Weird World of Immortality

The four red, green, white, and black umbrella-bearing old women smiled on their wrinkled faces, and the cold and rotten breath automatically seeped out from the bottom of Zhou Fan's heart, spreading to the bones and internal organs, and his body was constantly aging.

If Zhou Fan did nothing, he would be rotted into a pile of dust scattered by the wind.

Previously, Zhou Fan had been relying on the three-needle of the illusion to defend against the evil encroachment of the two umbrella-holding old women, but now there are two more, which made Zhou Fan pierce the three needles into the acupuncture point without hesitation. He also immediately took out a fourth pale green long needle from his shirt.

It's just that when he was holding the fourth pale green long needle, his hand was shaking. This was caused by the pain caused by the three illusory long needles, but the effect was very good, at least temporarily resisting the erosion of evil illusion.

But that wasn't enough, he took a deep breath, stabilized his trembling right hand, and stabbed the long needle into the left pylorus**.

As the long needles penetrated, he felt as if the bones in his whole body were being shattered one by one, especially when the pain was superimposed on the first three needles, which made him cry out in pain.

With the superposition of the four needles, the figures of the four red, green, white and black umbrella-holding old women disappeared from Zhou Fan's field of vision, and the erosion from the evil illusion also exited his body.

Zhou Fan clenched his teeth and pulled out the four illusory long needles one by one.

Even if he pulled it out, Zhou Fan couldn't help shaking for a while, and a hint of fear appeared on his face. He didn't expect that four illusory long needles could bring so much pain.

The monk who created this secret method is really a pervert.

Zhou Fan even had the idea of ​​giving up the illusory nine-needle secret technique and directly using the blood of the dragon **** to resist the erosion of the evil phantom, but he suppressed the idea as soon as it arose.

Dragon God's blood is too important to him, he can't use it indiscriminately.

Zhou Fan let out a breath. He looked back at the ghost burial coffin. The three gray shadows of the ghost burial coffin were still looking directly at him. He turned his head back and continued to climb up.

Otherwise, if he stays here for too long, he may be eroded by evil illusions, and he will have to use the four illusory needles to deal with it.

There are still a hundred feet!

Shouldn't use Qi Jiu needle... Zhou Fan thought silently in his heart.

...

The wind and snow were whistling, and Wen Xiao, who was wrapped in white cloth bandages, had stopped for a while.

The sound of the golden bugs that had crawled out from the gaps in the bandages was getting louder and louder.

But Wen Xiao just raised his head slightly to look at the bright red mountain top a hundred meters away, and soon looked down at the white cloth bandage on his body.

He was well aware of the fact that if he kept going, not only would the special bugs he reared die, but he would die too.

"This height is already acceptable." Wen Xiao turned around and went down the mountain.

The people beside the Xuanguang Jade Wall looked at Wen Xiao's picture.

The old man Zhang Li said with a strange expression: "This Wen Xiao is wrapped in white bandages, how do you identify his identity? Have you seen his true face?"

"No, he refused to take off the white bandage, but he was willing to swear a ghost oath to prove his identity." An instructor explained to Mrs. Zhang Li.

"Wen Xiao's score is 2,905 zhang." Soon someone counted Wen Xiao's score.

"I didn't expect that he who lost his entourage early in the morning could climb to such a height." Yuan Hai sighed a little.

Such a result is not fourth or third in the cross-country test.

Because there are still three candidates who are still climbing, Zhou Fan is not much different from the height of his group. At a glance, they have passed 2,900 feet, but their footsteps did not stop like Wen Xiao.

Hou Shisanjian, who was behind, was slower. He hadn't entered 2,900 feet yet, so he couldn't confirm whether he could surpass Wen Xiao's climbing height. If he could, Wen Xiao could only rank fourth.

"Have you noticed that Hou Shisanjian's speed is not fast, but he has been advancing at a steady speed." Zhongtian said suddenly.

Both Yuan Hai and Mrs. Zhang Li frowned slightly, because as Zhong Tian said, the speed of Hou Shisan Jian was very stable, while Xing Xing and Zhou Fan would occasionally stop to fight against the erosion of evil illusions.

It's not that Hou Shisanjian won't stop, but his pause time is very short, no more than one breath at most, so his speed is faster than Xingxing and Zhou Fan.

"Fast speed doesn't mean he can go to the end. Who do you think is the first among the three of them?" Mrs. Zhang Li said with a smile.

Because Yuanhai is in the group, Yuanhai is not easy to evaluate, so Mr. Zhang Li asked Zhongtian.

Zhongtian was silent for a while and said: "Hai Shisanjian is indistinguishable from his party, Zhou Fan may lose a little."

"Why do you say that?" A teacher asked inexplicably.

You must know that the Thirteen Swords are now behind Zhou Fan, and even one line cannot have an advantage in front of Zhou Fan.

"Because Hou Shisanjian is from Jianzong, and his party is from the Great Buddha Temple, and Zhou Fan is said to have a hidden Shizong sect behind him, but even the hidden Shizong sect is not as powerful as Jianzong and the Great Buddha Temple, and his background is a little worse. ." Mrs. Zhang Li thought for a moment and understood what Zhong Tian meant.

Many times, it is not that the hidden world sect is strong. On the contrary, some sects are too weak, and no one asks them in the deep mountains, so they become the so-called hidden world sects. Those present know that Zhou Fan is from the hidden world sect of the Fishing God Sect. Little is known about this sect.

That's why they think that Zhou Fan's background is too poor.

"As far as I dug up the news from the Yiluan Division, it is said that the founder of the Diaoshen Sect, where Zhou Fan belongs, is not famous for his powerful strength." Mrs. Zhang Li joked with a smile.

"What is that?" Yuan Hai had never heard of this, and was rather curious.

"It is rumored that the founder of the Diaoshen Sect is a beautiful man that is rare in the world." Grandpa Zhang replied.

There was a strange look on Zhongtian's face and said: "I also heard about this, and it doesn't seem to be a rumor. I have read a few words about this senior in some ancient books. The evaluation of crown jade, personable, phoenix and dragon posture."

"In addition to these evaluations, there are many small allusions about that senior being a beautiful man. For example, this senior once passed by a capital called Lu, and was welcomed by hundreds of thousands of women in the capital. It is said that that day More than 10,000 women fainted with joy because they saw that senior's handsome face."

"Afterwards, there were 20,000 single women in the capital city of Lu who were determined not to marry that senior, and 10,000 women cried, made trouble, and hung themselves, arguing that they should divorce their husbands and marry that senior..."

"Amitabha~www.wuxiaspot.com~ These allusions are a bit too absurd." Yuan Haiyan's eyebrows jumped sharply and couldn't help it.

Zhongtian hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought so too at first, but then I read the source of the allusions. It was recorded by a historian in the state of Lu, not a third-rate talker or an unofficial historian."

Upright historians have always had a good tradition of keeping their books straight and not concealing their flaws. If the king's affairs may be forced by the king's pressure, they would not dare to record it, but it seems that once such a thing is recorded, there is usually no falsehood.

Mrs. Zhang Li clicked his tongue and said in puzzlement, "Even if it's true, why would the historian record such absurd things?"

Zhongtian was silent for a while and said: "As a scholar, I can feel the complicated emotions of the historian in this allusion about the senior, but I wrote this down not out of admiration for his demeanor. There is a sentence behind the allusion about the record of this matter. explain."

"Senior Long arrives in the capital of our country in the spring, stays in the capital for one day, and then does not come again. At the end of winter, our country's plans are completed. Newborn babies at this age will be reduced by 30%, so I remember it to show future generations." Zhong Tian read the sentence. come out.

Everyone: "..."