"ah……"

Bailiwei had never been so insulted before. He flew up and stared into Tang Fan's eyes, releasing some kind of lust.

"Young Master, I'm coming!"

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

He is still aware of his young master's abilities, although this boy is not bad at all and is already at the early stage of Nascent Soul.

But his cultivation level is too high. He has taken countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures along the way. He relied entirely on these countless resources to achieve breakthroughs.

Until now, he has never experienced a decent battle.

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

"That's fine, you come first! After you return to the clan, I will definitely ask my father to reward you with valuable treasures!"

Bailiwei was used to being domineering and didn't have the courage to take action. He was just showing off.

Mr. Hong felt aggrieved for a while, and was about to say something, but Bailiwei said again: "It's best to catch him alive, I want to deal with him well..."

There were tens of thousands of grass and mud horses racing in Mr. Hong's heart. If he hadn't cared about the importance of the other party's father to the Zhengyang Sect, he would have turned around and wanted to run away.

He can die, but if he died for this guy, it wouldn't be worth it!

Mr. Hong ignored Bailiwei and flew towards Tang Fan, saying: "Tang Fan, there is no deep hatred between you and me. We were the ones who were rude before, but you also killed many of us. Let's drop this matter."

how?"

Mr. Hong's tone was completely negotiating, and he seemed to want to admit defeat.

But before Tang Fan could say anything, Bailiwei behind him quit.

He was furious: "Mr. Hong, I asked you to catch him. Do you dare to disobey my order?"

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

"you……"

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

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

"Let's go..."

Tang Fan nodded, seeming to agree with Mr. Hong's words.

"In the future, it's best to stay away from me!"

Tang Fan turned around and prepared to leave.

"Five elements... watch your fortune!"

The moment Tang Fan turned around, Mr. Hong suddenly spoke and pushed forward with both palms that had been prepared for a long time!

A red storm immediately set off all around. The wind was strange and filled with murderous intent, and finally transformed into a huge chessboard at Tang Fan's feet.

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

Then, a roaring sound rang out from the chessboard. The sound had a strange melody, like a sad tragic song.

The voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes whimpering, and every syllable made people's hearts tremble. It generated a strange force at Tang Fan's feet, causing the vitality in his body to be consumed rapidly.

Driven by this music, bursts of red mist spread around the chessboard, forming silhouettes.

If you look closely, you will see that although these ethereal red figures have different shapes, they all have a hint of Tang Fan's demeanor and appearance.

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

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

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

He just moved slightly, and he felt that his soul was being pulled by that strange force, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Since this formation can be used as a weapon by the opponent, it is naturally not that easy to break.

However, with Tang Fan's temper, he would never suffer secret losses.

He raised his head and looked away from the chessboard, and said contemptuously to Mr. Hong: "Old dog, you are so shameless. A mighty Nascent Soul master, you actually attacked me! Are all of your Zhengyang Sect as shameless as you?"

Hong Laozheng used his skills to release his cultivation and fully control the operation of the chessboard formation.

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

"Okay, you are really shameless. When I kill you, I will definitely expose the scandal of your Zhengyang Sect to the world!"

"Let's wait until you can break through this formation! They say you are insidious and cunning, but I don't know if you can see through the mystery of this formation..."

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

"Mr. Hong, he is stalling for time. He is about to lock up his life and ruin his luck. Let me enjoy his white and tender body!"

Bailiwei roared angrily. Seeing that Tang Fan was trapped, he began to think about his body again.

"Fate...luck? Is this the mystery of this formation?"

Tang Fan frowned and began to deduce more carefully.

This idiot is really a pig teammate!

Mr. Hong gritted his teeth with hatred. He had deliberately attracted Tang Fan, but he didn't expect Bailiwei to reveal the secret.

In desperation, he had no choice but to shout loudly: "Young Master, come and help me quickly, lest he break the formation all at once!"

"Haha, I'm here too!"

Bailiwei was so excited that he quickly flew to a corner of the chessboard and helped Mr. Hong strengthen the formation.

With the addition of Bailiwei, the voice of compassion from the chessboard became louder, more red mist appeared, and more figures similar to Tang Fan appeared.

Under the accompaniment of that melody, Mr. Hong slowly spoke: "The sky is round and the earth is round, the six o'clock and the five elements, the sun, the moon, the sky, the three paths of life, the creatures of the past, ghosts and minds, there is no death in the present, it is difficult to escape, the soul is difficult to return, the future and the past are ruined

……Without me……"

"Look at the past...fate!"

Mr. Hong's voice suddenly became high-pitched with the syllables.

The formation was affected by this, and the red figure moved quickly. Instead of attacking Tang Fan, they formed a strange formation on the chessboard in twos and threes.

They surrounded Tang Fan and passed by him.

Their footsteps seem to be chaotic, but they contain some inexplicable rules...

The further they walked, the more confused Tang Fan became, as if every step they took stepped on his heart.

His mind also tumbled with the movement of these people, and a series of memories that he didn't want to recall appeared.

For example, he was bullied in school;

For example, when he squatted in front of Xu Hu to get an acupuncture;

For example, he watched Wang Jing serve Xu Hu diligently...

Or, 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 was like a microcosm of his past destiny.

"Past fate, suffering, pity, sadness, shame..."

Mr. Hong's voice lingered in Tang Fan's ears together with the musical scale, making him unable to stop reflecting on the painful memories of the past.

He stared blankly at the figure. The more he looked, the more he felt that life was boring and it would be better to die!

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

"Tang Fan, your fate has been predestined, let me help you escape!"

Mr. Hong's voice was so mesmerizing that it was obviously painful, but it made Tang Fan willing to sink.

"Either you solve yourself at this moment; or you solve the past and do it quickly!"

"This is your past life, a shame that you cannot bear to look back on..."

Bailiwei's voice also came in, intensifying Tang Fan's pain and obsession.

"ah……"

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

"Kill them, their death will give you a new life!"

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

"ah……"

Tang Fan seemed to be possessed by a demon. Under the guidance of this voice, he blasted towards the group of figures in front of him.

"boom……"

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

Also wiped away was part of his vitality!

Although Tang Fan was spitting blood, he seemed very comfortable and raised his fist again.

"Yes, kill them quickly and destroy your past, so that you can control your future destiny..."

Baili Wei shouted loudly, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"You are right, my fate is up to me, not to God..."

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

Tang Fan raised his head and looked away from the chessboard, with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!