At the moment when Mu Hanyan was pushed away, Mu Hanfeng forcibly blocked the terrifying storm of spiritual thoughts, and was immediately sucked into the center of the storm.
At this time, Mu Hanfeng was already sweating profusely, his whole body was trembling constantly, and traces of blood were seeping from the corner of his mouth, obviously he was in great pain.
His strength was already somewhat weaker than Mu Hanyan's, and he didn't have such a skill as Shenwu Lianpo Jue to strengthen his spiritual sense, and he was still at the center of the spiritual storm, how could he bear it
Before she had time to think about it, Mu Hanyan moved her feet and returned to Mu Hanfeng's side, grabbing him and rushing out.
However, the moment she left, the storm of divine sense erupted violently, completely surrounded them, and spun rapidly around them.
Although the storm was invisible and invisible, Mu Hanyan felt countless sharp swords whirling around their bodies, constantly invading their minds, as if they wanted to tear their souls into pieces.
Even with Shenwu Lianpojue guarding the Lingtai closely, Mu Hanyan still felt the tearing pain in his mind.
"Brother... you... go!" Mu Hanfeng opened his eyes and said to Mu Hanyan with difficulty.
After saying this sentence, he closed his eyes. Even without using his divine sense to probe, Mu Hanyan could feel that his divine sense was dying out at an alarming speed.
"No!" Mu Hanyan shouted up to the sky, his eyes dim with tears.
"Han Yan!" Ye Lan saw that something was wrong, and rushed over.
"Young master." Uncle Yun immediately sent Mu Sha out of the house, and hurried over regardless.
However, it was too late. Even if the last black-robed old man was exhausted long ago, his heart would be ashamed to see the patriarch's soul fly away. He didn't have the thought and strength to stop them, and it was too late.
After all, no one thought that Mu Hanfeng was also in this ancestral hall, and Gui Yumie's self-destructive divine sense was too extreme to cast a forbidden technique, so how could they be prepared
Even if they could save Mu Hanyan, it would be too late to save Mu Hanfeng.
At this time, Mu Hanyan had completely fallen into endless sadness. Through her teary eyes, she looked at her younger brother whose spiritual thoughts were gradually disappearing in her arms, and her heart was broken.
With a long howl, Mu Hanyan activated the Shenwu Soul Refining Art to the extreme. The meridians were shattered one by one, bloodshot, staining her pure white clothes red.
However, this is not enough, even so, it is not enough to resist the terrifying storm of spiritual thoughts, not enough to leave the last chance for his brother. An unprecedented despair arose in Mu Hanyan's heart.
Huayue and the others looked at Mu Hanyan, who was covered in blood, from a distance, and their expressions were also gloomy.
Although since they came to Mu's house, Mu Hanfeng spent most of his time training outside and didn't stay at home much, and he was extremely indifferent every time he saw Mu Hanyan, but, as Mu Hanyan's personal guard , How could they fail to see the brotherhood between the two.
They also know that Mu Hanfeng's personality is the same as that of the Patriarch of Black Rock City, cold outside and hot inside. Although he seldom says anything on the surface, he has always guarded Mu Hanyan in his own way, even his most cherished Hanyan. Xiaojian was given to Mu Hanyan.
As for this younger brother, Mu Hanyan also cared deeply, and even donated a peerless sword like Chixiao Sword to him without hesitation.
If something unexpected happens to Mu Hanfeng, how much damage will it cause to Mu Hanyan? They dare not imagine.
But the storm of spiritual thoughts cast by Gui Yu Mie self-destructive soul was too terrifying. Even though they had obeyed Mu Hanyan's order and escaped from the old house, they still felt the sharp pain in their minds like a knife. The pain was so painful that it was difficult to gather strength, and there was nothing I could do except worry.
Seeing Mu Hanyan screaming up to the sky, with tears streaming down his face in pain, several people were also heartbroken.
Suddenly, Mu Hanyan's whistle became even louder, full of absolute meaning.
A piece of pure white light lingered outside of her body, burning like a raging fire, but with an icy chill, Mu Hanyan's eyes turned blood red.
Huayue and the others could clearly feel that the spiritual storm of Gui Yu Mie had suddenly become much weaker, like ice under the scorching sun, gradually melting.
"What's going on?" Jiang Yuzhe exclaimed.
"God Sacrifice, the young master did not hesitate to burn his divine sense and used the forbidden technique of God Sacrifice!" Huayue was also shocked.
Similar to his blood sacrifice, the technique of divine sacrifice is a forbidden technique that forcibly stimulates the power of divine thoughts to the extreme at the cost of sacrificing divine thoughts. However, compared with the blood sacrifice, the consequences of the divine sacrifice technique are more serious.
The most serious consequence of his blood sacrifice technique is that he will lose some innate profound energy, but unless he uses it unrestrainedly, he will not notice much harm before he is promoted to the Sword Master. Speaking of it, it is impossible to step into the threshold of the Juggernaut in a lifetime, and the consequences can be ignored.
The god sacrifice is completely different. Once the consciousness is damaged, not to mention that Mu Hanyan's future cultivation will be difficult, and it may even be seriously injured, and he will become a delirious walking dead from then on. For a cultivator, that is simply It was worse than killing him.
"No, you must stop the young master!" Jiang Yuzhe also knew the terrible consequences of the god sacrifice technique, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
"Our strength is not enough, and our divine sense is too weak to stop it. Besides, if you really stop him, he will hate you forever." Huayue shook her head and said.
"However, the spiritual storm of Gui Yu Mie is too strong. I'm afraid that even if the young master risked his life, he would not be able to save the second young master." Jiang Yuzhe knew that what Hua Yue said was right, let alone whether they had any plans to stop Mu Hanyan Even if you have the ability, you can't do that, otherwise it will cut off Mu Hanfeng's last vitality, but after hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but say.
Although Gui Yu Mie's spiritual storm had weakened a lot, this was only in relative terms. In fact, no matter for them or Mu Hanfeng, this spiritual storm was still terrifying and tyrannical. Even if Mu Hanyan sacrificed all the power of divine thoughts, he might not be able to save Mu Hanfeng.
As soon as the words fell, Mu Hanyan's body shook violently, and his blood-red eyes looked so empty and lifeless.
Obviously, Jiang Yuzhe was right, even if Mu Hanyan used the technique of blood sacrifice regardless of the cost, there is still a big gap between her divine sense and Gui Yumie's divine sense that was forcibly enhanced by sorcery, and she might risk her life even if she risked her life. Mu Hanfeng could not be saved.
With this crow's mouth, Jiang Yuzhe wanted to give himself a big mouth.
However, no one blamed him, he didn't even say a word on his appearance that always liked to make fun of him, and even had that habitual indifferent smile on his face.
"Don't worry, this is not the first time that Young Master is in a desperate situation. Every time, he can come back from a desperate situation and bring us unexpected surprises. This time will definitely be no exception." Zirong said.