Leisurely cultivating life

It seems that there is only a trace of Tao and reason projected here from the infinitely high-dimensional time and space, which has never been real.

But even if it's just an imperceptible phantom, this emperor's shadow seems to be always between the infinite certainty and uncertainty, dividing the void and reflecting the vastness.

No matter from different angles, which kind of perception, which kind of divine sense, take a peek at it.

They all give people a feeling and understanding that is like being in the sky, and they cannot be peeped in vain.

But in the blink of an eye, all the visions disappeared.

In the depths of the imperial palace, time and space are empty.

Qi and machine are mixed into one, all dharmas are empty, and everything is empty.

There is no one in the world who can stand shoulder to shoulder, but there is only one person sitting alone on the throne——

Supreme God!

"It's just a dharma body, and it has such power!"

The pupils of the fuzzy figure in the black mist shrank.

But what happened in the next scene made his scalp tingle and his heart felt cold.

Behind Zhou Fan, the emperor's shadow sitting on the throne of the emperor's palace in the center of the worlds, only slowly stretched out one hand, with random movements, as if lightly plucking grain and grass.

But in his eyes, the other party looked like a giant stretching out a huge palm that covered the sky and the sun, trying to grab himself in the palm like pinching a bug.

It seemed like a simple and flat palm, but everything in front of him was curled up in layers between Zhou Fan's fingers, and could only float and flow slightly within its square inch.

Majestic, vast, as if everything in the world is grasped by one palm!

All birth and death cause and effect, order and chaos, sentient beings and ruthless are all-encompassing, and there is a kind of avenue to simplicity, returning to the basics and returning to the truth!

If this palm falls on him, he can be sure that whether he can still exist will be a question mark!

But he seemed to be forgotten, and the force of this palm went straight past him.

Not a speck of dust was stirred up, but the legal net that "includes all legal principles, operates all energies in the world, and all living beings act according to its rules, and there is nothing but it outside the world".

It was like a ball of dough, kneaded into a ball at will.

One move broke his strongest blow.

"Drink!"

There is great terror between life and death!

He didn't regret that his all-out attempt would bring him such a situation.

He just underestimated Zhou Fan's strength. He has only joined Dao Tiandi for a few years, and he didn't even use the four swords. He was defeated with just one move, and he was still facing a life-and-death crisis.

Although I don't know why Zhou Fan didn't kill him first, but broke his own "French Open Recovery".

But no matter what, he will not just sit and wait for death, and then close his eyes and wait for death, this is definitely not his nature.

Even if he could annihilate everything about himself, couldn't he even take a single act of resistance?

What a joke!

Even if he dies, he will die well!

A series of strange dark rays of light transformed around him into a land of death with countless bones sleeping.

The deep and tranquil eternal divine light meanders and flows within it, like a long river.

The Wanyou Grand Formation is his real means of suppressing the bottom of the box, and he has never shown it to anyone.

As soon as the Wanyou Great Formation was set up, it exudes the meaning of eternal purity and death is a peaceful sleep.

Attracting all the surrounding things together, it's like going to eternal sleep.

This attractive force is very strange, if it weren't for Zhou Fan's dharma body 'Supreme Emperor', the whole body's aura would protect the entire Lancui City.

At this time, it is also unknown how many creatures will fall into eternal sleep, and there will be no day of waking up.

Blocked by the 'Supreme Emperor', the Myriad Nether Formation regenerated and changed.

Directly reversed, the eternal divine light turned into a deep, dark river of peace, brushing towards Zhou Fan mightily.

The faint implication of the coming of death is illusory, like the incarnation of the Dao.

This is not what the realm of the heavens can do. It can be said that the blurry figure still shrouded in the black mist has gone all out.

"Crack~~"

There was an imperceptible small sound, like a wisp of light splashing down.

This gathered all his thoughts, and the vast array of power fell on Zhou Fan's body, but it only splashed silky flowers, and even a piece of his clothes couldn't float up!

"Only this level of strength?"

Facing such an attack, Zhou Fan didn't even bother to raise his eyelids a bit more.

In the deepest part of the imperial palace, the emperor's shadow sat on the emperor's seat, as if it were real or illusory.

It seems that there is only a trace of Tao and reason projected here from the infinitely high-dimensional time and space, which has never been real.

But even if it's just an imperceptible phantom, this emperor's shadow seems to be always between the infinite certainty and uncertainty, dividing the void and reflecting the vastness.

No matter from different angles, which kind of perception, which kind of divine sense, take a peek at it.

They all give people a feeling and understanding that is like being in the sky, and they cannot be peeped in vain.

But in the blink of an eye, all the visions disappeared.

In the depths of the imperial palace, time and space are empty.

Qi and machine are mixed into one, all dharmas are empty, and everything is empty.

There is no one in the world who can stand shoulder to shoulder, but there is only one person sitting alone on the throne——

Supreme God!

"It's just a dharma body, and it has such power!"

The pupils of the fuzzy figure in the black mist shrank.

But what happened in the next scene made his scalp tingle and his heart felt cold.