After this formation was fully formed, Luo Fan's mind moved, and he took a step, and through the incomparably close connection between the forces that constituted the formation in his mind, he directly passed through that layer of mysterious formation and stepped into the formation.

This formation can be completely isolated from inside and outside, and even Luo Fan's perception and sight can be completely isolated, if you want to understand the mystery of the shadow of the saint who is wrapped in it, it is naturally impossible to be outside this formation-although through the connection between himself and the power, Luo Fan can also perceive the mysteries of the shadow of the saint, but after all, it is a layer of barrier, and the difficulty of perceiving it is naturally much more difficult than direct perception. If you want to get something, you need to put in a lot more effort.

If there is no way at all, he will naturally admit it, but as long as he steps into it, he can change such a fact, and he naturally has no reason not to choose so.

Stepping into that formation, what Luo Fan saw was a void that was not big or small, probably tens of thousands of zhang square.

In this void, the shadow of the saint is only a small piece, which looks like the size of an ordinary person's shadow, suspended in the center of the void, except for this shadow, there is nothing else in this void, not even rules and laws, let alone any vitality and the like.

This array of potential energy is completely isolated from a qiē connection, and naturally has the function of separating the void and expanding a piece of the void in it. With the appearance of such a void at this time, it is also extremely natural.

Looking at the shadow in front of him, Luo Fan did not hesitate, took a step, and came to the side of the shadow.

When he approached the three-foot radius of the shadow, he felt a mysterious aura rushing over his face. This breath is very mysterious, wrapped in this breath, Luo Fan's heart shook violently, as if the origin of the entire life was being oppressed by an unimaginable way, as if the thing in front of him was a kind of existence that was far more noble than him, and he felt the mystery of this thing. will overwhelm him, and even the source of life is suffering from oppression that is enough to destroy him.

Sensing this breath, a shocked but abrupt look appeared in Luo Fan's eyes.

Shocked, naturally, this is just a shadow. actually has such a power, so that he is ashamed of himself in front of him, and feels that he is countless times weaker than it.

But suddenly, it was this kind of power that made him even more sure that this shadow was the shadow of the saint. Only the supreme being, which is associated with the saint, can produce such incredible power, and only such power. is worthy of the shadow of this saint.

However, after all, it is only a shadow. Even if it is a mysterious anomaly, even if the power it has is even comparable to the realm of the Convergence Dao, that is, the power comparable to the powerful existence of the quasi-saint Zhongcheng, under the control of the complete will, it does not pose too much threat to Luo Fan - there is no target, the will that cannot be condensed in one place, no matter how strong it is. Luo Fan was also able to find a thousand ways to resist the damage it caused to himself at will.

In the flash of thought in his heart, his figure changed slightly, and in an instant. The terrifying power emanating from that shadow was completely removed, and his physical and mental state was restored to its peak.

Raising his hand and patting it gently, hundreds of thousands of shares of power instantly rushed out of his palm.

As soon as these forces burst out of his palm, they began to change violently in the void, and any one of them began to connect with the other forces in some incomparably mysterious trajectory. In a short time, it had condensed in front of him into a transparent palm that was neither big nor small, just enough to hold the shadow.

As soon as this palm is formed, there is a sense of control, and the charm of a thorough qiē comes out from it, so that any living being will know that this palm is a supreme existence that can make a qiē mystery as soon as they see this palm.

This palm. It's nothing else, it's the combination of power that Luo Fan created specifically for his own perception of the saint's shadow, which can carry his will and can also comprehend the saint's shadow in the simplest and most direct way.

Of course, this combination of forces is made up of hundreds of thousands of forces. But after all, it was only created by Luo Fan in a hurry, so its function was extremely single, and it didn't even advance its single effect to the extreme, but at this moment, it was enough. At least compared to how much better he used his perception to comprehend the shadow of the saint.

With a thought in his heart, Luo Fan raised his hand and grabbed the shadow.

In the blink of an eye, he had already wrapped the shadow and held it in the palm of his hand.

This combination of power carried his will, just like his body, and when this hand grasped the shadow of the saint, Luo Fan felt as if he had swallowed the shadow of the saint directly into his body.

In an instant, an indescribable sensation entered his mind from the place where the palm of his hand touched the shadow.

This feeling can't be described in words, wrapped in this feeling, Luo Fan only felt as if he had suddenly been hit by an incomparably lofty and incomparably profound realm.

That's right, you were struck by the realm.

Almost at the same moment, he felt that his mentality, his perspective, his worldview, and his perception of the universe had undergone earth-shaking changes.

In a trance, he seemed to have become an incomparably powerful, incomparably mysterious being, as if he had stepped into a new world that he had never dared to imagine before.

In this world, his desires and emotions as a normal creature have completely disappeared. What remains is a will that is grand and lofty, incomparably close to the Great Dao, incomparably close to chaos.

What you see in your eyes, what you hear in your ears, and what you think in your heart are completely different from before. What he had so desperately wanted in the previous moment, to understand from the shadow of the saint the mystery of his cultivation, seemed so insignificant at this moment that it could hardly provoke any fluctuations in him, and could not produce any fluctuations that would make him act on them.

It's not that he's completely forgotten his previous desires, it's not that he's completely lost his memory. There was no loss of his memory, he completely remembered Yiqiē, remembered all the experiences he had after stepping on the bridge of this era, remembered that he had a split in the earth universe, an ontology in the desolate world, and a clone in the Tianyuan Great Heaven and Earth, and he was completely clear about what the ontology, the split, and the doppelganger were doing and what they were pursuing.

But, this kind. This qiē, for him at this time, was so insignificant, so boring. Let him rather be there in a daze. I don't want to waste a little bit of energy to complete my previous pursuit.

Although, at this time, it seemed that with just one thought, he could completely break the barrier between the peak of the realm of enlightenment and the realm of merger, allowing him to completely step into the realm of merger......

This process has lasted for an unknown amount of time, it seems that it has been an unknown number of billions of years, and even Luo Fan feels that his memory as a normal creature has gradually blurred. I almost thought that I was born in this state, and it was such a lofty and mysterious time when a warning of dying life came from my heart.

With this warning, a desire to survive suddenly burst out from the source of his life, shaking his seemingly eternal will, making him extremely slow, extremely reluctant, and extremely reluctant to get out of this mysterious state.

When the state is out of place. Suspended in that formation, Luo Fan, who was suspended next to the shadow of the saint, suddenly shook his body, and his eyes that were originally empty and deep were shocked. Suddenly it became extremely bleak. And up and down his body, cold sweat broke out in an instant, and his face became extremely pale.

"It's so dangerous!" Luo Fan spat out these two words, and his body retreated wildly.

The huge palm that he had sent out before, enveloping the shadow of the saint, had already turned into nothingness at some point, leaving the shadow and levitating in front of him.

At this moment, only ten moments had passed since he grasped the shadow of the saint with that hand.

And in his body, all the power has been consumed, his soul, his heart and mind. His perception, even his life source, had been consumed to the point where only an insignificant trace remained. Even his physical body was so fragile that he almost lost the ability to survive in the void.

It's just a short ten moments, and one sixth snaps of the fingers. His strength, body, soul, mind, and even other qiē at the peak of the realm of enlightenment, and only a trivial step away from the realm of merging the Dao were consumed to such a point at this time, such weirdness, such horror, Luo Fan couldn't help but be afraid.

"Good thing my desire to survive is strong enough, otherwise......" The thought flashed through his mind.

This thought flashed through him, and he felt dizzy, and even had the feeling that he was about to fall asleep. This is naturally not because he is afraid to such a point, but because his soul, will, and mind at this time have been consumed to the extreme, and even a few thoughts like this can't be supported.

Knowing that it had reached the most dangerous time at this time, Luo Fan's heart flashed, and this mysterious formation that wrapped the shadow of the saint suddenly shook, and the power of adjusting the time flow speed that was originally stored in it was directly urged to the extreme, and in an instant, the time flow speed inside this formation had increased to an incredible level, reaching tens of thousands of times that of the outside world.

This formation was arranged by Luo Fan in order to isolate the connection between the shadow of this saint and the projection of the initial era of the outside world, and its isolation effect naturally could not be tightly limited to the void, power, rules, and laws, but time was also within the scope of its isolation.

After all, he couldn't fully understand how much connection there was between this saint's shadow and the projection of the initial era of the outside world, and if he wanted to completely isolate the two, lest he should provoke some unfavorable reactions from the projection of the initial era when he realized this shadow, he naturally had to take into account everything he could isolate, which obviously also needed to include time in it.

And since it can isolate time, it means that the inside and outside of this formation are in a completely independent time and space, and since it is a completely independent time and space, it is not surprising to adjust the time flow rate of this time and space and increase the time flow rate.

Although the formation had already changed just by moving his thoughts, Luo Fan still felt an almost irresistible dizziness suddenly hit. It almost made him fall asleep.

Fortunately, he knew very well that if he fell asleep like this, he would probably wake up for hundreds of millions of years, condense his only remaining will, resist the invasion of this vertigo, and barely keep his mind awake.

After that, he directly sat cross-legged in the void and began to urge the realm of the peak of the realm of the Void Realm, allowing his body to generate power at an incomparably astonishing speed, replenishing the power he had already consumed. Let his mind, mind, soul, will, and life source all recover as quickly as possible in this process.

Luo Fan's strength, soul, will, life origin, and mind are all too vast.

Because of this vastness, he was able to recover even as quickly as possible. When he fully recovered and restored all of his qi to his peak state, 100,000 years had passed.

Fortunately, before he practiced pranayama, he barely stimulated the function of this formation to adjust the flow of time, and this 100,000 years was relative to the projection of the initial era. It's only been a year, and it's barely within his acceptable range. If you hadn't wasted these 100,000 years without that last thought, it would be equivalent to a billion years in the outside world, and the end of the Dharma era would have passed by nearly one-fifth, which was almost fatal.

When he came back to his senses, Luo Fan had fear in his eyes and was also happy.

He looked up at the shadow of the saint who had not changed in the slightest compared to 100,000 years ago. He let out a long sigh: "I didn't expect it to be just a shadow, but it's already like this, what kind of existence does a saint have?"

In the past, when Luo Fan was still in the realm of the innate Great Luo, because of his confidence in himself, he dared to speculate and imagine what kind of power the saint had, even if he knew that the saint was an existence that he could not understand, but in the depths of his heart, he would occasionally imagine what the saint should look like. How should the ability be.

But the more he improved his Dao realm, the more he realized the superficiality of his previous imagination.

The more he dared not guess what the saint was and what power he had.

But. No matter how much he speculated on the height of the saint and imagined the divine power of the saint in his strength, at this moment, he still found that he was still a frog at the bottom of the well, and he still looked down on the saint countless times. In other words, no matter how high he placed the saint in his position, at this moment, he still found that he still placed it countless times lower......

The feeling he had felt in the ten moments when he had covered the shadow of the saint with the palm-like combination of power in that palm. It was somehow brought in the shadows, the slightest remnant of the sage's thoughts, and the feeling brought about by the combination of forces pressing on his will.

That feeling is not the feeling of a saint, let alone the fact that he directly incarnates as the saint who left this shadow in the first place.

Rather, what remains of the sage's thoughts is incomparably broken. It has weakened the projection of the saint's mind for a moment, which has been weakened by an unknown number of thousands of times.

Broadly speaking, it can also be called a feeling of a saint. But compared to the feeling of a true saint, it has been simplified by many tens of thousands of times, and compared to being a saint, it has been simplified by hundreds of millions of times.

But this has simplified the feeling of a saint for many thousands of years, for Luo Fan, who has already reached the peak of the realm of enlightenment and is only one step away from being able to break through the realm of enlightenment and attain the unity of the Dao, it is already too powerful to bear and unimaginable.

This trace of thought remains, without Luo Fan's urging, directly pressed on his will like a mountain, and with the help of his will, he extracted a qiē possessed in Luo Fan's body to maintain the momentary mental projection of the saint in it. And, with Luo Fan's immense power, it was enough to easily crush the will of a monk who had not attained the perfection of enlightenment, his mind and mind that had been tempered and extremely tenacious, incomparably stable, that unbreakable and infinitely useful perception, that divine soul that was already so powerful that it was not much worse than the physical body, and so on, so that any kind of existence that could almost achieve invincibility could only bear that moment of thought projection for ten moments, and then it would go straight to the bottom. From this, we can know how incredible the projection of thinking at that moment is.

And Luo Fan's various feelings in those ten moments were not the real saint feelings, but the projections of his thoughts after he forcibly comprehended them with his own realm and then distorted and deformed.

This kind of mind projection is very different from the real mind projection, but it is still possible to see some characteristics of the real mind projection.

In fact, this distortion of mental projections, as if a kindergarten child is trying to understand calculus in his own way, is naturally a huge deviation from the real answer.

It is precisely because of this huge deviation that Luo Fan has that inexplicable feeling, the idea that he seems to be able to easily obtain the answer to the question that he has spent countless thousands of years and hundreds of millions of years pursuing with just a thought. And it was precisely this deviation that made him fall into the kind of disdain for the realm below the saint in the projection of his mind, the kind of disdain for all the ants except himself, and there was no need to pay the slightest attention.

When he understood this, Luo Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Looks like I'm still oversimplifying. The shadow of the saint is indeed not so easy to comprehend the mystery. Such a thought appeared between his mind and mind.

At this moment, he looked at the shadows in front of him that exuded all kinds of mysterious aura, and his heart was filled with an inexplicable sense of frustration, as if he saw a piece of delicious barbecue in front of him, but he couldn't find a place to eat it......)