Chapter 918: Collapsed reliance

"Nine, Nine Emperors, you are finally willing to come out of that small private room!" Anyi watched Zhang Ziling block Zhang Xiaoyou behind, walked towards them slowly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then forced to endure the tension in his heart to Zhang Ziling. Said, "How is the excitement?"
Zhang Ziling did not pay attention to Anyi's words, but walked towards Anyi and the others in a hurry.
Seeing Zhang Ziling's face indifferently, An Yi nodded with An Er reality, and then slowly receded back.
Although they had never seen the Nine Emperors, the Nine Emperors were so famous that they were not careful.
"Do you think we are afraid of you?" Anyi continued to shout to Zhang Ziling, her eyes darkening.
However, Anyi and Aner are still retreating, without any ambiguity.
The fighting in the venue continued, and people died at all times. And every time a person dies, the bloodliness of everyone is stimulated again.
The venue was completely red with blood.
"You don't even know what kind of strength our Shadow Gate has. The Shadow Gate you see now...not even the tip of the iceberg."
"And you're just a mere nine emperors, you just gained fame recently...If it wasn't for the rules in the door, when you killed the Dragon Jade Demon Venerable, Lord Digewei would have taken action and killed you."
"However, judging from the strength you have shown...I am afraid that you don't need the big men of the underground guard level to take action. Our master is enough to kill you."
Anyi kept backing away, with a grinning smile on his face, constantly taunting Zhang Ziling.
No matter how Anyi ridiculed, he couldn't hide his jealousy of Zhang Ziling.
Zhang Ziling looked at Anyi calmly, the speed of approaching them did not change at all.
However, the space next to Zhang Ziling began to twist slightly, and a black robe man with a silver mask fell out of the twisted space and hit the floor on the auction stand.
The bright red blood soaked the ground instantly.
The man with the silver mask had a hideous blood hole in his chest, all his limbs were twisted, and his breath was weak.
However, after the man appeared, an extremely mysterious aura radiated from his body unconsciously.
Although the man's breath is weak, judging from that breath grade... it's definitely a cultivator of Tribulation!
After the man appeared, the coercion of the monks during the Tribulation Period immediately filled the venue. After all the monks who were fighting felt an extremely terrifying pressure, they all stopped the fight, and their bodies began to be under the pressure of the Tribulation. Shake voluntarily.
Crossing, Crossing Tribulation monk?
Guru!
When I thought that it was the supreme existence that was just one step short of flying into an immortal... the minds of the cultivators began to tremble, and they couldn't imagine why there would be a cultivator who passed the catastrophe period here.
That... But the supreme existence above the entire world!
The realm where the Nine Emperors are!
"That, that's..." A monk's eyes widened, his blood-stained face was full of horror, and he turned to look at the auction stand somewhat mechanically.
But when he saw the scene on the auction stage, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his brain smashed into nothing.
The monk with a terrifying aura was weakly limp on the ground at this moment, his limbs twisted incomparably, and his breathing was weak.
The blood on the silver mask caused everyone to fall into deep despair.
So, is that monk crossing the robbery?
Such a stimulating scene made the cultivators unresponsive for a while and fell into the ultimate sluggishness.
More and more monks noticed the strangeness on the auction platform, and the venue gradually became quiet. The monks who were fighting each other stood together and looked at the auction platform in a daze. They even forgot to breathe.
How, how is it possible?
After Anyi and Aner saw the man with the silver mask, their expressions changed instantly, infinite fear appeared in their eyes, and their legs began to weaken.
"Master, master?"
Secretly asked the silver-faced man who fell on the ground tentatively, completely unable to believe what he saw.
how can that be!
This member of the underground pavilion stayed outside as long as the dark one and dark two appeared in the venue. He blocked the entire venue and completely isolated it from the outside world, preventing the monks from escaping while observing the changes in the venue.
The task he received was to bring the clones over, throw the venue into chaos, and fight the Nine Emperors when necessary.
As a cultivator of Tribulation, he naturally has the confidence to play two tricks with the Nine Emperors.
But he didn't expect that when everything went smoothly, Zhang Ziling appeared in front of him, and then defeated him easily.
After that, he didn't become human.
The silver-faced man really tasted... what is the ultimate cruelty and pain in the world.
The silver-faced man raised his head with difficulty and looked at Xiang An Yi and An Er, his eyes filled with fear.
He really doesn't understand... why the Nine Emperors are so strong!
"Master!" After seeing the silver-faced man's pupils, Anyi and Aner finally believed what they had seen...their masters, the terrifying existence they relied on, had their limbs broken at this moment, and their chests were bombarded. A blood hole!
At this moment, An Yi and An Er's hearts were filled with infinite fear, their legs were soft, and they fell directly to the floor when they retreated.
"Why, how come?" Anyihe looked at Zhang Ziling secretly and in horror, never expected Zhang Ziling to be so powerful!
"Help, help me..." The silver-faced man weakly appealed to Anyi and Aner for help, completely not what a cultivator of Tribulation should be.
It's so helpless.
The monks in the audience felt extremely chilled when they saw the silver-faced man whose limbs were twisted to exaggeration. The eyes that looked at Zhang Ziling were full of fear, without exception.
How could there be such a powerful person in this world?
The cultivators simply couldn't imagine, what kind of existence can make an existence comparable to a look like this?
Who is he, he... on earth?
At this time, in fact, everyone had an answer in their hearts, but no one dared to think about that.
Don't dare to think about it.
Among the horrified gazes of the surrounding monks, Zhang Ziling didn't care about the silver-faced man who was asking for help, but kept approaching An Yi and An Er.
Zhang Ziling kept the monk Du Jie until now, just to make An Yi and An Er feel desperate for a while.
Death was not what Zhang Ziling wanted.
When they find that their reliance can no longer protect them, the most real weakness in their hearts will be exposed without reservation for Zhang Ziling to trample on them.
"Don't, don't come over!" An Yi and An Er no longer had the confidence they had before, and they looked at Zhang Ziling in horror and yelled.
Now, they really felt the horror of the Nine Emperors.
Cold, and extremely depressed.
Zhang Ziling came to An Yi and An Er with indifferent eyes.
There was silence in the venue, and everyone looked at Zhang Ziling rigidly, not daring to move.
An Yi and An Er, who had frightened them before, fell to the ground like a waste dog, wagging their tails to Zhang Ziling for mercy, and the drama was endless.
Hiss!
Suddenly, the monks in the venue seemed to hear the sound of the chains rubbing, and a trace of doubt flashed in their eyes.
Later, they found that the entire venue was surrounded by black chains exuding devilish air, and behind Zhang Ziling there were chains swinging irregularly, exuding an aura of terror.
Dark air permeated the venue.
When everyone saw the black chain, their horrified eyes became hot at that moment.
This black chain...
"He, he... really is the Nine Emperors!"