Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 90: Power Conflict (Part )
Song Xinyuan rushed over quickly and after much persuasion, the collection room finally let Lu Ming go, but they increased their supervision of him.

"Can you still get better?"

Song Xinyuan felt very confused. It had only been a short while and you were going to set fire to the Sutra Library?
"Song Siye, you misunderstood me. I happened to be practicing the [Pure Yang Golden Body] at the time. When I reached the ninth level, I visualized the [Sun Wheel Seal]. Who knew that after reaching the ninth level, the Sun's True Fire would turn from virtual to real?"

As Lu Ming raised his hand, a ball of platinum flame appeared in his palm.

Originally, Song Xinyuan wanted to hold someone accountable, but when he saw the fire, he immediately shut up.

At the same time, he immediately realized one thing: You have cultivated the [Pure Yang Golden Body] to the ninth level?
Although Song Xinyuan had never practiced this technique, as the Dean of Schools, he had taught many students and had some understanding of the [Pure Yang Golden Body].

This set of skills has nine levels in total. How long have you been in the collection room? You told me that you have already succeeded in practicing it?
Moreover, even if the practice is successful, there are very few people who can turn the [Sun Wheel Seal] from virtual to real, and all of them are powerful people in the [True Qi] realm who have studied this method for countless years.

But the pure white sun fire in front of me cannot be fake.

He didn't even bother to ask Lu Ming why he could condense the sun's true fire without any true qi. He himself hadn't figured out this kid's martial arts.

"You... continue studying. I just opened a secret training room for you in my name. You'd better bring your books and go there to practice."

Song Xinyuan was afraid of Lu Ming. In order to avoid being troubled by the people in the collection room, he went to the secret room to do it.

"Yes!"

Lu Ming patted his chest again.

……

[Scorching Sun Prison-Breaking Fist], [Soul-Calming Thunder Sound], [Heavenly Thunder Qi Art], [Pure Yang Tyrant Body]...

Lu Ming took out twelve books on extremely strong and yang-related techniques, including body training, fist and kick techniques, and sound skills. He entered the secret room with these books.

The disciples in the collection room didn't care about him. Many warriors didn't know what method was suitable for them, so they would read many books at once and then compare them one by one.

But Lu Ming was not like that. He simply wanted to practice all the techniques of the Martial Temple.

The conflict of martial arts skills is nothing. His body will take action and automatically adapt to a reasonable pattern.

He wanted to stack magic damage runes on his body layer by layer, adding various types of damage on top of the basic strength.

Most of these new methods are one level lower than the [Pure Yang Golden Body], and Lu Ming is practicing them very quickly.

"Om."

Lu Ming flipped his hand, clenched his fist, and burst out with pure Yang energy, punching the wall of the secret room.

In that instant, it seemed as if the entire secret room shook violently, and a huge fist mark appeared on the wall.

The fist mark collapsed inward into a cone shape, with burnt marks around it.

This is the sign of having mastered the [Fire Sun Prison Breaking Fist]. This fist mobilizes the masculine energy in the body, and its power is extremely overbearing. When it hits the human body, it injures both inside and outside, and has great penetrating power.

"Hoohoo."

Soon, Lu Ming stood up. Thunder and wind seemed to be brewing in his chest and abdomen, and a deep voice roared from within. At first, the sound was very quiet, but soon it was like thunder, resounding throughout the secret room.

The dust in the secret room also flowed with his qi.

"drink."

Suddenly, Lu Ming's tongue burst into thunderous sound, and the domineering and ferocious voice echoed in the secret room, just like dynamite exploding in a closed environment.

Some hidden cracks appeared on the wall.

Soon, the wall healed automatically, and the punch mark Lu Ming had just made also became smaller and lighter. Lu Ming secretly admired that the Martial Temple had some merit. The wall could actually heal automatically.

Then Lu Ming felt relieved. He was really worried that he would use too much force and cause the secret room to collapse.

Lu Ming's cultivation speed was extremely fast. In just one hour, he had completed all twelve techniques.

He sat cross-legged in a secret room, the walls of which were densely covered with various fist prints, palm prints, and burnt marks.

Inside the secret room, the temperature was extremely high, reaching 70 or 80 degrees, like a steamer.

Lu Ming himself was the center of all this heat. His entire body was gleaming with golden light, with bolts of lightning occasionally shooting out. It was like his skin was cast from gold, with bumps and depressions from time to time, looking extremely strange.

If you practice too much martial arts, conflicts will arise.

He originally thought that since they were both extremely strong and masculine methods, there shouldn't be any major problems.

But in fact it is not the case.

Different methods have different ways of using strength, different contents of visualization, and different strength intensities, which will naturally lead to various conflicts.

But even if a conflict arises, Lu Ming is not afraid.

Not only did he not stop, but he continued to use thirteen methods including the [Pure Yang Golden Body] to continuously intensify the conflict between them.

"collapse."

His arm suddenly cracked open, and the flesh and blood still glowed golden, but there seemed to be faint flashes of lightning inside.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The wounds on his body increased, his bones began to twist uncontrollably, and the burden on his body became heavier and heavier.

But Lu Ming seemed to be unaware of it and continued to practice his kung fu. In the blink of an eye, his body turned into a blood gourd.

A large amount of stored energy was released, and his broken wounds healed.

But as Lu Ming continued to increase his energy through various techniques, his body broke apart once again. After several attempts, his body became increasingly solid, but the internal conflict remained.

It was just temporarily concealed by his powerful body. The conflict between different skills also caused the power of his boxing to cancel each other out. Not only could 1+1 not be greater than 1, it was even far less than 1 now.

"Kakakaka."

A sound like popping beans came from inside Lu Ming's body.

A huge wave of energy exploded, sweeping across his entire body.

Lu Ming's telekinesis covered his entire body, and all changes inside his body were reflected in his mind.

In his brain, the [Sun Soul-Calming Seal] emerged, shaped like a big sun, burning fiercely, but at this moment it was slightly changing, changing its nature, from the pure solar aura at the beginning, gradually covered with a layer of chaos.

It seems to be constantly evolving powers of different natures, commanding all powerful attributes.

Immediately afterwards, his body emitted a teeth-grinding sound of cracking bones and muscles, and nine thick structures resembling meridians forcibly grew out, penetrating his limbs, torso, brain, and spine...

Then these meridians continued to split out layer by layer like tree branches, covering the entire body in a blink of an eye.

Lu Ming just moved his mind, and different powers circulated through different meridians, each under the control of the [Sun Wheel Soul-Calming Seal], without any interference.

Then his bones began to itch, as if something was growing inside.

(End of this chapter)