Ji Zilong is not good at tracking and can only roughly judge a direction.
Purple Grape took away his flesh, and also took away all the Eight Treasure Flowers that he had worked so hard to grab.
If Ji Zilong hadn't fought tooth and nail to bring back the Wuji War Puppet, Ji Zilong would have lost even the Wuji War Puppet.
He didn't have much property.
Except for the eight-treasure flower and various elixirs, everything else was meat.
Of course, there were some pots and pans, but this was all Ji Zilong's possessions.
The vast mountains and fields are endless, billowing clouds and mist linger on the mountain tops, forming a spectacular sea of clouds, and the sky above is filled with stars.
During these days in the wilderness, while he was trying his best to track Zi Grape, he was studying the magic disks of Zheng Long and Duan Kong.
As for the two people's dragon rafts and Duan Kong's sword, they were all directly exploded into spiritual energy by Ji Zilong and absorbed.
Only the purple-skinned gourd, he was a little reluctant to part with.
After all, it was a precious and low-grade spiritual weapon.
In fact, Ji Zilong has considered robbing and saping again, but these people seem to be afraid of being robbed recently.
Dozens of people gather together, and Ji Zilong has to think carefully before he wants to make a move.
“Only one person” On this day, Ji Zilong encountered a fork in the road.
When he was struggling with which way to go, a dull disciple suddenly appeared in front of him.
He staggered from a distance and seemed not to notice Ji Zilong.
"Hurrah."
Finally, the business came.
Ji Zilong cheered up.
This business was rare for a single person.
He quickly got into the jungle behind him and waited quietly.
After a moment, the disciple also stopped at this fork in the road covered by weeds.
His eyes were dull.
Facing this fork in the road, he was in a dilemma like Ji Zilong.
He hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to choose.
"Haha, let's do it."
Ji Zilong's cigarette holder snickered, pulled a piece of rag to cover his face, and asked the Wuji war puppet to ambush in a secret area, and then he ran out with a wooden stick.
Bang He rushed behind the man and struck him with a stick, causing the disciple to stagger and fall to the ground.
"Hey."
Ji Zilong had done this kind of thing all the time.
Seeing the disciple fall to the ground, he immediately threw away the stick and went up to search him.
Unexpectedly, before he could move, the disciple miraculously got up again.
Ji Zilong was so frightened that he hurriedly ran back and picked up the big wooden stick.
Ji Zilong never expected that the opponent would not faint after he hit him so hard with the stick.
Feeling that this guy might be more powerful than him, Ji Zilong was ready to run away.
The disciple was speechless.
He looked at Ji Zilong calmly.
His eyes were still dull and lifeless, and he looked like a walking corpse.
"this guy" Ji Zilong was stunned.
This man was a bit too strange.
He looked at him curiously.
When Ji Zilong saw the face of this disciple clearly, he felt bad.
This disciple's face was as pale as paper, and the palms exposed outside his sleeves and robes hung down weakly.
They were as thin as bones.
They didn't look like human palms at all.
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Instead, they seemed to be covered with a layer of skin on a hand bone.
Too scary "Are you okay?"
Ji Zilong swallowed.
He had never seen such a person before.
His appearance was even more terrifying than his own after the anemia relapsed.
The disciple was silent, staring at Ji Zilong with a pair of lifeless eyes.
He just looked at him like this.
Ji Zilong, who had always been bold and bold, felt terrified at the sight of him.
Is this guy sick?
"Ha ha" At this moment, a burst of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from behind Ji Zilong.
When he looked up, he saw that about seventy or eighty people had arrived nearby and quietly surrounded Ji Zilong.
"Brother Bi Yuntao, it was your plan.
Knowing that this guy wouldn't come out because there were so many people, he arranged for a puppet to come out to lure him."
Seeing Ji Zilong, a disciple proudly said to the people around him.
What Ji Zilong saw in front of him was just a lifeless puppet, which was just used to lure Ji Zilong into taking the bait.
"Haha, Brother An Quantao, thanks to the puppet you made yourself.
Although it is not a spiritual weapon, it is enough to be fake.
Otherwise, how could this guy take the bait?"
Bi Yuntao told An Quantao, who was flattering him profusely, that the two had been getting along very well since they got acquainted, and they seemed to be very destined.
All around, the disciples laughed loudly and looked at Ji Zilong with good intentions.
A large number of them had been slapped by Ji Zilong.
"Two senior brothers, now that we have caught this guy, why not grab his things now, divide them equally between us first, and then let him taste the feeling of being buried alive."
A disciple suggested that some time ago, not long after he was buried alive by Ji Zilong, a large spiritual beast passed by his head and almost discovered him.
If he hadn't been clever and kept silent underground, he would have died.
"Hey" Bi Yuntao chuckled.
The leaders of the crowd were him and An Quantao.
He used to be very angry about being buried alive, but then he suddenly realized that Ji Zilong actually had good intentions and did not want them to be killed by ferocious spiritual beasts.
But now that the matter was over, he had no intention of clarifying the matter for Ji Zilong.
Anyway, the two sides had already forged a grudge.
"No hurry."
Bi Yuntao waved his hand and said, "I said exhibitionist, where is Ziputao?"
Almost everyone knows that Ji Zilong formed an alliance with Zi Putao, and it can be said to have harmed many people.
However, only Ji Zilong appeared at this moment.
Bi Yuntao had to act cautiously, just in case Zi Putao was ambushing nearby.
"Hehe, guess what?"
Ji Zilong smiled mischievously.
He already understood that he had been trapped.
The smile on his face was inherently evil and made people feel scared.
"Boy, you'd better talk to us.
Did Zipuo see you fall into the trap and run away?
If so, I'm afraid you will be doomed today."
Bi Yuntao sneered.
Previously, they had planned to catch Ji Zilong and Zipuo in one fell swoop.
Yes, if Purple Grape really escapes, that's okay, the worst is to do it again.
Ji Zilong carefully looked at the puppet who had been slapped by him, his eyes full of curiosity, and he did not expect that An Quantao also followed the path of a puppet.
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"Boy, I have a question for you."
Seeing that Ji Zilong didn't seem to listen to them at all, An Quantao immediately became angry.
"Ask me?"
Ji Zilong raised his head, as if he had just heard what the other party said, he smiled and said: "If you help me catch the purple grape, the Eight Treasure Flowers and other things on her body, I will give them all to you, not even a bit.
I can still help you."
"Only a ghost will believe what you say."
An Quantao pinched his fingerprints, and the puppet standing next to Ji Zilong suddenly burst into flames.
Its chest suddenly cracked and shot out several iron ropes, tightly binding the unsuspecting Ji Zilong: "Search him, and then kill him too."
Buried alive."
A group of disciples immediately stepped forward, like wolves and tigers, and pushed the tied Ji Zilong to the ground.
They thought that Ji Zilong would be scared, but unexpectedly, at this time, he still had an evil smile on his face, gnashing their teeth, wishing to give Ji Zilong a few hard blows.
A big-eared scraper
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