In the memory of the previous life, in order to save Ye Yanran in that life, she shed an unknown amount of blood, and it was not until the blood of the two of them completely fused together that her life was saved.
And in order to save Jiang Qiqi in that life, her martial soul kept shrinking, and her strength did not know how much it dropped.
If you want to save Yi Xingtian, you need to use both the blood of the gods and the soul of the gods, and it's not that simple!
"As long as you are willing to save her, I will take you to find Yan Yao and Fu Tian. Only I can find them." Seeing Mu Hanyan's changed expression, Zhan Yuan said.
Mu Hanyan took a deep look at Zhan Yuan. In his previous life, the scene of being attacked and killed by him flooded into Yonghai again.
Should she take his word for it? Perhaps, everything about Yi Xingtian is true, but don't forget that Yan Liao and Futian are both from the Continent of Gods. Who can guarantee that this is not a conspiracy set up by Zhan Yuan and them
With the miserable experience in her previous life, how could she trust Zhan Yuan credulously, not to mention, the hatred between them was utterly irreconcilable.
"I know, it's hard for you to believe my words." Zhan Yuan sighed for a long time, suddenly turned his palm over, fingers like knives, and heavily inserted into his chest.
Blood gurgled out.
"What are you doing?" Mu Hanyan looked at Zhan Yuan in surprise.
Zhan Yuan didn't answer, but exerted force with his fingers.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the breastbone snapped, and with a flick of Zhan Yuan's wrist, a broken breastbone was thrown at Mu Hanyan's feet.
"I will pay you back what I owed you in the previous life. If the pain you endured, I will suffer it a hundred times." After speaking, Zhan Yuan turned his palm and inserted it into his chest again.
"Crack, click, click, click..." Amidst the crisp sound, he actually broke the sternum with his own hands and threw them at Mu Hanyan's feet.
His chest had long been torn to a bloody mess. Looking through his eyes, he could even see a beating heart and wriggling internal organs. The air was also filled with thick blood.
Cold sweat rolled down Zhan Yuan's cheeks like a knife and an axe, and his fingers were trembling slightly, but he didn't stop.
With a wave of his left hand, it swept across his right shoulder like a blade, and a piece of flesh and blood fell to Mu Hanyan's feet, and then his left hand.
The two palms waved alternately, cutting the flesh of the body piece by piece, falling down, like a thousand pieces of knife.
So bloody, so cruel.
Zhan Yuan's teeth trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, a hazy mist appeared outside his body, and black flames fluttered up, burning the misty mist.
The mist twisted and struggled, as if wailing silently.
Soul sacrifice! This is the Burning Soul Sacrifice!
However, it is obvious that Zhan Yuan burned his soul not to temporarily increase his strength, but just to feel the most severe pain. His stern face was finally distorted and deformed by the extreme pain, and his eyes became red.
Although the higher the strength, the stronger the ability to bear the pain, but even so, he couldn't bear the pain of broken bones, tens of thousands of knives, burning gods, not to mention that his strength had already declined sharply.
"I have suffered a hundred times the pain you have endured. As long as you are willing to save Xingtian, I can also pay you back this life." Zhan Yuan panted and said, twisting his wrist, stabbing towards his heart.
"Enough." Mu Hanyan finally spoke.
The scene in front of her was completely beyond her expectation. Ask yourself, that kind of pain is hard for even her to bear, and more importantly, the person who made the move is not others, but himself.