Chapter 917 In the Name of Ziyou, Follow My Surname Zhang

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With the death of the big man, the noisy venue fell silent at this moment, and everyone stared blankly at the Nascent Soul powerhouse who suddenly shot.

"Young Master!!! I want you to die!" After a while, a shrill scream came, and another strong man at the peak of Nascent Soul roared, charging towards the killer Nascent Soul cultivator just now.

"Hahaha! Everyone is going to die! No one can snatch me!" The Nascent Soul cultivator who killed the killer laughed frantically. The two strong men collided at this moment, and the violent spiritual power swept away all around, swept away. There was a large area of ​​monks flying around, and the venue became a mess.

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When the other cultivators saw someone take action, a killing intent that could not be suppressed suddenly appeared in their hearts, and their eyes gradually turned red.

"Quack...you, you...have to die!" In the midst of the scattered cultivation, a cultivator suddenly erupted, directly blasting the head of the cultivator next to him, and blood spattered.

"Hey, what are you doing... ah!!!" A cultivator ripped off his arm and roared in pain.

"Crazy, crazy!" Some monks screamed in horror and flew upwards quickly, avoiding the indiscriminate attacks that some monks threw into the crowd.

In this chaotic scene, even a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, as long as he is a little careless, will be killed in the group attack.

In the venue, flesh and blood splattered, and blood stained the ground.

Many people don't know why they are fighting, but now the fighting has started, if you don't do it, you will only be killed by others.

Then...

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"kill!!!"

Crazy shouts of killing sounded in the venue, and the tone was full of madness. Each monk started to become more and more vicious. Many monks who were still sane were forced to get involved in this fight, struggling to support themselves for self-protection. on.

The defensive array around the venue was highlighted, and terrifying spiritual energy was exhaled in it, making the venue extremely rich in spiritual energy. The recovery speed of each cultivator's spiritual energy was extremely fast, even the cultivator who had one leg and one hand chopped off could still An extremely terrifying power erupted, like a perpetual motion machine.

An Yi and An Er had playful smiles on their faces, and the bloody scene in the venue made them feel extremely happy.

"Stupid mortal, with such an unsteady will." An Yi chuckled, looking at the monks with contempt in his eyes, "Let's fight like this, whoever lives to the end will give you a big gift."

"We don't need our master at all. Just a few simple words can make these people kill each other. People in the Chinese cultivation world... I'm so disappointed." An Er shook his head, but the corners of his mouth Still smiling and contemptuous.

"The so-called nine emperors are nothing more than a little." An Er squeezed his fist full of explosive power, and the black light flashed in his eyes.

On the 36th, in the corner of the auction platform, he looked at the hell-like venue with some trepidation. He was very helpless and his body trembled slightly.

"Why, why...why did it become like this?" No. 36 blamed herself a little, always feeling that the way the venue became now has a lot to do with her.

Suddenly, Thirty-Six found himself in a shadow, and a pair of delicate boots appeared in his sight.

No. 36 was stunned for a moment, then raised his head slowly, he saw Zhang Ziling looking at her calmly.

"You..." Seeing Zhang Ziling appear on the 36th, there was a hint of joy in her eyes that she didn't even notice.

Number 36 wanted to call Zhang Ziling, but he didn't know what to call him.

Afterwards

Jiyuan looked at the confused number 36, the corner of Zhang Ziling's mouth curled slightly, squatted down slightly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the head of number 36, and scratched her tall nose.

Zhang Ziling's black robe was stained with bright red blood, and there was also a lot of blood on his right hand.

Zhang Ziling calmly looked at No. 36 whose face was still wet with tears, and extended his hand to No. 36.

The blood on Zhang Ziling's palm gradually evaporated, and the palm became white and clean.

No. 36 looked at Zhang Ziling, opened his mouth slightly, but was unable to speak.

"Get up, I have everything." Zhang Ziling said softly to No. 36, "No one can hurt you, and you."

No. 36 stared blankly at Zhang Ziling, feeling inexplicably relieved, and tears rolled in his eyes again.

For some reason, No. 36 always felt that Zhang Ziling gave her a very reliable feeling, which made her want to rely on Zhang Ziling for everything.

But obviously he has never seen him at all!

Why is this happening?

No. 36 became more and more puzzled, only Zhang Ziling was left in sight, and the fight in the venue seemed to have nothing to do with her.

An Yi and An Er were still immersed in their own pleasure, enjoying the beauty of the blood flowers blooming in the venue, as if they didn't notice Zhang Ziling's existence at all.

"That's..." In the private room, Li Shuangyan and Chen Caiwei were already standing by the window, and they both froze when they saw Zhang Ziling on the auction table through the bloody venue.

Around Zhang Ziling, there seems to be a strange kind of peace and tranquility.

In this violent and bloody venue, it seemed extremely strange.

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"I, who am I...?" No. 36 looked at Zhang Ziling, with a little confusion and hope in his eyes, "Master called me No. 36, am I...really artificial? "

Enemy Keyuan Kudi Qiusuo Yuexian was alone, "That's..." In the private room, Li Shuangyan and Chen Caiwei were already standing by the window, and they saw Zhang Ziling on the auction table through the bloody venue. stunned.

"Why do I feel so at ease when you appear in front of me?"

No. 36 looked up at Zhang Ziling and asked a series of questions.

Looking at the confused No. 36, Zhang Ziling's mouth curled slightly, squatted down slightly, reached out and rubbed No. 36's head, and scratched her tall nose.

"Silly girl, you...are my sister." Zhang Ziling smiled and said softly.

"Sister..." After hearing Zhang Ziling's words on the 36th, something seemed to be touched deep in his heart, "I, I..."

"Isn't it man-made?"

"Well." Zhang Ziling said softly, "You are the same as everyone else."

"That master he..."

"Didn't he tell you that he wants you to forget him?" Zhang Ziling whispered, "You will follow me in the future."

"Follow you?" Thirty-six asked.

"Well, you will follow me in the future." Zhang Ziling held No. 36's weak and boneless hand, "In the name of Xiaoyou."

"Xiaoyou?" Number 36 said softly once.

"In the name of Ziyou, follow my surname Zhang." Zhang Ziling smiled, "The name may be a bit vulgar, but let's go."

"Zhang Xiaoyou?" No. 36 broke into a smile, "My name is Zhang Xiaoyou!"

The voice of No. 36 entered An Yi and An Er's ears, causing An Yi and An Er's expressions to change suddenly, and they turned around quickly.

"You!" An Yi saw Zhang Ziling appearing on the auction stage, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was shocked.

Zhang Ziling didn't look at An Yi and An Er, and said softly to No. 36: "You stay here and don't move..."

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