Chapter 105

"It's impossible. It's not an illusion. You're dead. You can't stand up!"

The ghost broke out a shrill scream, as if someone had stepped on its tail, and jumped up in place.

Chen Fan didn't care about the scene in front of him. He picked up the cold light sword and walked towards the ghost step by step.

The other Party pointed out that Chen Fan's head burst, but even so, he still did not fall down, but the steps under his feet were more firm.

At this moment, the scene changed dramatically. His head was blown apart and the Dantian was hit into a big hole. Chen fan forced the corpse to retreat again and again, sending out a series of shrill screams.

All of a sudden, a cloud of fog broke out all over the body of the corpse. It turned out to be Luo Qingling again. It was more like Luo's clothes. The pretty words swayed in front of Chen fan.

"Don't kill me, I can become anyone, I will let you forever immersed in endless happiness, please, don't kill me!"

After the transformation, the ghost's words were full of pleading, and endless fear appeared in their eyes.

Facing chen fan, who has made everything clear, he has no courage to fight against him, just like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Chen fan, however, is naturally turned into a butcher who is about to fall!

The scene around him is constantly changing. Chen FA seems to have gone through nothingness. From the inner yard to the outer yard, Chen FA comes to the outer courtyard again. Now, several of his dead companions are sitting around and recovering.

He was also completely recovered from his injuries and recovered in good condition.

Time back to Chen Fan's use of the copper clock to crush the mind, continuous echo, when people recover.

All the things that I had experienced before, all of them were illusions, and all of them were illusions, and this illusion was shown by the ghost in front of me!

At this time, the ghost changed its appearance. This time, it was no longer a human figure, but a small meatball the size of a head, covered with pale pink fluffy, and full of flesh.

Small meatball eyes are big, flickering twinkle, a mouth is not big, is now sipping together, the expression of fear.

Looking down, the little meatball has two fleshy legs, but on top of the fluffy body, the two legs are almost invisible.

"Tweet, tweet..."

little meatball can't speak any more, and can only make chirping sound. Look at the expression, it should be begging for mercy.

Chen fan knows that this may be the behind the scenes of all things, releasing the noumenon of illusory realm.

"Bang!"

The long sword swept, and the little meatball gave out a shrill exclamation, and he was about to jump. However, because his body was too heavy, he said that he was jumping, but actually he just rolled two circles in the same place.

"Tweet, tweet!"

While rolling on the ground, the little meatball rolled around, and even squeezed two tears out of his big eyes.

Seeing this, chen fan didn't hold back his smile after all. It was a big contrast between this little meat ball and the original ferocious and evil corpse ghost.

Put the cold light sword into the storage bag, Chen Fan said: "it's not easy to read your practice. I'll spare your life. Leave now. Don't harm people in the future."

"Chirp?"

Little meatball looks puzzled in his eyes, as if he can't accept his life for a while.

"You're tired of living if you're still hanging around?"

A deep look at chen fan, a small meat ball chirp, will leave.

But after two steps, he stopped and asked.

Seeing this scene, chen fan's eyes showed the color of thinking. After a long time of doubt, he asked, "do you want to follow me?"

"Tweet, tweet!"

Little meatball nodded again and again.