After having the formation spirit, the study speed suddenly increased to a higher level.

Many complicated calculations can be handed over to the formation spirit.

Hemodinger stayed in the Tiangong Hall for twenty-four hours, except for the fixed three hours of sleep every day.

After the merit system was released, the craftsmen and clever elves who were responsible for research had the most achievements.

No one has any objection to this.

Joke, who dares to object to the system that Lu Yan personally recognizes?

Hemodinger exchanged many spirit fish and piled up his Taoist practice for twelve years.

You can already fast and don’t even need to sleep.

Three hours of sleep are just to give him a little rest, otherwise Lu Yan would not agree to the 24-hour round.

During this period, Lu Yan drove the divine realm and came to the spiritual iron plane No. 1.

Feiyu has been here for a year to prevent the Tauren tribe from having strange intentions.

Although there is a spring of spiritual energy here, how can the concentration of spiritual energy of one be compared with the concentration of up to three in the divine realm?

Feiyu had long been looking forward to returning to the divine realm.

The people of Niutou also gradually learned what kind of god the Lord of Hongmeng was.

I also understand that the thing that suddenly becomes bigger and then smashes down with a bang is called a magic weapon.

What's even more terrifying is that they originally thought that magic weapons were very rare things, and they could only accumulate one for countless years.

Just like the magic of the Taurus Empire long ago.

But Fei Yu just said casually that as long as the spiritual iron is enough, it can create magic weapons infinitely.

This made the people of Niutao dare not have the slightest disobedience. This is really terrifying!

Can this kind of thing be mass-produced?

These just make them feel fearful and dare not develop a rebellious heart.

As they learned more, they felt that the Lord of Hongmeng was so great.

Even my belief in the Lord of Hongmeng became more and more profound.

Because the Lord of Hongmeng can actually make his believers live long, even immortal!

Forever!

What an obsessive word.

When Feiyu proudly told them that even if he did nothing, he would just live to die and had nearly ninety years of life, all the Taurens felt envious, especially the Tauren priests.

For the Taurens, lifespan is always a hurdle that they cannot overcome.

Levels only represent physical fitness and combat ability, but not life expectancy.

The increase in strength is very limited in life span.

Even the ninth-level combat mage has a lifespan of only 150 years.

Now, the Lord of Hongmeng has re-betted his attention to the fragments of this plane.

This made the people of the Tartar very happy.

They were all discussing how to make the Lord of Hongmeng and make them an existence named monk.

Because, in Fei Yu's mouth, only monks can absorb spiritual energy and increase their lifespan.

Lu Yan gave them a chance.

But it is not a monk, but a witch clan!

The witch tribe's dirty blood rewarded by the myth mod.

Now, in Lu Yan's hands, he has the dirty blood of the Wood Witch Clan, the dirty blood of the Gold Witch Clan, and the dirty blood of the Water Witch Clan, which correspond to Jumang, Rushou, and Gonggong.

There are also fire, earth, ice, thunder, wind, and five witch tribes that are dirty and bloody, which are almost gathered.

Lu Yan thought about it and diluted each portion of dirty blood into 100,000 portions.

Even the dirty blood of ordinary witch tribes is not something that these taurens of only level 5 or 6 can bear.

When Lu Yan received the reward, he saw that even ordinary witch clans were thousands of miles tall and as huge as a planet.

Even if this blood is diluted, Lu Yan is worried about whether it will cause them to explode and die.

Three hundred thousand diluted blood.

Lu Yan took out a thousand copies of each of them and placed them in front of the Tauren.

Only the most devout believers can obtain the blood of the witch clan.

Three thousand selected taurens knelt on the ground devoutly.

"The thousand parts of blood on the left represent wood properties, the thousand parts of blood in the middle represent metal properties, and the thousand parts of blood on the right represent water properties."

"Now, you have your destiny left to you to choose."

Lu Yan's projection appeared in the sky.

The leader of the Taurus knelt on the ground, looking at the blood, with a look of burning heat.

He raised his head with difficulty and asked respectfully, "The great Lord of Hongmeng, can we live forever if we drink those blood?"

"No!" Lu Yan paused, "but it can live long."

It was his first time using the Witch Clan blood, and he didn't know what changes it would bring.

He didn't know whether he could live forever.

But just like farming deep into the bones of the Eastern system, longevity is the same.

Even if you cannot live forever, you will probably increase your life span.

"Thank you! The great Lord of Hongmeng!" said the leader of the Tartar respectfully.

Even if you cannot live forever, it is very good to live forever.

Three thousand parts of blood float quietly in the air.

As Lu Yan said, fate was left to themselves.

The Taurus leader stood up first and then walked towards the blood in the middle.

The fighting spirit of the Tauren themselves is all earth-based. In this world, wind, fire, earth, water, wood, thunder, ice, light and dark are the nine basic attributes.

They have never heard of metallicity, but from the name, they think it is also a very powerful combat attribute!

The leader of the Tauren looked at the small drop of dirty blood floating in his hands, and a slight resolute light flashed in his eyes.

Living in this fragment of the plane, they have been tired of it for nearly a thousand years.

A thousand years have passed, and most of their inheritance has disappeared.

They just remembered that a long time ago, this plane was extremely huge and powerful orc empire that dominated the world, but when their ancestors followed an orc god to participate in a war.

The melee between thousands of planes, the empire was destroyed and the plane became fragments.

They have long wanted to leave this fragment and see a bigger world.

Now, the opportunity is right in front of you.

The leader of the Taurus swallowed the diluted blood in front of him.

Lu Yan looked at it without blinking.

After all, it was dirty blood, and he didn't know if there were any side effects.

If the side effects are not big, he can consider whether it can be used on a large scale.

Accompanied by the Tauren leader swallowed the dirty blood of the Golden Witch Clan.

He screamed suddenly, and a powerful and domineering force came from the dirty blood, like a piece of burning red iron, rolling across his throat.

Then burn the stomach bag.

His body, everything, was destroyed by arrogance, and then his body was rebuilt with unparalleled power.

The Tartar's own earth-attribute fighting spirit was destroyed.

The horns were broken, and blood was flowing out of the entire face, eyes, nose, and ears.

The skin was broken, as if something was coming out of the flesh and blood, and they were golden scales.

Destroy flesh and blood and attach to the skin.

The three thousand taurens all became bloody men, rolling in pain on the ground.

Blood mixed with the soil and wrapped them like mud.

Then, these bloody people gradually stopped struggling and remained motionless.

"Even if it is diluted into 100,000 portions, is it too domineering?" Lu Yan pondered and waited quietly.

Slowly, the taurens gradually woke up and then got up and stood on the ground.

But at this time, they can no longer call them Tartars.
Chapter completed!