"ah……"

When did Baili Wei suffer such an insult? He flew up and stared at Tang Fan's eyes and released a certain kind of desire.

"Young Master, I'll do it!"

Mr. Hong was helpless, and he did not dare to let Baili Wei face Tang Fan alone.

He was still clear about his young master's ability. Although this kid is not bad at all, he is already in the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivation.

However, his cultivation level was too heavy. He had no idea how many treasures he had taken along the way, and he had made breakthroughs entirely with these countless resources.

He has grown up to this day and has not experienced a decent battle.

Although he has killed many people, those people are weaker than him and are not worth mentioning at all.

"Okay, come first! After returning to the sect, I will definitely let my father reward you with treasure!"

Baili Wei is used to being arrogant and blessed, and he has no courage to do anything. He just pretended to be like this.

Mr. Hong was frustrated and was about to say something, but Baili Wei said again: "It's best to catch the live ones, I'll do him well..."

Mr. Hong was rushing in his heart. If he hadn't cared about the importance of his father to Zhengyang Sect, he would have wanted to run away.

He can die, but it would be worth it if he died for this guy!

Mr. Hong ignored Baili Wei, but flew towards Tang Fan and said, "Tang Fan, there was no deep hatred between you and me. We were abrupt before, but you also killed many of us. How about giving up this matter?"

Mr. Hong was completely in a negotiation tone, and seemed to want to give in.

But before Tang Fan could speak, Bai Li Wei was left behind.

He was furious and furious: "Old Hong, I asked you to catch him. Do you dare not listen to my orders?"

"Young Master, I am not his opponent, or... are you here?"

"you……"

Baili Wei was speechless for a moment. If he had dared to come, he would have come long ago.

Mr. Hong looked at Tang Fan again and said, "Two to one, do you want to try it? At worst, we will die together!"

"You guys go..."

Tang Fan nodded, seemingly agreeing with Mr. Hong's words.

"From the future, it's better to stay away from me!"

Tang Fan turned around and prepared to leave.

"Five elements... observe life!"

The moment Tang Fan turned around, Old Hong suddenly spoke, and his palms, which had been ready for a long time, pushed forward!

A red storm immediately broke out around. The wind was strange and swept away the murderous intent, and finally quickly turned into a huge chessboard under Tang Fan's feet.

The chessboard network seemed real and illusory, creating a huge suction force, firmly nailing Tang Fan's feet into the red grid.

Then, a roar sound rang out from the chessboard, and the melody of this sound was strange, like a sad song.

The sound was sometimes loud and sometimes sobbing. Each syllable made people tremble. A strange force was generated at Tang Fan's feet, causing the vitality in his body to be consumed quickly.

Driven by this rhythm, waves of red mist spread around the chessboard, forming figures.

If you look closely, these ethereal red figures, although they have different shapes, have a slightly slight expression and appearance of Tang Fan.

"This formation is indeed strange, but it is not a formation. It should be a certain secret technique of Zhengyang Sect!"

"This chessboard seems to be connected to my destiny, and what are these figures similar to me..."

Tang Fan looked at the chessboard under his feet and fell into thought, not in a hurry to break the formation.

He just moved slightly and felt that the strange force was pulling his soul, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Since this formation can be regarded as a trump card by the opponent, it is naturally not that easy to crack.

However, with Tang Fan's temper, he will never suffer a secret loss.

He looked up at the chessboard and looked at Old Hong contempt and said, "Old Dog, you are so shameless. The dignified Yuanying powerhouse actually attacked me! Are you Zhengyang Sect Quan as shameless as you?"

Old Master Hong made gestures to release his cultivation and controlled the operation of the chessboard array with all his strength.

He heard Tang Fan's sarcasm and said disdainfully: "Tang Fan, I'm just learning and selling now. If it weren't for your sneak attack, Mr. Feng wouldn't have died tragically!"

"Okay, you are really shameless. When I kill you, I will definitely tell the world about your Zhengyang Sect's scandal!"

"Let's talk about it when you can break this formation! Everyone says that you are insidious and cunning, but you just don't know if you can see through the mystery of this formation..."

Mr. Hong snorted coldly, not caring about Tang Fan's ridicule at all.

"Old Hong, he is delaying time, almost locking his life and cutting off his luck. Please enjoy his white and tender body when I take it!"

Baili Wei roared, and when he saw Tang Fan trapped, he began to think about his body again.

"Fate...luck? Could this be the mystery of this formation?"

Tang Fan frowned and began to deduce it more carefully.

This idiot is really a teammate of pigs!

Mr. Hong gritted his teeth with hatred. He was deliberately attracted to Tang Fan just now, but he didn't expect Baili Wei to reveal the secret.

In desperation, he had to shout loudly: "Young Master, come and help me with your help, so as not to break the formation in a while!"

"Haha, I'm here!"

Baili Wei was very excited and flew to a corner of the chessboard to help Mr. Hong strengthen the formation.

With Baili Wei's addition, the sound of compassion came from the chessboard louder, and there were more red fogs, and more figures like Tang Fan were transformed into.

With the accompaniment of the rhythm, Mr. Hong slowly spoke: "The sky is round, the sixth hour, the five elements, the sun, the moon and the sky, the three paths of life, the past beings, the ghosts are obsessed with the heart, there is no death at the moment, it is difficult to escape, the soul is difficult to return, the future is ruined, the past... there is no self..."

"Look at the past...life!"

Mr. Hong's voice suddenly became louder with the syllables.

The formation was affected by this, and the red figure moved quickly, not to attack Tang Fan, but to form a strange formation on the chessboard in groups of three or three.

They surrounded Tang Fan and passed by him.

Their steps seem to be out of order, but they contain some indescribable rules...

The more they walked, they became more and more confused, as if every step was stepping on his heart.

His mind also rolled with the fluttering of these people, and memories he didn't want to recall appeared.

For example, he was bullied in school;

For example, he squatted in front of Xu Hu and slaughtered an needle;

For example, he watched Wang Jing work hard to serve Xu Hu...

And so, after escaping from death several times, he was seriously injured and dying...

"ah!"

Tang Fan let out an angry roar, and he suddenly realized that each of these figures looked like a microcosm of his fate.

"Past life, suffering, pity, sorrow, shame..."

Mr. Hong's voice wandered in Tang Fan's ears with the scales, making him unable to stop reflecting on the painful memory scenes of the past.

He stared at the figure blankly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that life was boring. It was better to know it after death!

"Tang Fan, look at it. This is the chessboard of your life. They are the microcosm of your past destiny. Your life is a tragedy. If you live, you will only add to pain!"

"Tang Fan, your fate has long been destined. Let me help you get rid of it!"

Mr. Hong's voice was fascinating. It was obviously painful, but it made Tang Fan willing to sink into despair.

"Either, you have solved yourself at this moment; or, you have solved the past and start quickly!"

"This is your past life, a shame that makes you unable to look back on..."

Baili Wei's voice also came in, aggravating Tang Fan's pain and obsession.

"ah……"

Tang Fan stared at the red eyes, looked up at the figures that seemed chaotic in front of him, and raised his fists with difficulty.

"Bare them to death, their deaths can be exchanged for your new life!"

"Rise your fist and blast it out..."

"ah……"

Tang Fan seemed to be possessed by the devil, and under the guidance of this voice, he rushed towards a group of figures in front of him.

"Bang……"

The group of figures immediately collapsed and dissipated, as if a fate had been erased from Tang Fan's memory.

What we wiped out together was part of his vitality!

Although Tang Fan squirted blood in his mouth, he seemed very comfortable and raised his fist again.

"Yes, you'll kill them and destroy your past to master the future destiny..."

Baili Wei shouted loudly, his eyes flashing with excited eyes.

"You are right. My destiny is up to me, and I cannot do it..."

"But if I kill the past, will there be a future...?"

Tang Fan looked up at the chessboard, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!