Li Ji sighed. It’s not good to go out and be famous! If this is placed in his universe, people in a raft may be able to find the old Taoist Chenyuan who handed water, cooking tea and wiping farts-gu!

"If you think this is not good, I have a small raft, why don't you hang it behind me, and enjoy one for the seniors and sleep in a quiet place. How can you see?"

Chenyuan sighed in the health cabin. It was Li Ji's responsibility to act outsiders. He was not easy to interrupt, and he became more and more messy as he interjected. However, only he who had known this kid for hundreds of years knew that when this kid started talking about seniors and you, it often represented...

Yan said angrily: "As a primordial cultivator, he is so entangled and does not understand the truth! Drag two floating rafts? You are wasting everyone's time!

You don’t do it? Then I will do it!"

Li Ji stood up silently, but did not seal the hole as everyone imagined. Instead, he lifted the coffin and stood behind his back. Everyone heard a deep sigh of an old voice in the coffin...

Then he shook his body and came out of the floating raft, and a spiritual sense spread throughout the raft.

"Come on! In the world of cultivation, whoever keeps his word depends on his subordinates!"

Yan was furious. Whose courage was that a soul dared to be so arrogant in front of his Yang God?

He could not sit in the raft and ignore such provocation. Not to mention just a soul, there is a yang god outside. He must also go out and give him a profound lesson to let him know what awe is and what rules are!

The Taoist of Starry Sky stretched out his hand and still let it go powerlessly. Both of them were above him. At this point, it was not something he could stop. Seeing that a good local tycoon was about to be destroyed, he was helpless.

Why bother with the fight between intent? It’s worth it for a piece of shit and a piss?

As soon as Yan Gang came out of the floating raft, he felt that something was wrong around his body and could not be used in his body. It seemed that something was limiting him. Before he could do anything else, a Taoist carrying a coffin appeared beside him. At a speed that he could not react at all, he cut him in half with a sword!

He was reborn immediately, and the spell was still not allowed to be used. He was still a Taoist who carried the coffin and followed him like a shadow, slashing down with one sword...

There are eighty Taoists in the raft, and they are stunned when they are watching it. They originally thought it was an unexpected excitement in a boring trip, but who knew it was a game of killing chickens!

Lawless, sword slash, rebirth... lawless, sword slash, rebirth... cycle after cycle, cycle after cycle... killing is simple, killing is simply like performing on the stage...

The ninth sword slashed, and suddenly a mass of Tao disappeared into the sky, and it opened clearly beside the floating raft. Under the mysterious and changing light, it reflected dozens of fearful faces in the porthole...

The floating raft sank suddenly, and a Taoist priest walked in with a coffin on his back, but gently placed the coffin against the bulkhead, then turned around and smiled:

"A vulgar person from afar, he can't speak, he does not understand etiquette, and he does not distinguish between high and low. Please forgive me!

Senior Yan has agreed, but you still have any objections?”

Are there any objections? Of course not! In the world of cultivation, speaking roughly, being more anxious, and doing some tricks is not a problem, but one thing must be done, and you must give highlights!

This fierce man was so cruel. He drew his sword to face him with a disagreement. He killed his life with a harsh hand! Even after killing someone, no one really realized that this was a Dharma cultivation? Or a physical cultivation sword cultivation?

An old voice came from the coffin, "You are killing animals again! After talking about you for hundreds of years, can't you speak well?"

Li Ji disagreed, "If the words work, why do you need a sword?"

Chen Yuan sighed, "It is easy to kill creatures indiscriminately, and it is easy to attract the heaven to send you away! Count yourself, how many Yang God has been destroyed? If this continues, the ladder of cultivation will be unbalanced, and it will inevitably be confused..."

Li Ji laughed, "What do you mean is to let me not kill the Yang God, and also bring some Yuanshen Yin God to reincarnate?

I will consider your opinion. They bet on when will the Yang God kill enough to kill hundreds of people? Hehe, are you bullying me? I am not far from fifty years old now. When I kill to ninety-nine, I will naturally not kill. The way of heaven will leave one to escape, which is the way!"

The two of them talked as if no one was around, and the other monks on the raft were covered in coldness. I wonder if what these two people said was true? Or were they swearing? But one thing is that the strength of the True Lord of the Yuanshen is indeed crushing, and no one dared to think about fighting against each other.

The most important thing is that the monks have just begun to carefully consider the differences of the old foundation building. They are definitely not seniors of the family blood, but seniors in the inheritance forces. So, what seniors can make a powerful soul respect him as a senior?

The tone of the old foundation building speech is not the rule that the foundation building and the soul should have. So many things are very confusing.

Li Ji turned his attention to the floating raft control cabin and smiled: "Fellow Daoist, don't pretend to be nothing. Let's discuss and discuss, I'll hang a small floating raft behind your floating raft. Do you think it's a problem? We two spent three thousand purple-clear prices. This is a bit privileged. Isn't it too much, right?"

...In the dark antimatter space, a dilapidated floating raft is running at lightning speed. What is unique is that a small floating raft is dragged behind the floating raft, which looks a bit inappropriate, but after running completely, it does not affect the speed much.

In the cabin, several familiar monks were complaining about the Starry Sky Taoist.

"Starry Sky! Look at what you did! You don't know what others are doing when you pull people onto the raft. If you make such a big bug, everyone will feel up and down, and even breathing will be restless!

Also, you took three thousand Ziqing people? Is this too dark? It doesn’t matter if someone else is a passerby, and you will be killed. If you kill such a person now, if he regrets it, I will see how you end up!"

The Starry Sky Taoist shouted injustice, "You have nothing to do with me? It was all done by Dexu, who was killed that day! He brought the people, and he also collected the inspiration. I just took the boat. Where can everyone ask about the origin?"

Everyone started to scold Dexu again. They were all familiar with each other and were not so polite.

A true king saw that things were clear, "I think that fierce man was not unreasonable. He apologized at the beginning. If the Lord Yan Zhen was not too aggressive, it wouldn't have been... Alas, as long as we don't get in the way of him, we wouldn't have done anything to us!

The most important question now is that if the Lord Yan Zhen died during this journey, what will you do if his sect blames him?”

The Starry Sky Taoist was also worried that he used this floating raft to attract customers to earn inspiration resources, but it was not in vain. He invested a lot in the early stage and made various relationships to make wishes and gave gifts. He sold the money to buy this floating raft. He finally made up for the deficit in the past few years and started to make money, but he didn't want to be kicked out like this.
Chapter completed!