Chapter 2418 2421 I Will Pay Back What I Owe You in My Previous Life

In the memory of the previous life, in order to save Ye Yanran in that life, she shed a lot of blood, and it was not until the blood of the two people was completely integrated that she saved her life.

In order to save Jiang Qiqi in that lifetime, her Shenwu Samurai Soul kept shrinking, and her strength did not know how much.

To save Yi Xingtian, both the blood of the gods and the virtual soul of the gods must be used. How could it be so simple!

"As long as you're willing to save her, I'll take you to find Rangli and Futian. Only I can find them." Seeing Mu Hanyan's changing expression, Zhan Yuan said.

Mu Hanyan gave Zhan Yuan a deep look. In his previous life, the scene of being attacked and killed by him poured into the gushing sea again.

Should she believe him? Perhaps, everything about Yi Xingtian is true, but don't forget that both Ranli and Futian are from the Continent of Gods. Who can guarantee that this is not a conspiracy made by Zhan Yuan and them?

With the tragic experience in the previous life, how could she trust Zhan Yuan, not to mention, the hatred between them was never shared.

"I know, it's hard for you to believe my words." Zhan Yuan sighed, suddenly turned his palms over, five fingers like knives, and stabbed 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 his fingers slammed hard.

"Kick!" With the crisp sound, the sternum snapped, Zhan Yuan flicked his wrist, and the broken sternum was thrown at Mu Hanyan's feet.

"I will pay you back what I owe you in my previous life. I will suffer a hundredfold of the pain you endured." After speaking, Zhan Yuan turned his palm over and inserted it into his chest again.

"Kick, click, click, click..." In the crisp sound, he actually broke one sternum with his own hands and threw it at Mu Hanyan's feet.

His chest had long been torn to pieces, and if he looked through his eyes, he could even see the beating heart and the wriggling internal organs. The air was also filled with thick blood.

Cold sweat rolled down Zhan Yuan's knife-slashing cheeks, his fingers trembled slightly, but he did not 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 at Mu Hanyan's feet, then his left hand.

The two palms waved alternately, cutting the flesh and skin on the body piece by piece, falling down like a thousand knives.

So bloody and so cruel.

Zhan Yuan's teeth trembled slightly, he clenched his teeth fiercely, and a hazy fog appeared outside him, and a black flame swayed up, burning the hazy fog.

The fog was twisted and struggled, as if making a silent howl.

Soul Festival! This is the Burning Soul Soul Festival!

However, it is obvious that Zhan Yuan burns the soul not to temporarily improve his strength, but only to feel the most severe pain. His stern face was finally twisted and deformed due to extreme pain, and his eyes became red.

Although the higher the strength, the stronger the ability to bear the pain, but even so, he can't bear the broken bones and tendons, thousands of swords, the pain of burning the gods, not to mention that his strength has fallen 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." Zhan Yuan gasped and said, twisting his wrist and stabbing at his heart.

"Enough." Mu Hanyan finally spoke.

The scene in front of her was completely unexpected. Ask yourself, that kind of pain is hard for even her to bear, and more importantly, it is not someone else who shoots, but himself.