Chapter 967 Seal of the Times

As soon as Luo Fan saw this palm, he felt that the blood red on this palm evolved from bright red, or in other words, it came into contact with the bright red light using a different method than him.

This kind of light, obviously, although it cannot be said to have achieved the mystery of the trend of the times, it is close enough to be able to exert unimaginable power.

Although he has confidence in Qingyun and thinks that Qingyun can at least withstand attacks at the perfect level of Hedao, he has no idea about Qingyun's mysterious attacks that are close to the trend of the times. How much confidence.

With a slight thought in his mind, Qingyun condensed into an equally huge palm, and directly slapped the blood-red palm, which looked like an enlarged version of Yan Qingcheng's palm.

The palm formed by the condensation of Qingyun is about half smaller than the blood-red palm, but the condensed Chengdu is more than twice as solid as the blood-red palm.

This is of course not because Luo Fan has greater control over the power condensed palm, but because Luo Fan practices the way of power, and all of Qingyun's power is extracted directly from his body. Naturally, The relationship with him is extremely close and it is extremely easy to control. The blood-red palm formed by Yan Qingcheng was formed by a condensed formation. Even though the formation was formed by condensing her own power, there was a layer between them. She had no idea about this formation. The ability to control the light condensed into palms is naturally weaker than Luo Fan's.

Two huge palms collided directly with each other

So insignificant.

The seal composed of dozens of kinds of power appears extremely solid, with no trace of the condensation of power at all, as if it were cut and carved from some strange ore. The entire seal looks extremely simple and simple. Every turn, every line, every undulation is so perfect and so exquisite. On the front of the seal are engraved two extremely long and incomparable words. The "era" of complex text!

After the seal appeared, it turned around and printed directly on the huge, blood-red, broken palm.

Yan Qingcheng saw all this in his eyes and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of danger. He instantly understood that the power of Luo Fan's move would be extremely astonishing.

With a thought in his mind, the formation surrounding Luo Fan suddenly turned around and suddenly emitted an extremely bright light.

The countless strange runes and lines on it began to move crazily at an unimaginable speed. It was obvious that the power of the entire formation had been stretched to its limit.

When this change occurred, the blood-red palm that had originally collided with Luo Fan Qingyun's condensed palm and became broken began to be repaired at an unimaginable speed. When Luo Fan's seal came into contact with this palm, When touched, the broken palm, which originally had only three fingers left, had become complete again, and no trace of damage could be seen.

Faced with such changes, Luo Fan's expression became even more serious, but he did not use any more means.

Then, another wave of impact occurs at the collision point, recreating time and space.

In this way, one wave of impact after another continues to occur, and these impacts are a kind of creation and a kind of destruction, appearing alternately like this, treating the surrounding time and space as if they are being kneaded randomly like plasticine. Playing around like crazy.

After all, this impact is caused by an impact, and naturally follows the rules of impact shock waves. Each wave is smaller than the previous wave. After a few breaths, the shock wave completely disappears.

Around Luo Fan and Yan Qingcheng, only a spherical space-time with a radius of dozens of miles exists - the reason why such a range of space-time exists is because the saint's brand exists here. Outside this time and space, there is an extremely strange nothingness. Nothingness without even space.

Condensed by Luo Fan, the pale and bright red seal of the times shook, and suddenly became extremely illusory, no longer solid, like a phantom that might disappear at any time. And the huge palm that was holding the Seal of the Age, as well as the formation that condensed it, collapsed directly and turned into fine and uncontrollable powder, scattered everywhere like smoke, and finally disappeared into the void, disappearing without a trace. No trace.

"The power of destruction you exerted is actually more pure than mine..." Yan Qingcheng said in an incomprehensible tone.

Following these words, her figure gradually became illusory, and finally, before her words could truly fall, there was only a faint afterimage left. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to