"All of them affect the number of newborn babies in the capital of that country, so it's no wonder that they are recorded. Old lady Zhang Li said with a strange look on his face.

No matter what era, population is a crucial event for a country, this is a national policy, and of course the historian has to record it.

Everyone was in a strange mood, and did not discuss the matter again, but instead paid attention to the three clear light spots on the Xuanguang jade wall.

......

Zhou Fan was cautious, he had climbed two thousand nine hundred and ten zhang, and he had not encountered any strange strange things, but he had been on guard against the evil illusion that might strike at any time.

Because he guesses it should be soon.

Just as he was going a little further up, his vision began to blur again.

With a serious face, he pinched a long illusory needle and quickly pierced into the acupuncture point.

The pain of a pinprick in the heart did not slow down the changes in visual field.

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

In the bright red wind and snow, there stood a vague face not far away, and suddenly there were blood-red wings on this person's back, and the blood-red wings were a foot long.

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

Then Zhou Fan began to feel that his internal organs seemed to have such insects growing out, and the evil illusion was eroding his body.

Zhou Fan didn't dare to be careless, he hurriedly stabbed the second and third needles, and the pain of an awl stabbing a big leg and a knife slashing an arm hit accordingly.

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

He shuddered, and the pain of the bones in his body being shattered was far greater than the previous three stitches.

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

Zhou Fan took a breath of cold air, and he pulled out the fifth illusory long needle from his shirt and pierced it into the right pylorus**.

Zhou Fan's face turned pale suddenly, and his internal organs seemed to have been crushed by something, and those that were minced also had those phantom blood worms that grew in his body.

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

Zhou Fan saw that the illusion disappeared, his hand trembled slightly and pulled out the five illusory long needles in his body, the pain slowly dissipated, and it took him a while before he cheered up.

"Now it's only about two thousand nine hundred and ten zhang, and I was forced to get five stitches......" Zhou Fan's face froze, and the degree of evil illusion was beyond his imagination.

And the evil illusion is no longer the old woman with the umbrella, but the weird winged man.

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

......

"Amitabha. The group slowly opened his eyes, he had just survived a bad illusion.

It's just that it's not easy, and the faint golden light emitted from his body has become dim.

"It is the bodhisattvas who have attained the bodhisattva's path and broken the demons of afflictions, the dharma and the dharma, the yin demons, the dharma and the dharma, and the demons of death...... Breaking the evil illusion is like breaking the four demons in the heart. The group muttered to himself with a calm face.

The golden glow of his body became blazing again, and he continued to stride upward.

......

In the wind and snow, the young man still walked a few steps and stopped, and every time he stopped, he would point to the sword.

The sword is out and gone.

Sweat was oozing from his forehead, and his face was calm.

But at this height, every time he pointed out the sword, there was no trace of the wind and snow cliff, but the sword box he was carrying trembled faintly, and there was a sword sound in it.

It didn't take long for him to enter two thousand nine hundred zhang.

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

"This evil illusion is too dangerous, otherwise it is the most suitable to use it to refine the sword heart. He chuckled.

No one knew that he walked on the most dangerous path every time, and once the evil illusion was stronger than his sword, he would die, but he still chose to take out the sword.

In his cognition, a swordsman can choose not to use a sword, but he can't not use a sword because of fear.

His body faintly exuded a sharp sword intent.

......

In the academy square, everyone was silently looking at the three clear light spots on the top layer of the Xuanguang Jade Wall, waiting for the results to appear.

The competition between the three is getting fiercer.

When the Thirteen Swords entered two thousand nine hundred zhang, Zhou Fan also stepped into two thousand nine hundred and twenty zhang.

Zhou Fan's vision blurred again.

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

Zhou Fan sighed, he took out illusory long needles, and pierced these long needles into the acupuncture points of his body, and the sharp pain kept hitting him.

Until the fifth long needle pierced, Zhou Fan's whole body trembled, and he endured the severe pain, but what made him stunned was that the winged man did not dissipate like last time.

Zhou Fan's pupils shrank, and he realized that there was a wingman not far from that wingman!

The winged man was too far away to be found if you didn't look closely, but if you did, you would find that it also had blood-red wings, and the wings were densely packed with blood-red worms wriggling.

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

Zhou Fan endured the severe pain caused by the five stitches, his right hand moved slightly, pulled out a phantom long needle on the placket, and pierced it into the Qi Sea Acupoint under the umbilicus.

The sixth needle pierced the sea of qi, but Zhou Fan felt as if his head was about to explode, and an indescribable sharp pain invaded, causing blood tendons to appear on his forehead.

Only then did the figures of the two winged men dissipate in the wind and snow.

Zhou Fan's hands trembled, and he pulled out the nine needles of the illusory void in one go, and after pulling them out, he retched.

It took a while to recover.

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

And this is only the sixth stitch, and it is hard to imagine the extent of the next three stitches.

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

I don't have to fight like this, I don't need to use the next three needles, I can use the dragon god's blood to assist myself...... Zhou Fan thought after breathing a sigh of relief.

But he glanced at the ghost burial coffin behind him, and his back straightened again.

It's still there, you definitely can't use the dragon god's blood on the sixth shot, I can still hold on...... Zhou Fan took a breath of cold air, forced himself to change his mind, and concentrated on continuing to climb ahead.

He was in a very heavy mood, since he entered the two thousand nine hundred zhang, every ten zhang there was a snow-winged man, such a terrible aggravation of the degree of aggravation, he didn't know what kind of evil illusion the next ten zhang would encounter.

......

After solving a vicious illusion, his monk's robe trembled slightly, and his face seemed to become hideous.

After a long while, his hideous face returned to normal, and he exhaled lightly and continued to move forward resolutely.

......

Hou Thirteen Swords continued to draw out the sword, and he pointed out that the sword was still very stable, but he was sweating profusely.

No one gave up and moved on.