Chapter 2647： You can't kill them

"I know, you have been struggling to find out about your life experience, about the game I personally set for you!"

Qiongtian spoke suddenly, his voice still containing majesty, but when facing Chen Fan, there was a little more sigh.

"Believe me, there are too many reasons involved in this matter, absolutely not what you can reveal at this moment, otherwise why didn't Baipao tell you a word?"

Qiongtian clearly knew the existence of the white robe, and when the voice fell, the white robe flew out of the storage bag.

Full of complicated eyes looking above the sky, finally opened his mouth and said: "Long time no see, black robe!"

"enough!"

The speaker is Chen Fan.

He had already had enough of the ancient mysteries surrounding him, even the game of Danone.

Now Chen Fan just wants to live with his family and find revenge for cholera!

For those secrets and mysteries, he simply came to pay attention.

Looking forward and walking forward is what he should care about!

"I don't care about the so-called chess game or the so-called mystery anymore. Your business has nothing to do with me, Chen Fan!"

"Qiantian, don't bother me Chen Fan anymore, I am different from you!"

When the voice fell, Chen Fan's hands and feet simultaneously applied force.

Seeing that he was about to kill both cholera and the old man at the same time, Qiongtian interrupted again at this time.

"You can't kill them, you've been evading the arrangements of fate all the time, but if you kill them at this moment, you will really embark on your own destiny!"

"Chen Fan, trust me!"

At the same time, the white robe around him was staring at Chen Fan's eyes.

The expression also seemed to impede, but it did not export.

Because he knows how deeply Chen Fan hates cholera, and he also knows that it is impossible for Chen Fan to follow his advice.

In this way, after Qiongtian's voice fell, Chen Fan remained silent for a long time.

He has been thinking about the so-called destiny, the so-called destiny.

These things have always been things Chen Fan wanted to get rid of, but cholera was also an existence he had to kill.

So, how should Chen Fan choose between two evils?

The answer is obvious, whichever is less!

"Qiantian, you keep telling fate, but you know that I, Chen Fan, never believe in fate."

"My destiny, Chen Fan, can only be controlled by myself!"

"Even if you really go down to earth today, and I fight to die, they must die!"

At this moment, the figure between Chen Fan standing proudly and Tiandi was so resolute and firm.

This figure was deeply imprinted on the side of Yu Chunfeng's heart.

Will never go away.

He lowered his head inexplicably, as if a little ashamed.

Or maybe afraid to look at Chen Fan's brilliant eyes.

Qiongtian fell into silence, and the white robe didn't say a word. The whole world seemed to be overthrown by Chen Fan's determination.

"what--"

"Chen Fan, you will regret it, you will definitely regret it!"

The screams erupted from the mouth of cholera, and he felt that his soul was being separated little by little.

He felt the endless pain accompany his life, consuming it bit by bit.

But this kind of pain is less than one ten thousandth that Chen Fan experienced back then.

All this is just the beginning!

On the other side, the palm of his hand continued to exert force, and the projection of the practice of the fairyland old man continued to become blurred, his two legs swayed again and again, but after all, he could not reach Chen Fan at this moment!

"boom!"

The old man in Wonderland dissipated first, and the projection was directly pinched by Chen Fan!

At the same time, in a cave above the immortal world, the old man who was in retreat suddenly opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Chen Fan, I remember you!"

The line of sight shuttled and came to the main world again.

Soon after the old man's projection dissipated, the spirit of cholera was finally taken out of his body and sealed by Chen Fan in the middle of the storage bag.

There were a few nine gods of thunder that he had prepared long ago.

In the endless years to come, the soul of cholera will be eroded countless times by the nine gods of thunder every day, and taste all the pain of time until it is gone!

After doing all this, Chen Fan finally let out a sigh of relief.

His eyes began to lose focus, and looking aimlessly into the distance, he seemed to see the innocent smile again.

"Dawn...I finally took revenge for you!"