Black Night Filled the Sky
Chapter 42 This Punch Contains Three Years of Cultivation [New Book Seeking Collection]
"What happened?"
Inside the Daluo Palace.
Daoist Qingyun and the higher-ups of Daluo were the first to notice the explosion just now.
"Reporting to the Sect Leader, someone is testing their Dao techniques and blasted apart a small mountain."
A voice rang out, and instantly, many elders' expressions turned extremely ugly.
"This is too arrogant, testing Dao techniques and actually blasting apart a hill? Isn't there a trial ground? Which disciple is it? Capture them and punish them severely in the Hall of Penalties."
"Indeed, they are arrogant. These days, those disciples are restless and don't know their place. Now they are so arrogant. After the Hall of Penalties finishes punishing them, bring them to my Hall of Law Enforcement and let them enjoy the taste of the Hall of Law Enforcement."
The elder of the Hall of Law Enforcement also spoke, his face full of anger.
The other elders were also indignant, one by one.
"What kind of Dao technique are they testing?"
Daoist Qingyun remained calm and asked.
"Reporting to the Sect Leader, it's Senior Brother!"
A new voice came from outside.
Instantly, the Daluo Palace fell silent.
Even Daoist Qingyun was stunned.
"Ah, hahaha! So, it's Nephew Changsheng, then it's nothing, it's nothing."
"I was wondering why it was so fierce. So, it was Nephew Changsheng. As expected of the future Holy Son of my Daluo Sacred Ground, good, good, good."
"Nephew Changsheng just arrived at the Daluo Sacred Ground and doesn't understand many rules. It's understandable, understandable!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Nephew Changsheng is new here and doesn't understand many things. It's a small matter, a small matter. Let's continue discussing the previous matter."
The atmosphere in the Daluo Palace changed instantly.
Knowing that it was Lu Changsheng testing his Dao techniques, all the anger disappeared, replaced by various smiles.
Forget about a small mountain.
What if he blasted away a main peak?
The Daluo Senior Brother, the future Holy Son, the future Holy Lord, the future Sect Leader, who has nothing better to do than to offend Lu Changsheng?
Moreover, half of these people's descendants are learning techniques from Lu Changsheng. If they really cause trouble, wouldn't it be their own children who suffer?
"Ahem, since that's the case, let's continue discussing the matter of bestowing the title of Holy Son."
Knowing that it was his disciple who blasted apart a small mountain, Daoist Qingyun couldn't say anything, so he brought the topic back to the previous one. Then, the Daluo Palace began to argue fiercely again.
"Yours is too convoluted. Mine is very good, Daluo Limitless Supreme Unrivaled Perfect Holy Son, isn't that good?"
"Still unrivaled? Listen to mine, Daluo Hunyuan Peerless Supreme Most Holy Most True Holy Son, that name is the best!"
"You old fools, have you read a book? You ramble on and on without mentioning the main point. Let me say it, Daluo Hunyuan True Immortal Confucian Buddhist Taoist Perfect Supreme Holy Son, isn't that good?"
...
Not to mention the Daluo Palace.
All the disciples within a hundred miles of the Daluo Main Peak heard the sound.
Especially at Jinyang Peak, Wang Jinyang was even more dumbfounded, and his disciples were even more astonished than the last.
"Senior Brother... are you sure this is the cultivation of the Qi Refining realm? I feel like my Foundation Establishment completion is not as good as one-tenth of this."
One disciple couldn't help but speak.
Wang Jinyang was also surprised.
He didn't want to admit it, but in reality, the spiritual energy released by Lu Changsheng was indeed from the Qi Refining realm.
No matter how high Lu Changsheng's realm was, this spiritual energy fluctuation was indeed from the Qi Refining realm.
But Wang Jinyang could feel it.
This kind of power was comparable to the Golden Core realm.
If a Golden Core cultivator were to take this sword energy, they would be crippled even if they didn't die.
"The Qi Refining realm is terrifying."
Wang Jinyang sighed in his heart.
At this moment, he completely understood how big the gap between himself and Lu Changsheng was.
"Senior Brother, perhaps you saw it wrong just now?"
"That's right, how could the Qi Refining realm have such power?"
"Senior Brother, this junior doesn't mean anything else. Senior Brother is indeed powerful, but it's impossible to be so outrageous, right? The Qi Refining realm can release such fierce sword energy? I don't believe it anyway."
The disciples spoke, unwilling to believe it because it was too exaggerated.
Wang Jinyang couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Could it be that he saw it wrong just now?
The Qi Refining realm releasing sword energy stronger than the Golden Core realm?
That's simply impossible.
Thinking of this, Wang Jinyang was trying to convince himself.
In the main peak.
Lu Changsheng himself was also extremely confused.
Wasn't it said that the power was weak?
He had blasted apart a small hill.
This is called weak power?
Are you kidding me?
After thinking about it, Lu Changsheng really didn't know if it was his own reason or the reason for this Dao technique.
But after thinking about it carefully.
This is a Xianxia world.
The real strong can grasp the sun and moon and pick stars.
Boiling the sea and burning mountains are nothing.
He just blasted apart a small mountain.
His martial power is on the high side in the Qi Refining realm, but looking at the entire Xianxia world, he is still trash.
Yes, it should be like this.
"What happened?"
"Who's fighting?"
"Did anything happen?"
"Who has melon seeds? Let's watch the show together."
In the pill room, Liu Qingfeng ran out in a hurry, thinking that there were disciples fighting, and he was excited.
"Get back to refining pills."
However, with Lu Changsheng's words.
Instantly, Liu Qingfeng turned around and left, returning to the pill room to refine pills honestly, not daring to be presumptuous.
The Golden Sun Sword Technique test was over.
Lu Changsheng picked up the second jade scroll.
The Daluo Fist Print.
This is a Dao technique from the Qi Refining realm to the Nascent Soul realm. Because it has a cultivation method for the Qi Refining realm, it is also considered a Qi Refining Dao technique.
The Daluo Print cultivation is much more complicated.
Using spiritual energy as the main focus, the body as the supplement, condensing mana, combined with unparalleled mental power, to strike out a punch of the true self.
That is the so-called 'Daluo Fist Print'.
Daluo, is extraordinary.
Very mysterious.
Lu Changsheng tentatively began to cultivate.
He closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Soon, the mana all over his body surged like a river.
On the distant Jinyang Peak.
Wang Jinyang once again cast his gaze.
This time he could be sure that the mana around Lu Changsheng was from the Qi Refining realm.
"The mana is strong, like a river, endless, this time there is no mistake."
Wang Jinyang stared at Lu Changsheng, not even blinking his eyes.
The other disciples also carefully looked at Lu Changsheng.
"It's the Qi Refining realm, no mistake."
"This time it is indeed the Qi Refining realm."
"I felt this mana, it is the mana of the Qi Refining realm without a doubt."
The disciples also paid attention to Lu Changsheng.
Mana is something that has a different quality for each realm.
The mana of the Qi Refining realm is the weakest.
To put it into perspective, the mana of the Qi Refining realm is wood, the Foundation Establishment realm is iron, and so on.
You can deceive people with your cultivation, but your mana will never deceive people. There is no such technique in the world to change the essence of mana.
Even if it can be changed, no one would be willing to learn it.
Who has nothing better to do than to make themselves weaker?
Just then.
A phantom appeared behind Lu Changsheng.
This phantom was overwhelming, sweeping across the eight wastelands, and looked very frightening.
"Boom!"
The next moment, Lu Changsheng raised his fist and bombarded a hill.
But this time it was different.
Lu Changsheng injected all his mana.
In other words.
This punch has three years of cultivation.