The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 2647: You can’t kill them

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

Qingtian suddenly spoke, his voice still contained 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 the moment, otherwise why didn't Baipao tell you a word?"

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

The eyes full of complicated looking above the sky, finally opened their mouths: "Long time no see, black robe!"

"Enough!"

The speaker is Chen Fan.

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

The current 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 to them.

Looking forward, 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!"

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

Seeing 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 beside him was staring at Chen Fan's eyes.

The expression also seemed to impede, but it didn't export it.

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 was 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, the two evils are right, how should Chen Fan choose?

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!"

"Today, even if you are really down there, and I fight to die, they must die!"

At this moment, the figure between Chen Fan proudly and Heaven and Earth is so decisive and firm.

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

Always linger.

He lowered his head inexplicably, seeming a little embarrassed.

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

Qiantian fell into silence, and Bai Robe didn't say a word. The whole world seemed to be overthrown by Chen Fan's determination.

"Ah--"

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

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

He felt 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 mansion above the immortal world, the old man who was retreating suddenly opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Chen Fan, I remember you!"

The line of sight shuttles and comes to the main world again.

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

There are several 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, tasting all the pain of time until it dies!

After finishing all this, Chen Fan finally took a breath.

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

"Dawn...I finally avenge you!"