fighting against evil.

The danger of phantasms is that, when fully eroded, phantasms turn from fantasy to reality and kill the corroded creatures completely.

At this moment, the golden light that was originally maintained around the body suddenly shrank inward.

Mrs. Zhang Li, Zhong Tian and the teachers were all shocked. Could it be that they couldn't hold on?

Yuan Hai's expression changed greatly, but Qian Huan Snow Mountain was too far away and too high, so he couldn't influence it, he could only watch.

"No." Yuan Hai narrowed his eyes and exclaimed softly.

what's wrong?

Soon Zhongtian and Mrs Zhang Li also discovered that the convergent golden light did not retract into the body, but a layer of golden lacquer was pacing all over the body.

The golden lacquer suddenly burned with golden flames.

A group of people were surrounded by golden flames, and even the bright red wind and snow could not block the light of the flames.

"This is..." Mrs. Zhang Li was slightly startled.

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

With a smile on Yuan Hai's face, he did not expect that his party would be able to comprehend the Buddha's flame at this juncture.

The Buddha flames quickly dissipated, and the group opened their eyes.

"This time the evil illusion was supported by him." Grandpa Zhang Li judged.

Both Zhongtian and Yuanhai agreed with this judgment.

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

"It's still too much." Yuan Hai sighed.

Just now, the party apparently forcibly used the enlightened Buddha flame to deal with the evil illusion, so it was counterattacked.

No one spoke, just looked at the line in the jade wall, and the line looked up at the top of the mountain, which was no more than 60 feet tall.

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

Yuan Hai was silent. He didn't know how his apprentice would choose. Based on his estimation, it would be too dangerous if he forced forward.

The Buddha's flame backlash cannot be cured by ordinary medicine pills.

"Zhou Fan has also stopped for a while." A teacher reminded.

"Ignore the group and look at Zhou Fan's side." Zhongtian immediately ordered.

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

Yuanhai couldn't object either.

The screen was quickly called out.

They saw Zhou Fan, but they couldn't see the ghost burial coffin behind Zhou Fan. After all, the scope of the Xuanguang Jade Wall was limited.

Zhou Fan was stabbing light green long needles one by one. He had already pierced seven needles in a row. Even though he had tried eight needles, he still kept his senses even though it hurt him a lot.

He looked ahead.

What appeared in the front view was no longer the blood-red winged man, but a huge sarcoma. The sarcoma was black and swollen, and it was suspended in front of Zhou Fan's eyes.

Because of the existence of sarcomas, Zhou Fan saw tiny sarcomas appearing on the skin of his body, and he looked like a weird person with sarcomas.

These are all illusions, outsiders can't see it, only Zhou Fan can see the changes in his body.

He had a feeling that if it weren't for the power of the Seven Illusory Needles, the sarcoma would grow rapidly. At that time, he would either burst open or become the huge sarcoma in his field of vision.

He had never seen something so terrible.

He gritted his teeth, holding the eighth needle in his left hand and the ninth needle in his right hand. Before walking to this position, he had already explained to Xiaoxuan in detail. He planned to pierce two needles at a time, otherwise the eighth needle It must make him lose the strength to move.

As for whether it can survive the ninth needle? According to his estimation of the illusory nine-needle secret method, there should be no problem.

He didn't hesitate, but found the position of the eighth, ninth, and two needles in the body of the slowly growing sarcoma and stabbed it.

After two needles were pierced at the same time, Zhou Fan stood quietly in place.

His veined forehead was sweating and he was shaking.

Needling the heart, stabbing the leg with a cone, cutting the limbs with a knife, smashing the bones, crushing the internal organs, severe pain in the head, the pain of peeling the skin and cramping, and being continuously crushed to kill these eight kinds of pain are far inferior to human beings. The pain that the soul seems to be twisted into a rope.

"Kill me...kill me...kill me..." Zhou Fan only had this thought in his mind, and he wanted to die.

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

At first, they could see Zhou Fan piercing the light green long needle, and then looked at Zhou Fan's painfully twisted face, and the sweat beads as big as soybeans appeared on his forehead, which made everyone look at a loss.

"What is he doing?"

"He seems to be in pain."

"Is it caused by the erosion of evil illusions?"

The instructors whispered ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Nakata Mulu was surprised, he said solemnly: "This should be a secret method to stimulate pain to resist evil illusions, I seem to have seen similar records somewhere."

"Do you use pain to create illusions?" Mrs. Zhang Li whispered to himself, and he could see that Zhou Fan was suffering unbearable pain for ordinary people.

Yuan Hai was silent, he remembered the very few ascetic monks in the Great Buddha Temple, even those monks who insisted on asceticism may not have suffered as much pain as Zhou Fan this time.

Zhou Fan's physical desire did not collapse.

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

Zhou Fan's eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them. He watched the huge sarcoid disappear, and the small sarcoid that covered his body began to dissipate. He couldn't even speak, so he could only cry out in his heart.

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