"No, no, no, I don't want to hear it!" Meng Jingzhou had already been tricked by Lu Yang once. How could he fall for it again? Seeing that Lu Yang still looked like he wanted to say something, he immediately covered Lu Yang's mouth.
Seeing that Old Meng wasn't falling for it, Lu Yang had no choice but to prepare to face the final tribulation bolt.
"Although it's still only theoretical, this is a rare opportunity. There's no harm in giving it a try."
Lu Yang lay on the ground, merging with the earth. He planted a Bodhi seed, and in the blink of an eye, the Bodhi tree blossomed and bore fruit, producing Lu Yang and his wooden clone.
His Primordial Spirit left his body and merged into the wooden clone. The wooden clone used Elephant Form Fist and once again transformed into the shape of the Azure Edge Sword. Then, with Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, the wooden clone fused with the nine swords, which Lu Yang gripped in his hand.
"I always feel like your techniques are several times more complicated than everyone else's."
"You're the one who talks too much. Today, I'll let you witness the true might of the Immortal Sword Art!"
Lu Yang carried the Self Sword and faced the heavenly tribulation alone. The sight was tragic and stirring.
Lu Yang wielded the immortal sword with graceful movements, like a transcendent sword immortal standing beyond the mortal world. Every motion carried a unique rhythm. If a sword cultivator had been watching, even their comprehension of the Sword Dao would have risen another level.
The only flaw was that Lu Yang's body was charred black, making him look as if he had crawled out of a coal pile.
"Hm?" Meng Jingzhou noticed the