Transcending the Great Desolation Chapter 967: Time stamp

When Luo Fan saw the palm, it felt that the blood red on the palm evolved from the bright red, or that he used a different method but touched the bright red light.

This kind of light is obviously, although it can not be said that it has obtained the mystery of the trend of the times, but it is close, and it can exert unimaginable power.

Although he has confidence in this Qingyun, he believes that it is at least able to resist the attack of Fusing Dao consummation level, but for this has been brought, close to the trend of the times some mysterious attacks, he is to this celebration Cloud doesn't have much confidence.

The thoughts moved slightly, and Na Qingyun directly condensed into a palm of the same size, and shot directly at the blood-red and blood-red, like the enlarged palm of Yan Qingcheng’s palm.

Qingyun’s condensed palm is about half as small as the blood-red palm, but its condensed Chengdu is more than twice as solid as the blood-red palm.

This is of course not because Luo Fan has stronger control over the strength of the palm of the hand, but because Luo Fan practices the power, all the power of Qingyun is directly extracted from his body, naturally It is extremely close to him, and extremely easy to control. The blood-red palm formed by Yan Qingcheng was formed by the formation of the formation, even if the formation was formed by her own power, but it was separated by one layer. The ability to control the palm of your hand is naturally weaker than Luo Fan.

Two huge palms directly hit one place

This is trivial.

The entire seal of dozens of powers is extremely solid, and there is no trace of the strength of the power, just like the carving of some strange ore. The entire seal is incomparably simple, incomparably concise, every turning point, every line, every piece of undulation is so perfect, so exquisite, engraved on the front of the seal with two incomparably distant, incomparable The complicated text "Time"!

After the seal appeared, it turned directly and printed directly on the bloody, huge palm that had become broken.

Yan Qingcheng sees all this in his eyes, and suddenly develops a sense of inexplicable danger. He instantly understands that the power of Luo Fan's move will be extremely amazing.

When the thoughts moved, the formation that wrapped Luo Fan suddenly turned around, suddenly emitting a very bright light.

The countless singular Character Scripts and lines on it began to run wildly at an unimaginable speed. Obviously, the power of the entire formation has been exerted to the limit.

At the time of this change, the blood-red palm that had collided with the palm of Luo Fan Qingyun and became broken, began to be repaired at an unprecedented speed, waiting for the seal of Luo Fan and this palm. At the time of touching, the broken palm, which had only three fingers left, had become intact again, and there was no trace of damage.

In the face of such changes, the look on the Luo Fan is more serious, but there is no more way to show it

Next, another wave of shock was generated where the collision occurred, recreating Space and Time.

Such like this, a wave of shocks continues to be produced, and these shocks are a kind of creation, a kind of destruction, and so alternately appear, the surrounding Space and Time is regarded as plasticine. Rubbing, playing with crazy.

After all, this shock is caused by an impact. Naturally, it follows the law of impact shock waves. A wave is smaller than a wave. After several breaths, the shock wave completely disappears.

Around Luo Fan and Yan Qing City, there is only a spherical Space and Time with a range of tens of miles. The reason why such a range of Space and Time exists is because the saint's brand exists here. Outside of this Space and Time, there is a very strange nihility. Nothingness even in space.

The condensed form of Luo Fan, then this faint and bright red era was shocked, and suddenly became extremely illusory, no trace of solidity, like a virtual image, may disappear at any time. The huge palm that held with the seal of this era, as well as the formation that condensed this palm, collapsed directly into fine and uncontrollable powder, which dissipated like smoke and eventually disappeared into the void, disappearing into nowhere. No trace.

"The power of annihilation you exerted is actually more Pure Essence than mine..." Yan Qingcheng said in an inexplicable tone.

With this discourse, her figure gradually became illusory. Eventually, when her discourse did not actually fall, only a faint image remained. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come