Can a foundation building monk kill a great monk at the peak of the Yuan Infant?

The answer is definitely not, think about it or not, there is absolutely no luck, it is impossible to even hold a peerless magic weapon.

So can the Tsukiji Monk injure a great monk at the peak of his infancy? Even if it is the slightest chance of cutting off a strand of his hair, cutting a sleeve of his coat, and cutting a piece of his skin?

The answer is yes.

That's what I'm doing.

Dao, magic, magic, I just let go of all my thoughts and let my mind sink into emptiness. I didn't use the thunder aura, but shook the Void Palace, shook my Dao base, and shook out a wisp of ethereal aura. It turned into a sword qi, disappeared in an instant, and slashed into the void in front of me in an instant.

From one comes to two, from two to three, and from three to all things.

I don't know what this trace of ethereal qi that I found to the extreme is it. All I know is that I have a feeling that I can do what I want to do with it.

The wrath of the common people, blood spattered in five steps!

Within five steps, they are all enemies, killing and forgetting themselves, and there is no life and death!

I just want to see if there is still blood in my heart, whether there is still impulse in my feelings, and whether there is recklessness in my spiritual wisdom to easily abandon life and death. Just like I did in that world before, I knew that I would definitely die, that I would definitely be hunted down by drug dealers, corrupt cops, mutinous agents, and degenerate special forces, and be swallowed up by that dirty world, but I still chose to be "Rambo", and then calmly faced the tragic and bloody fate.

I'm Chen Guanshui!

Not a robot!

Not even a heartless wooden man!

So thank you Daoqing, you dead woman can hurt me and think about moving me, and I can also easily throw away your life for you and let you move for me! Hurt each other, I will insert a knife in your heart, you will insert a knife in my stomach, who is afraid of whom?

Hahaha······

As soon as the sword comes out, then I don't want anything anymore, just mobilize everything I have in my body, dissect all the aura in this world that does not belong to me, grab my "sword" in the thousands of purple and red rays of colored light, and slash at the body of "Lin Nineteen".

"Huh, what a strange little one!"

I saw in the brilliant void, in front of my "sword edge", the red that had been distorted to the point of being indistinguishable, and in the center of the countless hideous and terrifying demons, there was a clear bright red, like a circle of light, and on a cluster of multicolored lotus flowers sat a beautiful middle-aged man with a long beard and flowing flowing.

"Since you can see me, then you have a fate with me, and you will receive my sword. ”

Then something flew in front of me and disappeared, and I felt as if something very bad had happened. But in the next second, I forgot the fact that "I had seen him", and I forgot what he looked like, and even more so what he said.

I could only feel him smile slightly: "It turns out that the little guy has another fate, then good, I'm waiting for you in Longkong Mountain." ”

What do you mean?

Then I passed out.

To put it more bluntly, it was the first time I entered the Goldfinger space at a time other than midnight. I was "thrown" in, "beaten" in, "knocked" in.

Straight from the top of the Goldfinger space, smashed through everything all the way, smashed straight to the bottom, and smashed out a deep big hole.

Then, I watched as countless red mist poured in from the hole behind me. The red points of light as fine as dust instantly filled the entire space, manifesting either celestials, gods and Buddhas, immortals, or celestial maidens, dragons and tigers, or demons, or ghosts, or flesh and blood graveyards, or bright heavens, or spiral hells, or mechanical airclaves. As long as what I thought in my heart, what I once knew in the previous world and this world, as long as I once deduced it, all appeared in front of me.

Five giants who reached to the sky wielded huge swords and slashed everything in heaven and earth; hundreds of mountain giants wielded weapons and fought on the sea, rivers, mountains, grasslands and hills; countless knights wore thousands of insignia and coats of arms and fought bloody battles anywhere between heaven and earth; more goblins, fragile bodies, and thin armor, but wielded sharp swords, killing people's heads and making a mess; more dusty mortals, living in pain in this world.

Listen, this is the sorrow and lament of the world, the sorrow and resentment, the clarion call to destroy the world, the conscription order that makes me abandon all hypocrisy and disguise, and the ambition to bury this heaven and earth.

Then I understood.

The last thing I wanted to face was a situation that arose.

Here I want to popularize the basic common sense of the cultivation realm. That is, when the aura is at its purest, it reaches an absolute extreme that can be compared with the "Dao", even if the cultivator is just a small cultivator who cultivates the qi, he can still see the Dao Ancestor who combines that aura and occupies that heavenly Dao.

So I did something stupid.

With the help of the power of the Golden Finger Space, I really brought the power of the Ethereal Root to the extreme, and really found the purest and most suitable Origin Aura. It's like when everyone else was still playing with protein macromolecules, even at the cellular level, I've gone down to the order of quarks. Then I was taught to be human by a powerful being hiding in the quark plane.

"Lin Nineteen" was born in Longkong Mountain and is a big figure in the Lin family. And behind Longkong Mountain, is the Fourth Dao Ancestor May Great Demon King Lin Yuse. It is said that this Dao Ancestor is rarely seen on the ground, but there are many legends circulating. It is said that many, many people have seen him in the void and the brilliant void, and then he has slashed a sword. Most of them died, and only one in 100,000 survived, and then they practiced all the way to the Yuan Shen to get their memories back.

Can I say I'm lucky?

Or can I curse my doom?

I can't remember what I've seen, and there's nothing left. Even the power of the Goldfinger Space can only tell me, "I once met a person, in the deepest part of the aura", but I can't restore his appearance.

But the Goldfinger Space is still worthy of the name "Goldfinger", and there is no hesitation at all, when all the red smoke pours in, or it can be said that it is simply "swallowed" in, and the space immediately freezes. No matter the devil, no matter the gods or Buddhas, no matter everything, they were all beaten into embodied "books", and then they were thrown into the huge library above one by one, and sealed into different bookshelves according to the size of the danger.

That's a lot, a lot of it, more than I produced in the previous year. Almost instantly, what had previously occupied only a small corner of the stacks was now filled with a thick layer.

Then I added a lot of questions to the bottom layer that needed to be deduced. Like what:

"What kind of method and path should I use to chase Xie Daoqing and let her be my woman?"

"What are the 10 most urgent things I need to face after the foundation is built?"

"After the battle of Dongboshan, what will be my position in the Shangyang Palace system? What kind of policy will the higher authorities adopt for me, and what kind of response will I make?"

"After the foundation is built, I will have the option to leave Lianyun Peak and go out to travel, which route should I choose, where to go, and which sects to visit?"

"In the Lianyunfeng system, what kind of comprehensive response strategy should I adopt after today?"

"If I get Dongbo Mountain, what should I do with it?"

"If I get a vassal state, what should I do with it?"

"Do I continue to practice the Dao Technique of the Shangyang Palace System, or do I go to find the Sword Technique of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?"

"Is it a good thing or a bad thing that I met that person?"

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I spent twenty-four hours in the Goldfinger space, calculating many, many problems, deducing many possibilities, and listing the responses I could implement below.

However, when I did wake up, I realized that the world was turning faster than I thought!

Who has ever seen a trumpet version of "Lin Nineteen", five years old, very cute, very cute, very soft little Lori, lying in my arms like a puppy, sniffing up and down the little nose, sniffing left and right, touching around with a pair of small hands, and screaming loudly: "Why do you have a familiar smell on you? Why? Why do you slash me, I have to become smaller? What did you do?"

"yes, what the hell did you do?" a woman next to her interjected with a smile, her finger lightly tapping on the little ass of "Lin Nineteen".

"Lin Nineteen" immediately rushed over like a kitten with the tip of its tail pinched, and when it came to her, it was a burst of slamming, digging out the mountain shaking peaks, and digging out two large balls of plump flesh in the two little hands changing shape: "Du You, you bully me, I won't play with you anymore!"

Du You!

I was stunned.