The monk with the crying face mask was horrified. At this moment, the Yuanhai and spiritual veins in Lu Tianjiao's body could be seen with the naked eye. It was simply unbelievable.

The purple spiritual veins in Lu Tianjiao's body were flowing with surging spiritual power like stars, and the sea of ​​​​energy in his dantian was boiling, as if it would overflow from his body at any time.

Lu Tianjiao's eyes were sharp, and he held a long sword across his face, constantly accumulating strength in his body.

There was neither earth-shattering power nor any vision that could cause the avenue, but the ordinary long sword in Lu Tianjiao's hand actually made the crying-face-masked monk feel a little frightened.

"not good!"

The monk with the smiling mask was also trembling in his heart, knowing that he had no way to avoid Lu Tianjiao's attack.

"Ling Feng! Follow me and attack together. Don't let him use his sword!"

"I see!"

The two suppressed their inner anxiety, mobilized all their spiritual power, and prepared to fight to the death with Lu Tianjiao.

"Heavenly Thunder Forges the World!"

The crying masked monk's body expanded thousands of times and turned into a tsunami of thunder and lightning containing infinite destructive aura, rushing towards Lu Tianjiao.

"In my name, I command the earth!"

The monk with the smiling mask clapped the ground with one hand, and hundreds of mountain-like rocks emerged from the ground and surrounded Lu Tianjiao.

There is obviously a certain pattern in the arrangement of the huge rocks. The hundreds of mountains are like formation seals, and the land of ten thousand miles in radius is the formation.

This is not the end. A huge space crack appeared in the sky, and a giant meteorite that could destroy the world fell rapidly from it.

However, before the thunder and lightning tsunami could drown Lu Tianjiao, and before the giant meteorite could crush Lu Tianjiao, a white sword light suddenly flashed between heaven and earth.

At this moment, everything was silent. The thunder, lightning, tsunamis and giant meteorites all stopped. The people in Shangquanzhou could only see a flash of light before their eyes.

Two breaths later, the world in front of Lu Tianjiao disintegrated into smoke and dust. Everything ceased to exist, leaving only the sky split into 30,000 miles and a ravine covering an area of ​​30,000 miles.

Including thunder, lightning, tsunamis, and giant meteorites that could destroy the world, all turned into dust and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Before his death, the monk with the smiling mask still had some consciousness. He had no fear of death, nor did he have any hatred towards Lu Tianjiao. He just had some emotion and unwillingness.

He had no ties or worries in his life, and he could die without regrets if he was defeated by such a strong man.

It’s a pity that he had to pay with his life after only being defeated once. If he could fight a few more times, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

"One sword sweeps across 30,000 miles, sweeping away all the ghosts and gods in the sky."

"Lü Tianjiao, what a genius."

No one would have thought that a mere cultivator in the middle stage of the Transcendent Realm could actually figure out the sword technique that could kill two powerful warriors in the late stage of the Myriad Realm.

You must know that Lu Tianjiao is neither a demon cultivator nor does he have the help of ancient strongmen like Tiansha, and he was not even born in an ancient clan or holy land with profound heritage.

With just a sword heart, looking at the heavens and the worlds, and reviewing the past and present, there is only Lu Tianjiao.

"You must be joking. I, Lu Tianjiao, am over 200 years old. I have encountered countless opponents and have only been defeated once. How can you two be my opponents?"

Lu Tianjiao was completely exhausted. He collapsed to the ground and laughed loudly towards the sky.

He was smiling, but tears welled up in the corners of his eyes for some reason.

"After reaching the Yuanhai Realm, anyone who can jump one small realm to fight is a genius. Even if they are from an ancient clan, they can only jump two small realms to fight ordinary cultivators. But he was able to kill two late Wanxiang Realm cultivators."

"Heavenly Prodigy, worthy of being called Heavenly Prodigy."

"If he really followed the Demon Emperor all the way, he might be able to become an emperor with his sword."

Everyone in the hall sighed. They had not heard any news about Lu Tianjiao, which proved that Lu Tianjiao must have encountered some misfortune later.

Not long after, golden rain began to fall from the sky again.

Lu Tianjiao lay on his side under a tree outside the Immortal City, looking at the golden rain and sighing: "Golden rain has descended, Brother Jiang, you have killed another extraordinary existence!"

Looking at the entire heaven, there are definitely less than a thousand Immortal Lords in the Xuan Realm. There won't be a single fatal fight in ten thousand years, let alone a real loss of life.

Since Jiang Zhige appeared, two immortals have passed away in heaven.

Now he is only at the Wanxiang Realm. In a few years, who in the heavens will be his opponent? Not long after, a figure came from the air and landed in front of Lu Tianjiao.

Seeing that Lu Tianjiao was safe and sound, Jiang Zhige felt relieved, but he still did not forget to check Lu Tianjiao's body carefully.

At first glance, Jiang Zhige was stunned and asked, "Brother Lu, your cultivation level."

At this moment, Lu Tianjiao's two hundred years of cultivation were almost wasted, and the spiritual power in his body was only equivalent to that of an early stage spiritual martial arts cultivator.

"It's okay, just practice for a few more years."

Lu Tianjiao shook his head, not caring at all.

Jiang Zhige looked gloomy, lowered his head and fell silent.

He was not stupid. With a quick observation, he could find that there was no spiritual vein in Lu Tianjiao's body, and his Yuan Hai was shattered to the size of a fingernail.

If the spiritual vein was broken or the Yuanhai was destroyed, Jiang Zhige would have a way to help Lu Tianjiao recover, but his spiritual vein had completely disappeared, and he had completely become a mortal with no talent for cultivating immortals.

Seeing this, Lu Tianjiao knew that he couldn't hide it from Jiang Zhige, so he smiled and said, "Brother Jiang, don't worry about it. I have no regrets in my life for being able to draw that sword."

"Besides, I still have some spiritual power left in my Yuanhai. If I go to the mortal world, I can become a king or a general. I won't have a bad life."

Jiang Zhige felt even more remorseful upon hearing this, and his mood was heavier than ever before.

He knew very well that Lu Tianjiao was just forcing a smile because he didn't want him to feel too guilty.

Think about how high-spirited Lu Tianjiao was in the past. Although he did not have the help of Tiansha like Jiang Zhige, he was still able to reach the Transcendent Realm.

He has kept himself clean for two hundred years, refusing to have anything to do with the vulgar women who threw themselves at him, just to find his true love.

Jiang Zhige clearly remembered that Lu Tianjiao had said that he would prove his truth with sword in this life and strive to become the supreme emperor, so that he could travel freely around the world with Jiang Zhige.

Nowadays, Lu Tianjiao has fallen to the spiritual martial realm, and his cultivation will never improve at all. The remaining spiritual energy in his body's sea of ​​​​spirituality is getting less and less as time goes by, and he can't find any way to repair it.

The only way is to reshape a body with spiritual veins, but not only were Lu Tianjiao's spiritual veins and Yuanhai damaged, his soul was also riddled with holes, making it impossible for him to rebuild a body.

"Boy, I have heard of a mysterious magical power that can extract the spiritual veins of others for one's own use, but this is just a rumor, and it is definitely a forbidden technique that should not exist in the heavens."

Hearing Tiansha's voice, Jiang Zhige felt a glimmer of hope. Since he could draw the spiritual vein for his own use, perhaps he could also draw the spiritual vein and place it in Lu Tianjiao's body.

At this time, Lu Tianjiao stood up with difficulty, holding the long sword, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Okay, Brother Jiang, I am already half useless. I can't live a life of fighting and killing anymore. I'd better stay in the mortal world."

Jiang Zhige came to his senses after hearing this and raised his hand to try to keep her, but the words got stuck in his throat.

Tiansha, who has survived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, has only heard of the magical power that can draw spiritual veins. Not to mention whether it can be found, it is even more difficult to say whether it exists.

It is difficult for Lu Tianjiao to improve his cultivation now, and his remaining spiritual energy is becoming less and less. It is impossible for him to follow Jiang Zhige to protect Mo Ziyan.

Jiang Zhige lowered his head again and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Lu, if you leave, what will happen to Miss Xiao?"

"Miss Xiao, Brother Jiang, just tell her that I'm dead."

"Also, remember to tell her for me that she is the true love that I, Lu Tianjiao, have been searching for."

Lu Tianjiao shook his head and wanted to laugh again, but this time he couldn't laugh at all, and two lines of tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Zhige's eyes were sore, he clenched his fists and remained silent.

The two were speechless for a moment, and the atmosphere seemed extremely bleak.

Although Lu Tianjiao seems to be a frivolous person, he is actually a very strong-willed person. In Jiang Zhige's memory, he would always laugh off any pessimistic situation and rarely shed tears.

Now he was crying, perhaps because his cultivation was wasted, or perhaps because he was unable to respond to Xiao Ling's love.

Lu Tianjiao seemed unwilling to say anything more. He waved his hand and turned to leave, leaving Jiang Zhige with only his back.

"Brother Jiang, if we can meet again, let's have another drink together."

"must."

Jiang Zhige's voice trembled as he saluted towards Lu Tianjiao with his fists clasped.

Logically speaking, he should have one more drink even before leaving, but this time Lu Tianjiao was not in the mood.

Because his farewell was not only to Jiang Zhige, but also a farewell to the vast immortal path.

After the two parted ways today, hundreds of years later, Jiang Zhige would be an almighty lord fearing the whole world, while Lu Tianjiao would be just an ordinary man worrying about the daily necessities of life.

If we could meet again, Jiang Zhige would no longer be the Jiang Zhige in our memory, and Lu Tianjiao would no longer be the Lu Tianjiao in our memory.

Rather than this, it would be better to never see each other again and leave a memory of their friendship.

Knowing that his cultivation was wasted, Lu Tianjiao wanted to find a quiet place away from troubles. Now he just wanted to say goodbye to Jiang Zhige.