Hua Youyue's smile was as beautiful as a flower, and she always had a peaceful smile on her face. There was a sweet and sticky fragrance in the air.

Buzz! All the energy between heaven and earth seemed to gather together, and a beautiful epiphyllum imprint shone brightly and slowly came in front of Yang Zhen. In the shocking look of everyone, it was imprinted in Yang Zhen's brow.

Yang Zhen was shocked, looked at Hua Youyue in surprise and asked, "Little girl, what are you doing?"

Hua Youyue smiled peacefully, shook her head and said: "From today on, Hua Youyue is Hua Youyue, she is no longer the Three Flowers Saint, and she will never be able to become the Three Flowers Saint."

Yang Zhen was overjoyed, nodded and said: "That's right, you are you, the only one in the world, what the hell is the Three Flower Saint, this three-part soul is simply the most ridiculous practice, one person is divided into three people, since they have formed their own minds, isn't it cruel to return to their original positions?"

Hua Youyue smiled and nodded. Just as she was about to speak, the Saint-level spirit suddenly snorted coldly, looked at her and said, "What do you know? A short-lived flower, although brilliant, will also wither. Although Hua Youyue broke the prohibition of the Three Flowers Ancient Scripture and dedicated her life to you, she..."

At this point, the Saint-level spirit looked at Hua Youyue with a strange expression, and then said: "But she only has ten years left to live. Unless she can become a saint within ten years, or obtain a life treasure of heaven and earth, otherwise... she will definitely die!"

"What?" Yang Zhen was shocked, staring at Hua Youyue and asked, "Is what she said true?"

Hua Youyue nodded, but the smile on her face did not change. She said slowly: "Ten years is enough!"

"Yes!" The Saint-level soul sighed: "Ten years is indeed enough!"

Yang Zhen's expression turned cold, he stared at the Saint-level soul and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ten years is not enough for anything. All the great sages have practiced for hundreds or thousands of years. Not to mention Hua Youyue, even Yang Zhen could not guarantee that he could break through to the great sage realm within ten years.

Oh shit!

Yang Zhen suddenly felt a little annoyed, and had an urge to destroy this damn Three Flowers Ancient Scripture.

The Saint-level soul didn't know what Yang Zhen was thinking. He glanced at Yang Zhen and said slowly, "Ten years is certainly enough, because you forced yourself to comprehend the Ascension Order, and you comprehended two steps at once. Although your physical injuries have recovered, your soul is injured, which is extremely difficult to repair."

As he spoke, the Saint-level spirit took a deep breath and said, "Actually, ten years is already too much time, because you only have three years to live, unless you can cultivate to the Great Saint realm within three years."

“…”

Yang Zhen looked at the Saint-level soul speechlessly: "Fuck!"

It would take three years to cultivate to the Great Sage level, even with cheating, because this level improvement is different from the improvement of cultivation. Even if Yang Zhen tried every possible means to eat all the edible natural materials and treasures in the world and forced his cultivation to the Great Sage level, the realm cannot be raised easily.

God knows how many times one must have sudden enlightenment to become a saint! Hearing the words of the saint-level spirit, everyone present was shocked and looked at Yang Zhen with a strange look on their faces. Everyone had a different expression on their face.

Yang Zhen turned his head and looked at the mean cat blankly, and asked hesitantly: "Damn it, this slut only has three years left to live?"

The mean cat grinned, nodded and said, "Feel it for yourself!"

Yang Zhen was stunned, his mind immersed in his body, with a strange look on his face.

If the soul is regarded as an apple, Yang Zhen's apple looks like it has been eaten halfway, and it is the kind of apple that has been eaten by a dog, crooked and ugly! "Nimma..."

Yang Zhen was completely confused. This Nine-Step Ascension Order was simply a trap. Although it looked extremely useful, the side effects were too great.

The Saint-level soul body became more and more illusory, and smiled and said to Yang Zhen: "Did you feel it? How is it, do you have any regrets in your heart?"

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in surprise, then at each other and shook their heads.

What would be the use of saving her? In the end, Hua Youyue only had ten years left to live, and Yang Zhen was even worse off, as he only had three years to live.

A group of people stared at Yang Zhen intently. With only three years left to live, how could they not regret it? Many people even began to gloat over his misfortune, looking at Yang Zhen with a playful look on their faces, not even willing to blink, for fear of missing the regretful expression on Yang Zhen's face.

"Yang Zhen..." Mo Xueling called out hesitantly in a low voice.

Yang Zhen woke up as if from a dream. He glanced at Mo Xueling, and his expression became strange. He turned to look at the Saint-level Spirit and asked, "You said... if we can find the treasure of life in heaven and earth, the little girl's life span can be restored?"

The Saint-level soul nodded and looked at Yang Zhen curiously: "Hua Youyue is different from you. She is now a complete soul, so..."

“Why didn’t you say so earlier…” Yang Zhen grinned and walked towards Hua Youyue step by step: “Damn it, you made my heart beat so fast.”

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, obviously bewildered by Yang Zhen's reaction and didn't know what Yang Zhen wanted to do.

Even the saint-level soul and Hua Youyue looked at Yang Zhen in surprise, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

Yang Zhen came to Hua Youyue, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, "Little girl, your life is connected with this slutty saint's?"

Hua Youyue nodded and said, "My life and death only depends on your thought!"

Yang Zhen grinned and said, "That's good. If I want you to live for 10,000 or 20,000 years, is it enough for me to just think about it?"

Hua Youyue was stunned, and a gloomy look flashed in her eyes.

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The people around looked at each other.

"Is Yang Zhen really stupid? It is true that Hua Youyue's life is in his hands, but it is easy to kill her now, but how can he let her live?"

"It's not impossible. If I can reach the Great Sage realm within ten years, won't I be able to survive?"

"Great Sage Realm?" Everyone shook their heads: "How can we reach the realm of Great Sage? Are we dreaming?"

Everyone sighed: "Yang Zhen has obviously lost himself in the situation and has become stupid!"

At this moment, Hua Youyue wanted to say something but stopped herself. Suddenly, her whole body felt a chill and her pair of bright eyes suddenly widened.

Yang Zhen snapped his fingers, and a terrifying breath of life suddenly burst out, rushing out in all directions, making everyone's eyes almost pop out.

“The Immortal Tree!” The Saint-level spirit was shaken all over, looking at Yang Zhen in disbelief: “You actually have the Ancient Tree of Life on you, what…what do you want to do?”

The mean cat's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "Damn it, how could I have forgotten about the immortal tree? With the immortal tree, the little girl will be perfect!"

At this point, Bitch Cat's expression darkened: "But Bitch Yang has even less hope."

Yang Zhen glanced at the sapling floating in the air, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth from the injury caused by forcibly peeling off the immortal tree, and said with a smile: "Little girl, your life has been ruined by this slutty saint. You are so beautiful, how about this slutty saint giving you a token of love!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen stretched out his hand and pressed the Immortal Tree between Hua Youyue's eyebrows under Hua Youyue's shocked expression.

Hua Youyue groaned, and a huge wave of life energy suddenly burst out from her body.

"Yang Zhen, you...why are you doing this?" The saint-level soul laughed bitterly.

Yang Zhen rolled his eyes: "You don't understand, and... I don't want to talk to singles!"

Coming, coming

(End of this chapter)