Although the physiques of divine beasts are vastly different from those of humans, when they advance to a certain level, they can transform into human form and practice the same techniques. From the perspective of a cultivator, divine beasts and humans are essentially the same, and this is true of all things in the world.
Relying on the spiritual connection with Liuguang, even if all its strength was lost at this moment, it would not be difficult for Mu Hanyan to find its pulse point.
As the golden needle pierced the wound, the blood gradually coagulated and the chaotic aura in the little Qilin's body calmed down. However, its vitality continued to fade away. Its body gradually became cold again, and the light in its eyes gradually disappeared, becoming empty.
Mu Hanyan's expression changed drastically. Even Wu Yazhi and Zhou Jilin's most proud Nine Revolutions Heaven and Earth Divine Needle Technique could not stop Liuguang's life from slipping away. Its injuries were obviously more serious than she had imagined.
Mu Hanyan desperately practiced the Divine Martial Soul Refining Technique, finally gathering a trace of divine consciousness. As she forced herself to concentrate, she felt a sharp pain in her head, and her face turned pale, devoid of any color. However, Mu Hanyan didn't care about that anymore, and she sent this trace of divine consciousness, which she had finally gathered, into Liuguang's body.
"Liuguang!" After just one "look", Mu Hanyan hugged Liuguang's gradually cold body tightly, and tears finally burst out.
Her guess turned out to be correct. The last blow before Bafeng was seriously injured not only broke Liuguang's fragile meridians, but even his heart meridian was cracked and shattered into four pieces.
Although Wu Yizi and Zhou Jilin's magic needle technique could seal its meridians and even its spiritual thoughts, it could not seal its broken heart meridians, nor could it stop its vitality from slipping away.
Even if she were in the Holy Court Continent and possessed the might of a Sword Saint, she would likely be helpless against such an injury. After all, Liuguang was still a divine beast, not a human. Even though their cultivation was essentially the same, their bodies were still vastly different from those of humans. Neither he nor Mu Hanyan could completely transcend the boundaries of race for the time being.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Mu Hanyan's heart was as heavy as if it had sunk into an icy valley. She took out a large pile of pills, even five-colored soul beads, and fed them all into Liuguang's mouth.
Although she knew that the possibility of saving Liuguang with these pills and five-colored soul beads was very slim, Mu Hanyan could not watch it die in front of her eyes. Even if there was only a slight chance, she would never give up.
Unfortunately, everything she did was in vain. Even though she gave Liuguang one colorful soul bead after another at all costs, she still couldn't stop its life from slipping away.
"Liuguang!" Mu Hanyan cried out in grief and hugged Liuguang tightly in her arms.
From the strange beast egg that accidentally hit her head, to the birth of the piglet, to the majestic appearance of the Qilin Master, Mu Hanyan witnessed every step of Liuguang's growth. To her, Liuguang was more than just a sword pet, but a partner connected to her by blood and spirit, even a family member.
Holding Liuguang's frail body that was becoming increasingly colder, every scene and every little detail of the little guy's life from childhood to adulthood flashed through Mu Hanyan's mind quickly. Her heart seemed to be torn apart, and the pain went deep into her bones.
"The glory of God shines on the earth, giving life to all things. The hymn of life is sung in the wind, Anunarabozhehashane, Beniyanannajiheye..." Suddenly, Gao Weihu's low singing came to my ears.
"Brother Gao, you can also sing the hymn of life!" Mu Hanyan turned her head in surprise.
This was not the first time that Mu Hanyan had seen the magic of the Hymn of Life in Sikong Qinglan. She had also practiced it successfully for a period of time, but now her spiritual power was exhausted, and even using her divine sense had become extremely difficult. Naturally, she could not use it. However, she did not expect that Gao Weihu also understood this divine art.
"Don't forget that I am also a priest of the Temple of Life." Gao Weihu grinned, then concentrated his mind and continued to chant in a low voice.
Compared with Sikong Qinglan, his singing was deeper and more powerful, as if it went straight into the depths of the soul. This was also because his strength was one level higher than Sikong Qinglan.
Mu Hanyan's heart, which had already fallen into despair, now had a glimmer of hope.
Gao Weihu sang and danced at the same time, and his body became fatter, but his movements did not seem clumsy at all, but rather had a strange beauty.
Mu Hanyan looked at Gao Weihu with hope, her heart trembling. From the front, Gao Weihu looked normal except for his pale face. But when he turned around, the bloody and almost bone-covered wounds on his back were chilling. Only then did Mu Hanyan realize the severity of his injuries.
"Brother Gao, your injury..." Mu Hanyan said in a trembling voice.
"It doesn't matter, you won't die yet. Save your pet first." Gao Weihu had just finished chanting the first verse of the hymn and waved his hand indifferently.
Although he said so, Mu Hanyan clearly saw the corners of his mouth twitching in pain when he waved his hand.
As Gao Weihu chanted, pure, flawless light appeared out of thin air, enveloping the little Qilin. The rate at which its vitality faded noticeably slowed, and its hollow eyes regained a few rays of divine light. However, Gao Weihu's face grew even paler, and his entire body trembled slightly.
Relying on that faint divine consciousness, Mu Hanyan keenly noticed that while the little Qilin's condition had improved slightly, Gao Weihu's vitality was dissipating at an alarming speed.
I remember that when Sikong Qinglan performed the Hymn of Life, although it would cause great loss to his own spiritual power, as long as he did not forcibly burn the power of his divine consciousness, it actually had no effect on his body, and his vitality would not be lost as quickly as Gao Weihu.
Mu Hanyan's heart sank. It was only then that she noticed that there were still quite a few differences between Gao Weihu's hymn of life and Sikong Qinglan's. It lacked the mystery of the unity of heaven and earth, and seemed more forced.
A fleeting thought dawned on Mu Hanyan. The Hymn of Life was the Flower Rain Temple's undisclosed secret, its most proud divine art. While the Life Temple was one of the Twelve, these Twelve did not actually include the Flower Rain Temple. The Flower Rain Temple held a preeminent position, strictly speaking, not beneath the Life Temple. Therefore, the Hymn of Life's divine art was superior to that of the Flower Rain Temple.
Even though Gao Weihu's strength was one realm higher than Sikong Qinglan's, it was still not enough to make up for the difference in divine arts. Forcibly using the Hymn of Life to treat Liu Guang would inevitably cause great damage to his body, even at the cost of sacrificing his vitality.
"Brother Gao..." Mu Hanyan looked at Gao Weihu, feeling touched, worried, and hesitant. She wanted to stop Gao Weihu, but this was Liuguang's only chance. She couldn't just watch him die before her eyes. For a moment, Mu Hanyan was caught in a dilemma.
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