Although the physique of the Divine Beast is completely different from that of a human being, when the Divine Beast advances to a certain level, it can also transform into a human form and practice the same exercises. From a cultivator's point of view, there is no essential difference between divine beasts and human beings, even everything in the world.

Relying on the spiritual connection with the streamer, even if the strength is completely lost at this time, it is not difficult for Mu Hanyan to find its pulse.

Under the pricking of the golden needle, the blood at the wound gradually coagulated, and the chaotic aura in the little unicorn's body also calmed down, but the vitality continued to pass, its body gradually became cold again, and the sparkle in its eyes gradually disappeared, becoming empty.

Mu Hanyan's expression changed drastically, even Wu Yazhi and Zhou Jilin's most proud Nine Turns of Heaven and Earth Divine Needle Technique couldn't stop the flow of vitality of the streamer, and its injuries were obviously more serious than he imagined.

Mu Hanyan worked hard to refine the divine martial arts, and finally condensed a trace of divine thought. forcibly condensed the divine thoughts, and there was a tingling pain in her mind, and her face became pale, without any blood, but Mu Hanyan couldn't care so much, and probed this trace of divine thoughts that had been condensed with great difficulty into the body of the streamer.

"Streamer!" only "looked" at it, Mu Hanyan hugged the gradually cold body of the streamer tightly, and tears finally burst out of his eyes.

She guessed correctly, the last blow before the bully was seriously injured not only shattered the fragile meridians of the streamer, but even its heart veins were split from it and shattered into four pieces.

Although Wu Yazi and Zhou Jilin's Divine Needle Technique could seal its meridians and even its divine thoughts, it could not seal the heart veins that were broken into several pieces, let alone prevent its vitality from passing away.

With such an injury, even if she was in the Holy Court Continent and had a strength comparable to that of the Sword Saint, she was afraid that she would be helpless. After all, the streamer is still a divine beast after all, not a human being, even if the essence of cultivation is the same, the body at this time is still very different from a human being, whether it is itself or Mu Hanyan, it cannot completely break through the boundaries of the race for the time being.

"What should I do, what should I do?" Mu Hanyan's heart fell like an ice valley, and he took out a large number of pills, even colorful soul beads, and fed them into Liuguang's mouth.

Although she knew that the possibility of relying on these pills and colorful soul beads to save the streamer was very small, Mu Hanyan must not watch it die in front of her eyes, even if there was only a slight chance, she would never give up.

It's a pity that everything she did was in vain, even if she gave the streamer one colorful soul bead after another at any cost, she still couldn't stop the passage of its life.

"Streamer!" Mu Hanyan let out a sad cry and hugged the streamer tightly into his arms.

From the initial strange beast egg that accidentally smashed on the top of his head, to the birth of the little piglet, and then to the appearance of the young master of the unicorn, Mu Hanyan witnessed every step of the growth of the streamer. For her, the streamer is by no means as simple as a sword pet, but a partner and even a relative who is connected to her blood and heart.

Holding the streamer's increasingly cold and weak body, every scene of the little guy from childhood to adulthood, all the bits and pieces flashed from his mind quickly, and Mu Hanyan's heart seemed to be torn apart, hurting into the bone marrow.

"The light of God shines on the earth, gives life to all things, and sings in the wind, Anunarabhoje Hashane, Bernyanana Zihoya......" In his ears, suddenly came the low chant of Gao Weihu.

"Brother Gao, you will also sing a hymn to life!" Mu Hanyan turned his head in surprise.

It was not the first time that Mu Hanyan had seen the wonder of the hymn of life in Sikong Qinglan, and he had practiced curiously for a while, but at this time, his spiritual power was exhausted, and even the use of divine thoughts became extremely difficult, so he naturally couldn't use it, but he didn't expect Gao Weihu to understand this divine technique.

"Don't forget that I am also a priest of the Temple of Life. Gao Weihu grinned, then condensed his divine thoughts and continued to chant in a low voice.

Compared with Sikong Qinglan, his chanting is more low and powerful, as if he goes straight to the depths of his soul, which is also because his strength is one realm higher than Sikong Qinglan.

Mu Hanyan was already in despair, and there was a glimmer of hope.

Gao Weihu sang and danced with his hands and feet, and his body was fat as soon as possible, but his movements did not have the slightest sense of clumsiness, but there was a little strange beauty.

Mu Hanyan looked at Gao Weihu hopefully, and his heart trembled. From the front, Gao Weihu didn't have much of an unusual appearance except for his pale face, but when he turned around, the blurred flesh and blood injuries on his back that were almost visible were chilling, and Mu Hanyan knew how heavy his injuries were.

"Brother Gao, your injury ......," Mu Hanyan said in a trembling voice.

"It doesn't matter, you can't die yet, save your sacrifice first. Gao Weihu just finished singing the first hymn, waved his hand and said indifferently.

That being said, Mu Hanyan clearly saw the corners of his mouth twitching painfully when he waved his hand.

With Gao Weihu's chanting, a clean and flawless light appeared out of thin air, enveloping the little qilin's body, its vitality was obviously slower, and a few rays of divine light were restored in its empty eyes. However, Gao Weihu's face became even paler, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Relying on that faint divine thought, Mu Hanyan was keenly aware that while the condition of the little qilin 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 of his spiritual power, as long as he didn't forcibly burn the power of his divine thoughts, it would actually have no effect on his body, let alone the rapid flow of vitality like Gao Weihu.

Mu Hanyan's heart sank, and it was only then that she noticed that there were still a lot of differences between Gao Weihu's life hymn and Sikong Qinglan, a little less mysteries of the unity of heaven and earth, and more reluctantly.

After a little thought, Mu Hanyan understood that the hymn of life is the secret of the Flower Rain Temple, and it is also the magic that the Flower Rain Temple is most proud of. Although the Temple of Life is the superior temple of the Twelve Temples, these twelve temples do not actually include the Temple of Flower Rain. The status of the Flower Rain Temple is transcendent, strictly speaking, it is not under the Temple of Life, so the praise technique transmitted by the Temple of Life is not as good as the Temple of Flower Rain.

Even if Gao Weihu's strength was one realm higher than that of Sikong Qinglan, it would not be enough to make up for the gap in the divine art itself. Forcibly using the hymn of life to treat the streamer will definitely cause great damage to his body, even at the cost of sacrificing his vitality.

"Brother Gao......" Mu Hanyan looked at Gao Weihu, and his heart was moved, worried, and hesitant. wants to stop Gao Weihu, but this is the only chance for the streamer, you can't just watch it die in front of you, for a while, Mu Hanyan fell into a dilemma.