In her memories of her previous life, in order to save Ye Yanran from that life, she shed countless blood, until the blood of the two completely merged into one, which saved her life.
In order to save Jiang Qiqi in that life, her divine warrior spirit continued to shrink, and her strength declined by an unknown amount.
If you want to save Yi Xingtian, you need both the blood of God and the divine martial soul, which is not that simple!
"As long as you are willing to save her, I will take you to find Cang Liao and Fu Tian. Only I can find them." Seeing Mu Hanyan's changing expression, Zhan Yuan said.
Mu Hanyan looked at Zhan Yuan deeply. The scene of her previous life when she was ambushed and killed by him once again flooded into the sea.
Should she believe him? Perhaps everything about Yi Xingtian was true, but don't forget that Chang Liao and Fu Tian were both from the Continent of Gods. Who could guarantee that this wasn't a conspiracy between Zhan Yuan and them?
Given the tragic experience she had in her previous life, how could she possibly trust Zhan Yuan? Moreover, the hatred between them was irreconcilable.
"I know it's hard for you to believe what I say." Zhan Yuan sighed deeply, suddenly turned his palm over, and his five fingers were like knives, stabbing heavily into his chest.
Blood gushed out.
"What are you doing?" Mu Hanyan looked at Zhan Yuan in surprise.
Zhan Yuan did not answer, but instead exerted force with his fingers.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the sternum broke. Zhan Yuan flicked his wrist and threw the broken sternum at Mu Hanyan's feet.
"I will repay you for everything I owe you in my previous life. I will feel the pain you endure a hundred times more." After saying that, Zhan Yuan flipped his palm and inserted it into his chest again.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack..." With crisp sounds, he broke the ribs one by one with his own hands and threw them at Mu Hanyan's feet.
His chest had already been torn into a bloody mess. Looking through, one could even see his beating heart and wriggling internal organs. The air was also filled with a strong smell of blood.
Cold sweat rolled down Zhan Yuan's cheeks, which felt like they were cut by a knife or chopped by an axe. His fingers were trembling slightly, but he did not stop.
With a wave of his left hand, it swept across his right shoulder like a knife blade, and a piece of flesh with blood beads fell at Mu Hanyan's feet, and then, it was his left hand.
The two palms waved alternately, cutting the skin and flesh on the body piece by piece, and the pieces fell off, as if being cut into pieces by thousands of knives.
So bloody and so cruel.
Zhan Yuan's teeth trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth fiercely. A hazy mist shadow appeared outside his body, and black flames floated up, burning the hazy mist shadow.
The fog shadow twisted and struggled, as if uttering a silent howl.
Soul Sacrifice! This is the Soul Sacrifice of Burning the Divine Soul!
However, it was obvious that Zhan Yuan's burning of his soul wasn't intended to temporarily boost his strength, but simply to experience the most intense pain. His stern face finally twisted and distorted in extreme pain, his eyes turning crimson.
Although the higher the strength, the greater the ability to withstand pain, even so, he could not withstand the pain of broken bones and tendons, being cut by thousands of knives, and being burned by flames, not to mention that his strength had already declined significantly.
"I have suffered a hundred times the pain you have endured. As long as you are willing to save Xingtian, I can return your life to you." Zhan Yuan said breathlessly, twisted his wrist, and stabbed towards his heart.
"Enough." Mu Hanyan finally spoke.
The scene before her was completely beyond her expectations. Honestly, even she would have found it difficult to endure such pain. And more importantly, the one who had done it was not someone else, but him.
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