"Are they still going to reach the top?" asked Old Lady Zhang Li as he looked at the three clear light points.

His face was serious, and the three of them were still persistent, which had already surprised him.

"Amitabha. Yuanhai had a worried look on his face, he was worried.

In his opinion, even if Yixing gives up now, it is nothing, he is afraid that Yixing will go his own way and die on the snowy mountain.

Even if they weren't at the scene, they could faintly sense the great danger that the three of them were going to face.

Nakata was silent, he just stared intently.

Monks who can reach such heights are worthy of great cultivation by the Great Wei Dynasty, and if they die on the snowy mountains, it will be a serious loss for the Great Wei.

Teacher, what are you thinking...... Nakata sighed inwardly, even though he had explained it to Yuanhai and the others before, such an explanation was still not enough to explain his teacher's intentions.

The instructors also looked nervous, looking at the light spots of the snowy mountain, if Zhou Fan and the three of them paused for too long, they would not hesitate to consume precious jade to check their pictures.

In fact, there are only three people so far, even if they consume jade and watch it all the time, it is nothing.

However, the three examiners of Zhongtian still rejected such a proposal, and they denied it in order to protect the secrets of Zhou Fan and the three as much as possible.

With so many people at the scene, someone will definitely reveal what happened here.

That was very detrimental to Zhou Fan and the three of them in the next martial arts test, and if it wasn't necessary, they wouldn't have looked at Zhou Fan's picture.

......

The wind and snow are everywhere, and there are signs of getting bigger.

Zhou Fan felt the coldness, and a layer of true qi was spread on his body to defend against the extreme cold on the high mountain.

Even if this kind of cold is not as strange as before, it can't withstand this extreme cold without True Qi defense.

Zhou Fan has reached two thousand nine hundred and thirty zhang, and he has already summed up the law, and now there will be a vicious illusion attack about every ten zhang.

His steps slowed as he walked unhurriedly toward the rocks above, his vision shaking, and everything around him became different again.

At the moment when his vision shook, Zhou Fan had already begun to prick needles into himself.

Maybe it's because of the more times, his ability to endure pain is getting stronger and stronger, at least the first three stitches he thinks are nothing, but from the fourth stitch, he feels pain.

He endured the unbearable pain as he looked ahead.

The two winged men stood far apart.

Zhou Fan took a breath, and he stabbed the sixth needle again, and the sharp pain that his head was about to explode was superimposed on other pains, making his forehead bruise.

But no, the two winged men did not disappear, the worms were still wriggling inside him, and the third winged man appeared in the bright red snowstorm.

This time there were three winged men.

Is it true that there is a winged man every ten zhang now...... Zhou Fan endured the severe pain, he didn't have time to think about it anymore, but gritted his teeth and patiently took out the seventh light green long needle and pierced it into the middle pole point four inches below the navel!

As soon as the needle was pricked, Zhou Fan's eyes rolled up, as if his skin membrane had been peeled off, and the blood tendons inside had been pulled out one by one.

The pain made him almost faint, but he couldn't pass out.

His eyes were a little blurry, the blood-red worms disappeared again under the action of the seven needles, and the three winged men all disappeared in the wind and snow, as if they had never appeared.

Zhou Fan didn't know how to pull out the needle, and he didn't regain consciousness until he finished pulling out the needle.

The pain made him pale.

There are still seventy zhang from the top of the mountain, and he doesn't know if the nine needles of the illusion can make him hold on to the top of the mountain, but he doesn't know if he can survive the eighth and ninth needles in the back.

Zhou Fan was silent for a moment, he suddenly smiled, and then continued to climb up.

Soon it reached two thousand nine hundred and forty zhang, Zhou Fan's face was calm, and he estimated that the evil illusion would soon strike again.

"Xiaoxuan, if I am so painful that I can't even pull out the needle later, you will secretly pull out the needle for me. Zhou Fan said to Xiao Fei while climbing.

He didn't let Xiao Xuan come out again, because at this time, the academy might use some means to watch him, and Xiao Xuan had better not be exposed.

Xiao Xuan responded, at this time, even Xiao Xuan didn't dare to mess around.

After walking up two more feet, Zhou Fan's vision shook again, and he silently took out the light green long needles and pierced them into his body one by one in order.

But when he stabbed the fifth needle, his face changed greatly, because this time he still saw the winged man, but not just one more winged man as he imagined, this time there were two more winged people.

The five winged men stood outside the wind and snow, looking at Zhou Fan in a semicircle.

Zhou Fan could clearly see the wriggling blood-red worms in the blood-red wings of the five winged people.

There seemed to be blood-red worms emerging from every corner of his body, and even his nostrils were blocked by blood-red worms.

Zhou Fan pricked out the sixth and seventh stitches.

The two stitches in quick succession hurt him and he almost fainted, but it worked well, and the seventh stitch halted the speed of the illusory erosion.

As long as the eighth shot can deal with these five winged people, and he doesn't even need to make the ninth shot, he gritted his teeth and didn't let himself cry out in pain, he was afraid that he would completely faint to death if he shouted this shout.

He got the eighth shot!

It was as if a huge hammer had been hammered down, and his body was completely crushed, and then the body returned to its original state, and it was crushed again, and so on, and every time it was crushed, it was a huge pain.

Zhou Fan didn't faint, but his whole body tensed, and his face showed a hideous and terrifying look.

He felt muddy, and each sharp pain made him cough up blood in his mouth.

The invisible illusory blood-red worms in his body also seemed to be crushed along with Zhou Fan, and the five winged people disappeared in front of his eyes.

Zhou Fan couldn't move, hair grew on his head and hung down, and he pulled out the eight light green long needles in his body for him.

Zhou Fan still didn't move, his eyes stared directly at the bright red wind and snow in front of him, and his face still retained a hideous expression of being squeezed by pain, and after a few breaths, his pupils gradually regained focus.

Zhou Fan inhaled and exhaled heavily, he just had a feeling that he would die at any time.

The eighth stitch of illusory reality is really terrible.

Zhou Fan looked ahead silently, without too much hesitation, he dragged his heavy steps and continued to move forward.

He knew he wasn't at his limit yet, so he had to keep going.

......

Hou Thirteen Jian's palms were still very steady, but in this snowstorm, he was sweating too much, and the shabby cotton clothes on his body were soaked with sweat.

Originally, he could have dried it immediately with his true qi, but he didn't do it because he couldn't waste even a trace of extra strength.

There was a rare look of solemnity on his face, he was no longer as powerful as before.

He had been standing there for a while.

The slight sound of the sword in the sword case kept coming, as if to persuade him.

Lazy by nature, he could only sigh helplessly in the end: "Okay, it's not that I'm lazy, but I can only go here, you don't want to go out of the box, it's not time yet, we can't go too far out of the box, it's meaningless." ”

He turned and walked down. 8)