In the evil realm after two thousand seven hundred zhang, Xiong Feixiu is one of the few people who still moves forward with his subordinates.

The two old men sandwiched Xiong Feixiu in the middle, one left and one right, and the two old men's bodies were engraved with mysterious runes, exuding cyan light, enveloping the three of them.

"Those idiots are probably still being kept out of the illusory way. Xiong Feixiu sneered disdainfully: "I, Xiong Feixiu, am destined to be the first, and I will be the first in the world in the future!"

The two old men had bitter faces, my young master, your confidence is too inflated.

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Wen Xiao was slowly climbing, his speed was not fast or slow, the skin under his clothes was still wrapped in white bandages, but there were tiny golden insects crawling in and out of the gaps in the white bandages, and the insects made a sound as thin as mosquitoes, and the low voices of the insects gathered together, which made people feel bored when they listened to it.

But Wen Xiao's face was indifferent, this was his means of fighting against the evil illusion, and the sound of the insect could resist the erosion of the evil illusion for him.

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Du Ni had already said goodbye to the two professors in the morning, and he was on the road alone, and now he climbed up not like a scholar, his rolled up trouser legs were wrapped in black mud, and he looked like a farmer from the field.

But he didn't care, but muttered with a bitter face: "This cross-country test is really perverted, I don't know what the saint thinks, if there is really danger, I better retreat quickly, now work hard, I hope I won't lose to the line again this time." ”

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If you look at it from the Xuanguang Jade Wall, you can see that the eleven candidates who have climbed more than 2,700 zhang are still the slowest of the Thirteen Swords, he is the latest to get up and the latest to move, and now the height of the climb is also the lowest among the eleven people.

He is still lazy and lazy, walking three steps to stop and stop, and pointing out obliquely like a sword, and then three more steps, looking at his speed, it is estimated that it will be difficult to climb up a hundred zhang after the cross-country test......

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Dongfang Feng's whole body is green and jade, he climbs up in silence, what he wants is very big, whether it is the Gaoxiang Academy, the secret disciple of the White Elephant Temple or Zhang Li Xiaohu, he actually doesn't take it to heart, he is destined to be a man who revitalizes the Dongfang family, it is impossible to lose to those people in the cross-country test, he must win!

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In the wind and snow, there was a fat man dragging a black wooden vat forward, the vat was the same height as him, thicker than his waistline, his face was bitter, and he turned his head to look at the vat from time to time: "Bucket, bucket, you can't drop the chain at a critical time, it's all up to you now." ”

"I said don't come to Gaoxiang County, how good it is to stay in Feihe County, you don't have to climb such a dangerous snow-capped mountain, grandma really hurt me. ”

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Young geniuses are making their last efforts, and Zhou Fan is no exception.

Before noon, he had climbed up a hundred zhang, and within this hundred zhang, he had been eroded by evil illusions several times, but he had been broken by the first needle of the illusory nine-needle secret method.

I have to say that the illusory nine-needle secret method is even better than he imagined, just the first needle can allow him to support a hundred zhang.

Even the pain of the needle's tip piercing his heart made him grin every time.

But this still makes Zhou Fan feel excited, the first needle has such an effect, it may climb up to three hundred zhang, maybe it won't take nine needles, then it only needs to be vigilant against the strange raid.

Thinking so, Zhou Fan still did not relax his vigilance, he had already taken out the second long needle of the nine needles for later use.

It is now 2,800 zhang high.

Looking up, you can faintly see the outline of the mountain tops obscured by bright red clouds.

Bright red clouds, Zhou Fan's face became solemn, he didn't know what the other candidates thought, but he would rather have a lower score than try to reach the top, the ghost burial coffin has not left, and the danger he has to face is likely to be on the top of the mountain.

While Zhou Fan was on guard, while pondering these things, his vision blurred again.

The illusion is here again.

Zhou Fan skillfully pierced the first needle into the acupoint, and the pain of the needle tip piercing the heart hit again, Zhou Fan endured the pain, and his face soon changed slightly.

Because the vision has become a little weird.

He saw an old woman dressed in black, the old woman was holding a black cloth umbrella, and the wrinkles on her face were stacked one by one, dense like a linear irregular vortex.

The old woman was smiling at him, and the smile seeped into people's panic.

Pimples erupted all over Zhou Fan's body, and the small skin particles that emerged were getting bigger and bigger, swelling into granules, and there was a tendency to become more and more large and turn into tumors, Zhou Fan felt that his body was collapsing.

The blood of the dragon god boiled slightly, wanting to strangle this cold and strange power.

Zhou Fan gritted his teeth, endured the evil erosion, took out the second light green long needle from his clothes, and pierced the six-inch giant point above the umbilicus.

Just like the pain of a sharp awl piercing into the thigh, the pain of the second and first injections of the illusory nine needles superimposed made Zhou Fan exhale in pain.

But the strange power of the illusory needle made the old woman holding the black umbrella disappear in an instant, and the abnormal state of her body was also recovering quickly.

After Zhou Fan confirmed that the evil illusion had receded, he moved his fingers slightly and pulled out the two long needles.

He was relieved of the pain.

"It's horrible. Zhou Fan's face showed a look of fear, not only afraid of the illusory horror, but also afraid of the sharp pain of the illusory nine needles.

This is only the second shot.

Zhou Fan was a little skeptical, could anyone really survive the nine-needle superposition?

No wonder Zhao Yazhu and the Illusory Nine Needles Secret Method mentioned that the ninth needle should be used with caution, otherwise it will really hurt people's souls.

Zhou Fan hurriedly climbed forward again, and now he was only at the level of two thousand eight hundred and twenty zhang, and he was forced to use the second shot.

Hopefully, the third shot will be available later.

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Just as Zhou Fan was climbing, some of the eleven candidates had to give up going down the mountain.

It was Dongfang Feng, his eyes were red, and cracks appeared in his green jade body.

"How can I stop here, I'm not reconciled!" Dongfang Feng roared, he tried to raise his feet forward and climb up, but the evil illusion became more and more powerful, and Qingyu's body had a tendency to shatter.

Dongfang Feng's face showed a look of fear, he retracted his feet, and was silent for a while before he sighed and walked down the mountain.

Zhong Tian and the others under the Xuanguang Jade Wall all looked at Dongfang Feng's downward moving point of light, and Old Lady Zhang Li asked calmly, "What is his achievement?"

"Two thousand eight hundred and seven feet. "One of the instructors gave accurate numbers.

This was accurately measured through the height of the Xuanguang Jade Talisman and the Thousand Illusion Snow Mountain.

"That's a pretty good result. Nakata smiled.

Old lady Zhang Li didn't care, he looked at the point of light that represented Zhang Li Xiaohu, and he was more concerned about how far Zhang Li Xiaohu could go.

Now everyone knows that 2,800 zhang is another dividing line.

After Dongfang Feng, there was no short time, and there was a second candidate whose results stopped.