Chapter 2493: The Eightfold Path of Integration (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

In the secret room, Bobo checked the wound on Lu Ye's shoulder blade and said: "The wound is not serious, don't worry too much."

This was undoubtedly said to Qin Feng. Sure enough, Qin Feng's face lightened up after hearing it.

Unexpectedly, Bobo suddenly exclaimed: "What's wrong with your wound?"

It found the sword wound on Lu Ye's chest, and couldn't help but be surprised and puzzled: "Why does your wound look so much like that left by the old monster?"

Qin Feng's expression suddenly tightened: "Are you not mistaken?"

Bobo checked carefully again: "No, it must be left by the old monster. This kind of strange sealing power can only be exerted by his weapon."

Qin Feng looked at Lu Ye: "How did you provoke that old monster?"

He didn't doubt Bobo's words at all. Since Bobo said that the wound was caused by the old monster, it must be, but he couldn't figure out how Lu Ye, a Rong Dao, could be injured by that guy.

Lu Ye explained: "I'm not provoking him. I went to Yifu City to ask his Daobing to help me seal my strength. You two don't have to worry." Qin Feng was surprised: "Can you go to Yifu City?" Lu Ye nodded: "I had some encounters with Senior Ba Qiu in that spectacle last time. His Daobing and I are both from the Bing clan, so we have a natural affinity. Senior Shang left a mark on my Daobing, which allows it to take me in and out of Yifu City." Qin Feng understood: "You left before, to go to Yifu City?" He knew when Lu Ye left yesterday, but he didn't ask too much. "Yes!" Qin Feng didn't know what to say for a while. Although he and Ba Qiu had some friendship and could chat for a few words, they were not at the level of being able to enter and leave Yifu City freely. He didn't expect Lu Ye to get this honor now. In this whole world, the only one who can enter and leave Yifu City freely is probably the old Bu clan who shared honor and disgrace with Ba Qiu. Then he thought of something else, sighed, patted Lu Ye on the shoulder and said: "Be careful of this old guy, he is not a good person."

Lu Ye certainly knew that Tyrant was not a good person. If he was really a good person, he would not be able to stand at this height today, but he and Tyrant actually had no intersection. The intersection between them was mainly the Dao soldiers of both sides.

"I know, Brother Feng." Lu Ye nodded.

Qin Feng said no more, and told Bobo: "This is in your hands. Help Xiao Ye to heal."

"Got it!" Bobo flicked up a tentacle and made a gesture of understanding.

Qin Feng had something else to do, so he left quickly. Lu Ye and Bobo were left in the secret room. The pink light curtain enveloped him. Under the warm feeling, Lu Ye's lost flesh and blood began to grow rapidly.

And he soon discovered that Bobo's ability had the effect of dissolving the seal of Tyrant's Dao soldiers. In addition, his talent tree was constantly burning, so the recovery time this time was obviously much shorter than the last time.

In just ten days, the power of death was completely dissolved, and without the trouble of the power of death, the seemingly hideous wound could naturally heal quickly.

"The Tyrant Qiu's soldiers held back on you, and the sealing power imposed on you was not too strong. Otherwise, even if it was me, it would take at least a year or two for you to recover from such an injury." Bobo spoke, and it was obviously misunderstood. From its point of view, Lu Ye took the initiative to ask others to seal his strength, so the other party naturally could not take it seriously.

But in fact, the ability to recover so quickly was mainly due to the talent tree.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lu Ye patted Bobo's soft head.

Bobo’s two tentacles were inserted into his invisible waist: “It’s a small problem. If you get hurt again, just come to me.” Then he turned around and shouted: “Come in.”

The door was pushed open, Gong Mao stepped in, smiled at Lu Ye and clasped his hands: “Daoyou Lu.”

He looked to the side: “Lord Bobo.”

Bobo was calm: “Well, you guys chat, I’ll go find the boss.” He turned around and reminded Lu Ye: “Although the injury has healed, it’s best to rest for a while.”

“I know.” Lu Ye responded.

Bobo left, and Lu Ye looked at Gong Mao: “Brother Gong, is there anything?”

Gong Mao had obviously been waiting outside for a long time. He immediately stepped forward and handed a storage ring to Lu Ye: “Daoyou, this time this fight is your share of the harvest.”

Lu Ye understood that Qin Feng was not suitable to give this thing to him, so naturally Gong Mao came forward.

He raised his hand to take the storage ring, just glanced at it casually, and frowned urgently: "Why so many?"

Although Qin Feng promised him 20% of the profit before, Lu Ye still had some predictions in his mind, and in his prediction, the profit this time should not be so many Dao fish.

After all, there was a battle with Queyue before, and he also showed his strength, so this time the bets of those gamblers should not be one-sided.

But in fact, even if he didn't count carefully, the Dao fish in the ring would definitely exceed his prediction.

Gong Mao smiled and said: "The profit this time is good, in fact, I should thank Yun Qianliu."

Lu Ye was puzzled: "Why?"

"Daoyou, do you still remember that he asked you if you were injured after fighting with you?"

Lu Ye thought about it, and it was indeed the case, and he immediately realized what was going on.

Under the means of the battlefield, those spectators watching the battle could not see their own figures and appearances, so they had no idea what their situation was, but they could hear what Yun Qianliu said.

In such a battle, such a sentence can definitely trigger a huge effect. It seems that it was Yun Qianliu's unintentional words that made many cultivators bet on him, so Lu Ye won in the end and the benefits were so huge.

"I understand." Lu Ye nodded, but he didn't expect that Yun Qianliu's words could have such great power and increase his benefits a lot. If he knew about it in the afterlife, I don't know what he would think.

"Do you have any other instructions?" Gong Mao asked politely.

"Thank you, Brother Gong."

"Then I'll go and get busy first."

After Gong Mao left, Lu Ye activated the many restrictions in the secret room. In this way, even if others wanted to find him again, they knew that he should be in seclusion at the moment and it was not good to disturb him casually.

After working hard for so long, it's finally time to harvest again. Lu Ye decided to refine the fish he harvested here and break through to the next level.

With the surge of divine thoughts, the Dao fish in the storage ring poured out, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Ye was buried. This huge number of Dao fish is definitely not something that a Fu Dao can own. Even those He Dao rarely have such wealth.

And even if others get so many Dao fish, they will probably keep them for backup. After all, cultivation cannot be rushed. As long as you can endure loneliness and practice hard, you can always get enough Dao power. But Dao fish are different. This thing can be used to replenish power in battle or to buy some treasures.

Looking at the entire Fu Dao in the inner world, I am afraid that only Lu Ye would practice in such a luxurious way.

Under the power of the talent tree, the invisible tiny roots spread out and pierced into the surrounding Dao fish, devouring them crazily!

As time passed, the Dao fish disappeared one by one.

It was not until Lu Ye felt that the reserve of the talent tree had reached a limit that he stopped.

At present, the limit of the talent tree's Dao force reserve is one million. Lu Ye has confirmed this several times, so he has always been a little worried, because according to the Dao force he needs to consume every time he breaks through, when he starts to merge with the Dao, the reserve of one million Dao force may not be enough.

At this critical moment, it is impossible to have the time and energy to replenish the power, which means that he may need to increase the limit of the Dao force reserve of the talent tree before trying to merge with the Dao.

But how can the limit of the Dao force reserve of the talent tree be increased? The only way he can think of is to let the talent tree transform again.

The task is heavy and the road is long...

There are still many Dao fish left this time, but there is no way to refine them anymore. Lu Ye calmed down and began to engrave the divine sword on his own Dao bone.

He is currently at the seventh level of the Fusion Dao, and has seven layers of divine sharp Dao patterns superimposed on his Dao bones. This is one of the reasons why he can now easily break the Dao weapons of cultivators at the same level. Because after activating the Dao power, the Panshan Knife is sharp enough, and some of the characteristics of the Liao after being promoted to a treasure are amplified, so at present, the only Dao weapons that can block the slash of the Panshan Knife are probably the Dao weapons of the Hedao level. Dao weapons at the Fusion Dao level will almost break at the touch.

Under normal circumstances, after the seven layers of the same Dao patterns are superimposed, cultivators who want to break through will basically choose to engrave other Dao patterns, because if they continue to superimpose and engrave the same Dao patterns, the risk level and the probability of failure will increase significantly. Once they fail, the consequences will be disastrous.

Only those who are talented enough, such as the few Fusion Daos from the top Hedao City that Lu Ye met in the wonder this time, will take this risk under the protection of their elders, and even so, they may not succeed.

But Lu Ye did not have any concerns, and did not even make too many preparations.

At present, the Dao power reserve is sufficient, so he started engraving directly.

As always, the pain that penetrated the soul swept through the whole body. No matter how strong his endurance was or how tough his mind was, under such torture, Lu Ye's flesh and blood could not help but wriggle, and soon a fine layer of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

The power of Tao was being consumed crazily, and the degree of consumption was so great that even the top Hedao masters would be shocked.

The basic elements were quickly outlined and spread on the Dao bones.

Lu Ye's clothes were slowly wet, and sweat flowed under his body, gathering into a stream, and then slowly dried up.

Until a certain moment, he suddenly let out a long breath, and the wriggling flesh and blood slowly calmed down. He slowly opened his eyes, and his face was slightly pale.

The original one million power reserves on the talent tree were now less than 100,000, and the consumption was so great that it could be called terrifying.

But the effort was worth it after all. With the engraving of another Shenfeng Dao pattern, it meant that Lu Ye's cultivation had broken through to the eighth level of Fusion Dao.

Only one step away from the ninth level of Fusion Dao!