Chapter 920: that person

The unbearable pain constantly impacted An Yi and An Er's soul, stimulating the nerves of both of them.
The monks in the venue heard An Yi and An Er's roar, and they were all moved.
Many of them have performed cruel punishments on others, but they have never heard such a screaming scream.
It's like, in the abyss of despair, suffering endless torture, the wailing of evil spirits who can never climb out of the abyss.
The monks even heard An Yi and An Er's roar, asking for death.
At this time, the cultivators truly felt the horror of the Nine Emperors.
Seeing the miserable situation of Anyi and Aner, the cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, and the enthusiasm in their eyes could not help but diminish a little.
Under the worship of the Nine Emperors, the crowd became more awed and fearful.
Zhang Ziling raised his eyes to look at An Yi and An Er who were hung in the air, his eyes flashing red.
The black chains became tighter and tighter, and they directly broke the bones of the two of them. The chains were embedded in their flesh and their flesh and blood turned out.
"what!!!"
The blood dripped with the chains, forming a pool of blood on the auction stage.
"No, don't!" An Yi and An Er's faces became distorted, their eyes filled with fear and pain, "Please, please!"
laugh!
The chain shrank suddenly, and the whole venue was quiet at this instant. An Yi and An Er were cut into several segments in an instant, fell to the ground, and were immersed in blood.
A group of monks stared at the fragments on the ground in a daze, and their bodies began to tremble slightly. Many monks had their legs weakened because of fear and could no longer stand, and fell to the ground.
When the silver-faced man with twisted limbs saw that An Yi and An Er died like this, he was completely desperate.
He originally hoped that Anyi and Aner could send out the distress signal and let the companions of the Shadowgate to rescue them...
But as An Yi and An Er died, the silver-faced man's only hope was shattered.
Losing his belief in survival, the silver-faced man could no longer sustain his serious injury, and his breath began to weaken rapidly.
thump!
At this moment, the two cloned women directly fainted to the ground, and Zhang Xiaoyou also fell to the floor, covered in cold sweat.
"How, how?" Zhang Xiaoyou found that his heartbeat was getting more and more intense, always feeling that something big would happen next.
She began to lose strength all over.
Zhang Ziling noticed Zhang Xiaoyou's strangeness, his eyes changed slightly, and he instantly hugged Zhang Xiaoyou in his arms.
"Xiao You?" Zhang Xiaoyou's changes had no signs, and even Zhang Ziling hadn't noticed it in advance.
"I, I... I'm a little tired, and I don't have any strength all over." Zhang Xiaoyou kept sweating, looking at Zhang Ziling and said with difficulty, weak.
Zhang Ziling's spiritual power instantly wrapped Zhang Xiaoyou's whole body, and Zhang Xiaoyou's body was checked all over, but nothing was unusual at all.
"How come?" Zhang Ziling frowned slightly, and checked Zhang Xiaoyou's body again, but he still found nothing unusual.
However, Zhang Xiaoyou's muscles began to shrink gradually, and his heart continued to accelerate.
Every cell in her body seemed to stop functioning somehow.
Life is hanging by a thread.
Zhang Ziling could 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, and could only allocate energy to treat them.
The human body is too complicated. Zhang Ziling needs to simulate the function of each cell while maintaining the normal operation of each organ of the three persons. This is also a great burden for Zhang Ziling's not yet fully restored spirit.
How can every person's cell count billions?
"Is it the reason for the cloning?" Zhang Ziling lowered his eyes, holding Zhang Xiaoyou quietly, and constantly sending spiritual power.
"you you……"
"Called brother." Zhang Ziling looked at the weak Zhang Xiaoyou and softly corrected.
Hearing what Zhang Ziling said, Zhang Xiaoyou was taken aback for a moment, then pursed his pale lips and smiled.
"Brother, brother, will I... die?"
"No." Zhang Ziling lowered his head, his eyes were covered by the shadow of his hair, and he couldn't see the expression in it.
"Yeah." Zhang Xiaoyou nodded, arched into Zhang Ziling's arms with all his strength, but failed because of weakness.
Zhang Ziling noticed Zhang Xiaoyou's behavior and hugged Zhang Xiaoyou a little bit tighter.
Feeling Zhang Ziling's powerful strength and body warmth, Zhang Xiaoyou felt inexplicably at ease, and his fierce heartbeat seemed to slow down a bit.
The monks in the venue looked at Zhang Ziling quietly, holding their breath.
Although they didn't know what happened just now, the bodies of Anyi and Aner were still soaked in a pool of blood, but they knew...now is not the time to speak.
Inexplicably, the atmosphere in the entire venue became dull, and a layer of sadness was faintly overcast.
In the private room, Chen Caiwei looked at Zhang Ziling tightly holding Zhang Xiaoyou who suddenly fell, moving her toes lightly, and was about to move forward, but was stopped by Li Shuangyan.
Chen Caiwei looked at Li Shuangyan in a daze, only to find that Li Shuangyan was looking at her, frowning slightly, and shook her head slightly.
Chen Caiwei stopped her impulse and looked in the direction of Zhang Ziling again.
No one knows exactly what happened, but everyone knows...
You shouldn't talk now, just watch it 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.
Nothing happened before, why suddenly?
"It's none of your business." Zhang Ziling said softly, "Don't talk, just relax."
This is the first time that Zhang Ziling has used spiritual power on such a large scale to simulate every function of every cell in the human body. Even DNA replication and transcription must rely on spiritual power to provide power. It is huge and complicated and requires precise work. Zhang Ziling is at the same time Maintain the functioning of the three trillions of cells.
This is something that even a saint cannot do.
It is no longer possible to nourish the three of their cells with spiritual power alone. Only when Zhang Ziling personally analyzes and imitates every function of human cells can the three of them function properly.
It is easy to kill a person, but to save a person... all kinds of difficulties.
"Brother, are you tired?" Zhang Xiaoyou couldn't help but ask softly when seeing sweat on Zhang Ziling's forehead for the first time.
"It's just not used to it." Zhang Ziling replied.
To complete such a large amount of complicated work in a short time, this is indeed the most difficult thing Zhang Ziling encountered when he returned to the earth.
To resurrect a person requires countless blood sacrifices, in order to absorb the essence of everyone's life, and use countless people's blood to reshape a person's body. Obviously... what Zhang Ziling is doing now is more difficult than resurrecting a person!
And do three jobs at the same time!
"Evil Emperor...you fellow..." Zhang Ziling lowered his eyes, holding Zhang Xiaoyou's hand, shaking slightly.
"Yes... it's me."
At this time, the silver-faced man behind Zhang Ziling stood up a little twisted, with a gloomy voice in his mouth.
At this moment, the space seemed to freeze, even the light did not move, everything was frozen in one place.
Even the dust floating in the air fell silent under the freezing light.
time……
Stopped.