A sad smile blossomed on Hua Youyue's face, but two lines of tears fell in the air and fell on the bone mountain, splashing crystal clear water all over the ground.

Everyone was looking at Hua Youyue with a dazed look on their faces. That kind of beauty almost made the whole world dim, and that kind of endless nostalgia made everyone feel as if their hearts had stopped beating.

Even though Hua Youyue fell into confusion again the next moment, the beauty of that moment was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone present.

All the aura on Yang Zhen's body suddenly disappeared. He took a deep breath and his emotions gradually calmed down, which surprised everyone.

After Hua Youyue said such a sad sentence, the aura on Yang Zhen actually disappeared?

Or was Yang Zhen already seriously injured and unable to use any strength? On the Bone Mountain, everyone looked at Yang Zhen with doubts, and even most of them couldn't help but clench their fists and grit their teeth as they looked at Yang Zhen, with a complex look of hope and worry on their faces.

The saint-level soul let out a light exclamation, and glanced strangely at Hua Youyue who had fallen into a daze again. A look of curiosity and confusion appeared on his face. He turned to Yang Zhen again, imprinting Yang Zhen's figure deeply in his eyes. He shook his head in disappointment, slowly raised his hand, and pointed a finger at Hua Youyue's forehead.

"Wait a moment!"

A low voice sounded, and everyone's heart skipped a beat. Their eyes suddenly lit up and they looked at Yang Zhen with burning gazes.

Yang Zhen looked relaxed, even a little careless, and he took a long breath, looked up at Hua Youyue and the Saint-level soul on the stock, grinned and said, "It's enough for the little girl to say this."

Hearing this, the Saint-level soul was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Zhen suddenly made a move with his hand, and the Daque sword soared into the sky with a bang and fell into Yang Zhen's hands.

"Also, this slut hasn't said anything yet, why are you in such a hurry to get back with the little girl?"

Snap!

With a slight sound, Yang Zhen dragged the Daque sword in one hand, stepped on the bone mountain, and crushed a white bone.

Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions were shocked and their faces became terrified.

"Crazy, this madman Yang Zhen, really dares to go up like this?"

"Damn it, it makes my blood boil. If I were favored by the Flower Spirit Girl, I would also do something so crazy."

"What's the point of being crazy? One is in the Wandering Stage, and the other is a Saint-level soul. The difference in strength between the two can no longer be described as too big. It's like a chasm."

"Quick... look, that Saint-level spirit seems to be angry!"

Hearing this, everyone's heart trembled, and they looked at the saint-level soul in horror.

In the crowd, the little Taoist Han Yan'er was shocked, but she was the only one who did not look at the saint-level soul. Instead, she stared at Yang Zhen blankly, her eyes gradually becoming dull.

A strange aura emanated from Han Yan'er's body, extremely faint, yet complex and profound.

On the Bone Mountain, the Saint-level Spirit suddenly frowned and looked at Yang Zhen quietly. After a moment, he retracted his finger, looked at Yang Zhen deeply, and said, "Young man, do you know what you are doing?"

Yang Zhen shook his head and continued walking towards the top of the Bone Mountain. The big sword behind him slashed across the corpses all over the mountain, making bursts of crisp sounds.

"This slutty saint doesn't need to know. Damn it, what is the Three Flowers Returning to their Positions, what is the Three Flowers Ancient Scripture, what is the Three Flowers Saintess? This slutty saint only knows that the little girl is in danger. Moreover, this slutty saint has said that if anyone bullies her, even if it is this thief God, this slutty saint will stab her three times and six times!"

Boom! A thunderous roar suddenly erupted in the air. Between the rumbling sounds, the world was filled with solemnity.

Everyone was shocked by Yang Zhen’s arrogant attitude, and looked at the wrathful power of God in the air in horror.

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Saint-level spirit. He stared at Yang Zhen, with a strange look on his face, and said, "Your courage is commendable, but your strength is too weak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the saint-level soul suddenly pointed at Yang Zhen.

Buzz! A terrifying wave of air rushed towards Yang Zhen. Mo Xueling, Han Yan'er and others were horrified and cried out in surprise.

Puff! Yang Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, but his body was as solid as a rock. He continued to move forward. Before long, under this terrifying pressure, he actually reached the halfway point of the mountain.

A hint of surprise appeared on the face of the saint-level soul, as if Hua Youyue herself was quietly looking at Yang Zhen.

Speaking of this, the terrifying aura erupting from the saint-level divine soul became even more overwhelming.

Yang Zhen's body was no longer stable. He staggered like a trembling old man, and could only stand steady with the help of the Daque sword.

"Yeah?"

Yang Zhen raised his head and grinned, his mouth full of red, but his face was pale and lifeless.

The Saint-level spirit nodded and said, "Bone Mountain is forbidden, even Saint-level masters take it very seriously. Although I cannot fully exert its power, it is not something that a young man like you in the Divine Wandering Stage can climb."

"I want to try it!" Yang Zhen looked up and stared at the top of the mountain.

Boom! The entire bone mountain seemed to explode as the Saint-level divine soul waved its hand. Waves of terrifying air that seemed like the might of heaven suddenly gathered in mid-air and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

Boom! Yang Zhen's body was knocked down by this overwhelming force, and all the bones on the ground were smashed into pieces.

Yang Zhen, who had no idea how many times he had vomited blood, had everything in front of his eyes blurred and blood red, and there seemed to be a layer of blood in his eyes.

"Yang Zhen... Yang Zhen... don't go up!"

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Hua Youyue woke up at some point and looked at Yang Zhen anxiously. Her expression was struggling but her body seemed unable to move at all.

"Young man, don't you understand? In front of the power of heaven and earth, you are so insignificant that you can't even stand up. Even if you have lofty ambitions and risk your life, you can't change the ending of separation of life and death!"

The saint-level soul sighed, and looked at Yang Zhen with increasingly cold eyes, as if Hua Youyue was doomed to die, and Yang Zhen was ultimately insignificant in her eyes.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen, who was covered in blood, with complicated expressions. Mo Xueling was pale. Su Dajia and Tian Rou hugged each other and cried. Han Xun'er looked at Yang Zhen infatuatedly, and the mysterious and profound aura on her body became even stronger.

Among the people present, almost no one was optimistic about Yang Zhen. After all, the gap in strength between a cultivator in the Divine Wandering Stage and a Saint-level divine soul was too great.

And just as the Saint-level Spirit said, what Yang Zhen had to face, besides a Saint-level Spirit, was also a Great Forbidden Zone of Bone Mountain.

In such a situation, Yang Zhen was almost certain to die.

I don't know how many people sighed secretly, looking at Yang Zhen with puzzled eyes, is it worth it? However, just when the Great Forbidden Zone of Bone Mountain broke out, Yang Zhen once again struggled to stand up, with an increasingly carefree look on his face, staring at the Saint-level soul in amazement.

"Damn it, you sound so miserable, do you think this is a sad drama?"

As Yang Zhen spoke word by word, an aura of determination that was unrivaled in the world suddenly burst out from Yang Zhen's body. His entire life and soul seemed to be burning violently. Balls of golden fire burst out from his body, and golden lines that dazzled everyone spread out from Yang Zhen's body.

Do you think this is a torture drama?

Yang Zhen's voice was still floating. The next moment, Yang Zhen was alone, walking towards the top of Bone Mountain again step by step.

"Let me tell you a secret!" Yang Zhen's voice was playful.

"What?" The Saint-level soul's expression froze.

"This isn't a sad drama...it's a fucking cool story!"

Boom! A huge token that covered the sky and the sun appeared out of nowhere, covering the air. A nine-character glittered brightly, shocking people.

"Nine Steps to Heaven!" The mean cat screamed, "Damn it, kid, stop it now!"

I'm not trying to whet your appetite. I just had to work overtime today and have no time to write. Damn, I can hardly open my eyes. Nanfeng will try to write one more chapter so that you can feel comfortable after the climax.

Nanfeng is coding, is there any brother who supports me with the monthly ticket recommendation ticket, or gives me a popsicle to eat? 　　If not, Nanfeng can only wash his face with cold water, 嘤嘤嘤?

(End of this chapter)