XXIII. The ancestor of the prodigal son

That long tongue turned out to be like a white python, and flew straight towards Ji Zu.

The looming enchantment over the Jade Hall did not play any role in blocking it at all.

And Ji Zu here didn't look a little flustered, he just stood in place so calmly, looking coldly at the long white tongue that was coming quickly.

The long tongue stopped before Ji Zu's three zhangs, and Li Ji was also able to get a glimpse of the incomparably distorted scene in front of him.

On the tip of the white tongue, the folds were twisted, and an old human face gradually formed!

The eyebrows, the corners of the mouth, the nose, and even the subtle folds on the forehead all look like ordinary people.

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Run, it's not a game! 》Twenty-three, the ancestor of the prodigal son is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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