"Why do you want to do it too?"
Ji Zilong raised his head.
Even though his body was covered with swords and even though he was dripping with blood, he was still smiling, with a slightly evil aura.
It made people's hair stand on end and made them feel horrified.
This scene frightened the disciples who were guarding the Iron Prison Peak and their hearts trembled.
Is this still a human being?
His body was already covered with swords and blood was obviously flowing all over the ground.
Why could he still laugh?
Ji Zilong silently glanced at him.
These people only felt their scalps numb.
This little thief was really terrifying.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have died of pain.
"Hmph, this is what you get for offending our Huangji Mansion, little thief, you brought this all on yourself."
Seeing Ji Zilong, a disciple smiled coldly, raised his hand, and pulled the long sword from Ji Zilong's body.
The sword was pulled out, and blood immediately spurted out.
"Ah" Ji Zilong trembled, twisted his body slightly, and let out an ecstatic moan.
"Wucao" and the others suddenly felt numb and cursed in their hearts.
"It's too bad, hurry up."
One disciple really couldn't stand Ji Zilong's cry.
He gritted his teeth and quickly stretched out his hand.
Others around him felt speechless and couldn't help but speed up.
"Ah, uh, uh, uh," Ji Zilong groaned, and the scene just now seemed to be happening again.
"I, Cao, I can't stand it anymore."
One person covered his ears and ran away.
If Ji Zilong were a woman, his screams might make these people enjoy it and even enjoy it, but he was a man, and his screams were really too lewd.
Soon, these people pulled out all the sharp blades from Ji Zilong's body in three strokes, and one by one they quickly left the cage and hid outside as if they were running for their lives.
In the cage, Ji Zilong breathed a long sigh of relief at this moment and silently glanced at his spiritual sea.
He still could only reluctantly sacrifice the magic plate, but he was unable to perform the spiritual method.
"It's really capsized in the gutter."
Feeling that the blood deficiency syndrome seemed to be relapsing, Ji Zilong sighed, gritted his teeth slightly to endure the pain in his body and the bite of the heart-eating dragon scorpion, and began to try to break through these seals.
He had to at least allow himself to summon the ancient bronze coffin and take out some meat to replenish his blood.
As time passed, Ji Zilong gradually fell silent and began to try to break through the restrictions in his body.
"Zilong."
At sunset, a gentle call suddenly came from Ji Zilong's ear.
Ji Zilong opened his eyes blankly, but saw no one around him, and then he remembered that it was the sound of a spiritual sound insect in his ear.
"Who are you?"
Ji Zilong asked in confusion.
He was 100% sure that he didn't know this person at all.
"With so many brothers sneaking into various factions together, you must not remember me, Zilong, how are you injured now?"
the person asked via voice transmission, with deep worry in his tone.
"Oh" Ji Zilong's eyes lit up.
"Not bad, just missing some meat."
Ji Zilong grinned, his blood energy had begun to be crazily devoured by anemia.
"Do you need anything else?"
the man asked.
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"Can you get the elixir to heal the soul?"
Ji Zilong asked.
"This is a bit difficult, but it's not a big problem.
Just keep writing down the time.
My fellow disciples and I are trying to rescue you."
After saying this, the person on the other side quickly cut off the communication.
Ji Zilong breathed a long sigh of relief, and then remembered that after the Hundred Kingdoms Battle, a large number of brothers from Long Chi Kingdom and the gentlemen infiltrated various factions.
He cheered up a little, and forcibly resisted the devouring disease of blood deficiency.
Ji Zilong fell silent again. , began to try to break through the seal of Palace Master Huangji.
Time passed by, and when night completely enveloped the sky, the disciple who had previously delivered tea to Huang Dingtian appeared again.
He walked through the night and entered the Iron Prison Peak with a lot of food.
He gently pushed the food into the cage, gave Ji Zilong a meaningful look, and then left quietly without saying anything to Ji Zilong.
Ji Zilong understood clearly and ate up the fragrant meal with big mouthfuls.
He saw two red elixirs the size of finger eggs appearing at the bottom of the bowl.
He picked up two spirit pills and put them to the tip of his nose and smelled them, and a very abundant blood energy spurted out.
In terms of grade, it was actually several times more powerful than the blood energy pills that Leng Jiudao had refined for himself.
Ji Zilong was overjoyed and immediately threw these elixirs into his mouth and quickly refined them.
The rolling blood quickly flowed into Ji Zilong's body, but it did not immediately integrate into his body, but turned into a line of small characters.
"The Ninety-eight Evolution Techniques of the Imperial Way are really powerful.
I must try my best to avoid direct contact with you.
These elixirs were bought by me and my senior brothers at a high price in the market overnight.
They are soul-based elixirs.
One of them will come over later.
The patrolling senior brother sent it."
When Ji Zilong finished reading, these small words quickly turned into waves of blood and quickly integrated into Ji Zilong's body.
In the blink of an eye, Ji Zilong felt that less than half of the blood consumed in his body had recovered.
The devouring symptoms of blood deficiency also appeared in Ji Zilong's body.
It was relieved a lot at this moment.
Although it was still not enough for Ji Zilong to completely eliminate the blood deficiency syndrome, it made Ji Zilong feel a lot more relaxed.
In the middle of the night, the disciple who delivered the food came again, and with him was a disciple who was responsible for patrolling.
This man Ji Zilong looked very familiar, but he didn't know his name because he was from another city in Longchi Kingdom.
After following the disciple who sent the meal in for an inspection, he suddenly frowned.
"What's going on?"
He glanced at Ji Zilong, who immediately frowned.
Outside the Iron Prison, a group of people heard the words and rushed in immediately.
"The Great Elder has ordered not to let his soul be injured, but just now I saw that his soul pattern area has been damaged.
Are you lynching him?"
the man asked loudly.
"Brother, we don't have one.
How dare we not have the elders' orders?"
The disciple guarding the Iron Prison was so frightened that he even forgot to check Ji Zilong's soul pattern area.
"Could it be that I did it?"
The disciple raised his eyebrows and said immediately: "This matter is of great importance.
I must report your dereliction of duty to the elders immediately."
After saying this, this disciple will leave.
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This scene immediately frightened the others.
The great elder had specially ordered that Ji Zilong’s soul should not be hurt.
If the elder knew about it, he would definitely be severely punished.
When they saw this group of people, they all knelt down with a thud, and then started begging bitterly. .
"Hey" the patrolling disciple sighed in embarrassment.
"Well, I don't want to embarrass you too much, but it is true that this little thief's soul mark area was injured.
We are all in the same family, so I will not pursue it, but the great elder will definitely come again tomorrow.
If you want to survive, Just hurry up and find some good soul elixirs and give them to him."
After the disciple was in trouble for a while, he spoke softly
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