Urging the spiritual power to pour into the core of the breathing fruit, in a blink of an eye, the person has appeared in the familiar small space.
There are two gates on the left and right, one of which is the place leading to self-sharpening, and the other is for entering Xianyuan City.
The door that enters Xianyuan City needs to be opened to cost 10,000 points of merit, and Lu Ye will naturally not open it easily. Besides, when he returned from Xianyuan City last time, the city lord has already said that he is considered a A member of the Butcher Squad in Xianyuan City will use some special means to remind him in case of war, and then he will directly enter Xianyuan City to participate in the battle.
So far, Lu Ye has not received a reminder from Xianyuan City. It is considered safe to come there. Calculating the time, it has only been a few months since the last battle.
Lu Ye turned his gaze to another door, raised his hand to push it, and a halo flowed on the door, revealing a line of words immediately.
Looking at it fixedly, Lu Ye thought it was true.
Another price increase!
When he obtained the Breathing Fruit Core at Lingxi Realm, he would spend 50 Merit Points each time he used it, but he would need to consume 100 Merit Points at the Cloud River Realm, which doubled directly.
Now that it is the Real Lake Realm, the merits that need to be paid to enter the mirage have indeed increased.
In the same way as the price increase in Yunhejing, it doubled on the original basis.
Two hundred merit points!
Today's Lu Ye naturally doesn't take two hundred points of merit in his eyes, so without the slightest hesitation, he pushed open the door and stepped into the billowing mist.
The process of sharpening is boring, nothing more than the constant rush of enemies from the mist, and then beheaded by Lu Ye, or killed by Lu Ye.
To Lu Ye's surprise, the opponents he met this time were no longer limited to human monks and Zerg.
Among the opponents, there were two strange races, the blood race and the corpse race.
The Blood Clan is the enemy he met in the Dragon Realm, and the Corpse Clan is the enemy of the Wushuang Continent. It didn't make sense that they didn't appear before, but now they suddenly appeared.
Lu Ye speculated that the enemies that appeared in the core of the fruit were probably related to the previous experiences of the monks who entered here.
Because he has encountered blood races and corpse races, there will also be enemies of these two races here.
If they encounter other messy races in the future, the mirage in the fruit core should also be reflected.
With his cultivation base raised to the Real Lake Realm, coupled with Lu Ye's great progress in sword skills, and mastering the new spirit patterns, he has achieved success in comprehending the second form of Tyrant Sword Art. This honing can be said to be fruitful. Full.
The only thing is that every time he fights to exhaustion, the moment he is killed, the pain is unbearable.
That was the real feeling of death, and Lu Ye kept this feeling in his heart. Only in this way can he maintain enough vigilance in the real world.
In the mirage, no matter how many times he died, it was just a loss of mind, but in reality, he only had one life after all.
Time flies, seven days have passed.
The monk who had sent the fire spirit stone arrived as scheduled, and took away the burst fire spirit stone that Lu Ye had given him.
After a while, Lu Ye felt some movement in the mark on the battlefield, and lowered his head to check.
The name, identity, and cultivation level have not changed.
Needless to say, the change of location is nothing more than changing from Cangyan Pass to Bingzhou Haotian City.
In the column of meritorious deeds, more than 100,000 meritorious deeds are missing, leaving more than 350,000. After all, practicing like this every day, going to the mirage state again and again, consumes a lot.
The most important thing is the column of combat achievements: two hundred and seventy-four thousand seven hundred and sixty-two points! JrNovels.com