Chapter Nine Hundred and Twentieth that Person

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The unbearable pain kept hitting An An An Er's soul, stimulating the nerves of the two of them.

The cultivators in the venue heard the roars of An Yi and An Er, and all of them didn't move.

There are many of them who have performed cruel punishments on people, but they have never heard such a shrill scream.

It was as if, in the abyss of despair, the wailing of the evil spirit who was tortured endlessly and could never climb out of the abyss.

The cultivators even heard the roar of An An An Er, asking for death.

At this time, the monks really felt the horror of the Nine Emperors.

Seeing the tragic appearance of An Yi and An Er, the cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, and the frenzy in their eyes could not help but reduce a bit.

Under the worship of the Nine Emperors, everyone felt a little more awe and fear.

Zhang Ziling raised his eyes and looked at An Yi and An Er who were hanging in the air, red light flashing in his eyes.

The black chains got tighter and tighter, directly breaking the bones of the two of them, the chains embedded in their flesh, and the flesh turned out.

"what!!!"

The blood dripped with the chains, forming a pool of blood on the auction table.

"No, no!" An Yi and An Er's faces became distorted, with fear and pain in their eyes, "Please, please!"

laugh!

The chains shrank suddenly, and the entire venue became quiet at this moment. An Yi and An Er were instantly cut into several sections, smashed to the ground, and submerged in blood.

A group of monks stared blankly at the debris on the ground, and their bodies began to tremble slightly. Many monks lost their legs because of fear, and could no longer stand up and fell to the ground.

The silver-faced man with twisted limbs was completely desperate when he saw An Yi and An Er die like this.

He originally expected An Yi and An Er to send out the distress signal and let the companions of the Shadow Gate come to rescue them...

But with the death of An Yi and An Er, the silver-faced man's only hope was dashed.

lost faith in survival,

The silver-faced man could no longer support his serious injury, and his breath began to become weak rapidly.

thump!

At this moment, the two cloned women fainted directly to the ground, and Zhang Xiaoyou also fell to the floor, covered in cold sweat.

"How, how?" Zhang Xiaoyou found that her heartbeat was getting more and more violent, and she always felt that something big would happen next.

She began to feel tired all over.

Zhang Ziling noticed Zhang Xiaoyou's strangeness, his eyes changed slightly, and he walked over and hugged Zhang Xiaoyou in his arms.

"Xiaoyou?" There was no sign of Zhang Xiaoyou's change, even Zhang Ziling didn't notice it in advance.

"I, I... a little tired, and I don't have any strength in my body." Zhang Xiaoyou was sweating continuously, looking at Zhang Ziling and said with difficulty, weak.

Zhang Ziling's spiritual power instantly wrapped Zhang Xiaoyou's whole body, and he checked all of Zhang Xiaoyou's body, and found nothing unusual at all.

"How come?" Zhang Ziling frowned slightly, and checked Zhang Xiaoyou's body again, but still found nothing unusual.

However, Zhang Xiaoyou's muscles began to gradually shrink, and his heart continued to speed up.

Every cell in her body seemed to have inexplicably stopped functioning.

Life, hanging by a thread.

Zhang Ziling can only use spiritual power to simulate the function of Zhang Xiaoyou's body cells to maintain Zhang Xiaoyou's body normal.

As for the two fallen women, Zhang Ziling also found the same thing in their bodies, so he could only devote his energy to saving the two of them.

The human body is really too complicated. Zhang Ziling needs to simulate the function of every cell and at the same time maintain the normal operation of every organ of the three people. This is also a big burden for Zhang Ziling, who has not yet fully recovered his soul.

Why are there millions of cells in each person?

"Is it the reason for cloning?" Zhang Ziling lowered his eyes and hugged Zhang Xiaoyou quietly, constantly delivering spiritual power.

"you you……"

"My brother." Zhang Ziling looked at the weak Zhang Xiaoyou and corrected her softly.

Hearing Zhang Ziling's words, Zhang Xiaoyou was stunned for a moment, then pursed her pale lips and smiled.

"Brother, brother, am I... going to die?"

"No." Zhang Ziling lowered his head, his eyes were covered by the shadow of his hair, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Yeah." Zhang Xiaoyou nodded, and tried her best to arch into Zhang Ziling's arms, but she failed because of her weakness.

Zhang Ziling noticed Zhang Xiaoyou's actions, and hugged Zhang Xiaoyou a little tighter.

Feeling Zhang Ziling's powerful strength and body warmth, Zhang Xiaoyou felt an inexplicable peace of mind, and her heartbeat seemed to slow down a bit.

The monks in the venue looked at Zhang Ziling quietly and held their breath.

Although they didn't know what happened just now, the bodies of An Yi and An Er were still soaked in a pool of blood, but they knew... now is not the time to talk.

Inexplicably, the atmosphere of the whole venue became dull, and there was a layer of sadness.

In the private room, Chen Caiwei looked at Zhang Ziling hugging Zhang Xiaoyou who had suddenly fallen, and moved her toes slightly. She was about to move forward, but was stopped by Li Shuangyan.

Chen Caiwei stared blankly at Li Shuangyan, but found that Li Shuangyan was looking at her, her brows furrowed slightly, and she shook her head gently.

Chen Caiwei stopped her impulse and looked in the direction of Zhang Ziling again.

No one knows what happened, but everyone knows...

Don't talk now, just watch quietly.

"Why, why did it become like this?" Zhang Xiaoyou looked at Zhang Ziling and asked with some doubts. She suddenly felt a little heavy on her eyelids, as if she couldn't support it with her own strength.

Obviously nothing happened before, why suddenly?

"It's none of your business." Zhang Ziling said softly, "Don't talk, take it easy."

This is the first time that Zhang Ziling has used spiritual power to simulate every function of every cell in the human body on such a large scale. Even DNA replication and transcription relies on spiritual power to provide power. The work is huge and complicated and must be precise. Maintain the functioning of three trillions of cells.

This is something that not even a saint can do.

The three of them could no longer be nourished by spiritual power alone. Only by analyzing and imitating every function of human cells could Zhang Ziling make the body mechanism of the three of them work normally.

Killing a person is easy, saving a person... all kinds of difficulties.

"Brother, are you tired?" Zhang Xiaoyou asked softly when she saw Zhang Ziling's forehead for the first time.

"It's just that I'm not used to it." Zhang Ziling replied.

To complete such a large amount of complex work in a short period of time, this is indeed the most difficult thing for Zhang Ziling to encounter when returning to Earth.

Reviving a person requires countless blood sacrifices, just to absorb the essence of everyone's life and use the blood of countless people to reshape a person's body. Obviously... what Zhang Ziling is doing now is even more difficult than resurrecting a person!

And three jobs at the same time!

"Evil Emperor...you bastard..." Zhang Ziling lowered his eyes and held Zhang Xiaoyou's hand, trembling slightly.

"Yeah...it's me."

At this time, the silver-faced man behind Zhang Ziling stood up in a twisted manner, with a gloomy voice in his mouth.

At this moment, the space seemed to freeze, not even the light moved, and everything was frozen in one place.

Even the dust floating in the air was quiet under the fixed light.

time……

stopped.

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