Just when Li Ji was still thinking nonsense, the boat had already docked on the beach.

It's really a sandy beach, not a tidal flat, and it's as white as fine grains of salt.

Ji Weiqi had already taken the first step, Li Ji gritted his teeth and immediately followed.

As soon as he stepped on the beach, Li Ji noticed the extraordinaryness of this place.

A hot feeling came straight up from the soles of his feet, and when Li Ji hesitated, he inserted his hand into the sand again.

Suddenly he felt a burst of heat, and hurriedly pulled out his hand, Li Ji looked at the green plants around him, his eyes were full of surprise, how did these green ones grow up?

Looking at the distant Ji Weiqi, Li Ji hurriedly quickened his pace, and the deeper he went into the island, the more surprised Li Ji became.

The spirit grass that could be seen everywhere was wantonly exuding its fragrance, and even if he smelled it, Li Ji felt that his whole body was surging.

This is all things nourished by aura, and Li Ji can't help but think of the story that Xiubai told himself.

His planetary aura has been revived, and the grass, trees, and beasts have awakened their bloodlines, not only in terms of size, but even individual beasts have awakened their natural powers.

Many mythical things also entered the earthly world, and the first batch of cultivators began to snatch cultivation resources, and the situation began to be turbulent.

The monks began to challenge the authority of the government, and individual people began their own dictatorship, and they presented themselves as gods.

And Xiubai is employed by the government, and his task is to "kill gods"!

Under Li Ji's realization, relying on the domineering "puppet", Xiubai's team has begun to kill gods.

Li Ji sometimes feels that this experience of Xiubai is even more exciting than his "protagonist".

After all, it's Wasteland Rising, who doesn't want to watch it?

But ah, everyone is the master of life, and everyone's story is worth recording.

Maybe not in the annals of history, but in the inheritance of generations.

……

The source of all this is aura, Li Ji took a deep breath, he didn't know what aura was.

But when he thought of Li Qingshan's "soaring" master, he felt creepy.

What exactly is an immortal, and what is this aura cultivation to the end?

Li Ji couldn't afford to think about it anymore, and as soon as he looked up, Ji Weiqi disappeared!

Worst! Li Ji hurriedly looked left and right.

He is now beginning to regret why he didn't cultivate his sword, why don't he take off with his sword at this moment, and still lose that little finch with him?

Just when Li Ji was worried, a head poked out of the herbs in front of him.

A baby fat little Taoist boy, wearing a wide Taoist robe on his body, looked extremely ill-fitting.

I saw this little Taoist boy, laboriously pulling up his sleeves and picking the fruit, this little doll picked it very seriously.

wiped the sweat from his forehead, kept his pigtails, and glanced at Li Ji, who was at a loss in front of him.

"You're the one who landed with the sparrow?"

Li Ji nodded hurriedly, people who can call Mingque directly, must not be treated with common sense.

Looking at Li Ji, who had a modest attitude, the little Taoist boy rolled up his sleeves, wiped his nose, and said pretending to be profound.

"Then come with me......"

Li Ji couldn't help but take a few more glances at this Taoist boy, no matter how he looked at it, he was a half-old child, how could he pretend to be old?

"Follow in my footsteps, don't take the wrong path, every grass and tree here is changing all the time."

"Well, I'm tired of the trail."

"Uh-huh~"

"You are the one who drew the iron sword! Tell me! Tell me! What it feels like that sword to be pulled out! ”

Well? How does this little kid know? Could it be that he is an old monster?

Li Ji's footsteps stopped suddenly, he looked at the little star Taoist boy in front of him, and couldn't help but dispel the suspicion in his heart.

How can there be an old monster with such a heavy curiosity, and besides, this cultivation is too low, so it can be worthy of building a foundation.

"How so?"

"Hurry up, pick up the point and say! Take advantage of the fact that the master is not here! ”

"Pretty cool ......"

"Wow~"

"Dare to ask Xiaodao Chief, your master?"

Looking at the little Taoist priest who was dancing, Li Ji couldn't bear to break his happiness for a while.

"My master, my master is too Qingxuanzi, he wants to see you, Mingque should be there too, come with me."

Taiqing Xuanzi!!

Li Ji suddenly chuckled in his heart, if you ask who is the most mysterious among the Ji clan, except for the Ji Zu who has no head and no end in the dragon, it should be this Taiqing Xuanzi.

Some people say that this Taiqing Xuanzi is a friend of Ji Zu, and some people say that this Taiqing Xuanzi is the biggest hero of Ji's Dingding Southeast.

Alchemy, Qi Observation, and Fortune ...... Healer, Swordsman, Beastmaster......

It seems that there is no such thing as Taiqing Xuanzi, and he saved Mingque's life back then.

Now that such a person wants to see himself, he is a brother and brother to that Ji Zu, will he see anything......

Li Ji began to panic in his heart, and his hesitant steps still aroused the dissatisfaction of the little Taoist.

"Hurry up! I'm afraid I'm going to go out of the mountain! ”

Clenched his fists tightly, Li Jixin crossed and followed.

Lao Tzu still has a life, wave up!

……

"Xiaodao Chief, are you alone on such a big island?"

The little Taoist's eyes turned around, he had never seen any kind of person as a Taoist boy of Taiqing Xuanzi.

Don't look at his young age, the people he sees, and the things he has experienced, I'm afraid that he is not weaker than some old monsters.

"And Master, anyway, I'm alone when I come to this island."

"I don't know what the little Taoist name is?"

Li Ji handed the little Taoist a storage ring as he spoke, and the little Taoist looked at the inconspicuous ring and wanted to refuse, but curiosity drove him to accept it.

Although this is just an ordinary storage ring, not high-end, the Taoist boy who has usually seen too many good things, is extremely curious at the moment, what kind of things will the sword drawer in front of him who has entered the eyes of the master give out?

With a sweep of his senses, Xiao Daotong's eyebrows and eyes slowly stretched, and when Li Ji saw this, a stone in his heart slowly fell, only to see that he put away the second storage ring without leaving a trace, which was much more luxurious than the previous one.

In fact, the things in the storage ring are very simple, that is, some handmade toys, plus some villain paintings, about some strange things, ghosts and demons.

This storage ring belonged to the sixth donkey, and was confiscated by the lord of Wuyu Mountain in Shengjing City.

Li Ji thought that this guy took the lead in violating the law, but he didn't expect that this guy had collected such a bunch of things.

Li Ji still remembers that the donkey Lao Liu snorted and tearfully told about the thirty years of grinding and grinding that had not seen the light of day.

It can be said that the listener is sad, listening to tears, according to the donkey Lao Liu, he is making up for his childhood.

In Li Ji's opinion, this donkey Lao Liu is just farting, he purely likes to collect some colorful gadgets.