With the formation spirit, the research speed suddenly increased to a higher level.
Many complicated calculations can be handed over to the formation spirit.
Heimerdinger stayed in the Tiangong Hall for 24 hours, except for the fixed three hours of sleep every day.
After the merit system was released, the Tiangong masters and the mechanical elves who were responsible for the research obtained the most merits.
No one had any objection to this.
What a joke, who dared to oppose the system approved by Lu Yan himself.
Heimerdinger exchanged a lot of spirit fish and piled up his Taoism to twelve years.
He can already fast and doesn't even need sleep.
The three hours of sleep is just to let his spirit rest a little, otherwise Lu Yan would not agree to work 24 hours a day.
During this period, Lu Yan drove the God's Domain and came to the Spirit Iron No. 1 plane.
Feiyu guarded here for a year to prevent the Tauren tribe from having different intentions.
Although there is an aura spring here, how can the aura concentration of one compare with the concentration of three in the God's Domain?
Feiyu has been looking forward to returning to the God's Domain.
The minotaurs gradually understood what kind of god the Lord of Hongmeng was.
They also understood that the things that suddenly grew bigger and then fell down with a bang were called magic weapons.
What was even more terrifying was that they originally thought that magic weapons were very rare things, and it took countless years to accumulate one.
Just like the magic guides of the enemy country of the Minotaur Empire a long time ago.
But Feiyu just casually said that as long as there was enough spiritual iron, magic weapons could be made infinitely.
This made the minotaurs no longer dare to have the slightest rebellious heart. This was really too terrifying!
Such things can actually be mass-produced?
These just made them feel afraid and dared not have a rebellious heart.
The more they understood, the more they felt that the Lord of Hongmeng was really great.
Even more, their faith in the Lord of Hongmeng became deeper.
Because the Lord of Hongmeng could actually make his believers live long, even immortal!
Immortality!
What a fascinating word this is.
When Feiyu proudly told them that even if he did nothing and just waited for death, he would still have a lifespan of nearly ninety years, all the minotaurs were envious, especially the minotaur priests.
For the minotaurs, lifespan is always a hurdle they cannot overcome.
Rank only represents physical fitness and combat ability, not lifespan.
The improvement of strength has a very limited effect on the increase of lifespan.
Even a ninth-rank battle mage has a lifespan of only one hundred and fifty years.
Now, the Lord of Hongmeng has refocused his attention on this plane fragment.
This made the minotaurs very happy.
They are all discussing how to let the Lord of Hongmeng let them become cultivators.
Because, in Feiyu's words, only cultivators can absorb spiritual energy and increase their lifespan.
Lu Yan gave them a chance.
But not to become cultivators, but to become witches!
The witch blood rewarded by the myth mod.
Now, Lu Yan has the Wood Witch Clan's dirty blood, the Gold Witch Clan's dirty blood, and the Water Witch Clan's dirty blood in his hands, corresponding to Ju Mang, Ruo Shou, and Gong Gong respectively.
There are also five pieces of witch clan dirty blood fragments, fire, earth, ice, thunder, and wind, which are almost complete.
Lu Yan thought about it and diluted each piece of dirty blood into 100,000 pieces.
Even if it is the dirty blood of ordinary witches, it is not something that these minotaurs of only level 5 or 6 can bear.
When Lu Yan received the reward, he saw that even ordinary witches are thousands of miles tall. As huge as a planet.
Even if this kind of blood is diluted, Lu Yan is worried that it will make them explode and die.
Three hundred thousand diluted dirty blood.
Lu Yan took out a thousand of each type and placed them in front of the minotaurs.
Only the most devout believers can obtain witch blood.
Three thousand selected minotaurs knelt on the ground devoutly.
"The one thousand bloods on the left represent the wood attribute, the one thousand bloods in the middle represent the gold attribute, and the one thousand bloods on the right represent the water attribute."
"Now, your fate is up to you to choose."
Lu Yan's projection appeared in the sky.
The leader of the minotaurs knelt on the ground, looking at the blood with a fiery look in his eyes.
He raised his head with difficulty and asked respectfully, "Great Lord of Hongmeng, if we drink that blood, can we live forever?"
"No!" Lu Yan paused, "But we can live longer." This was
the first time he used the blood of the witch clan, and he didn't know what changes it would bring.
How could he know whether he could live forever.
But just like farming is deeply rooted in the bones of the Eastern system, longevity is also.
Even if you can't live forever, you must be able to increase your lifespan.
"Thank you! Great Lord of Hongmeng!" The leader of the minotaurs said respectfully.
Even if you can't live forever, it's very good to be able to live long.
Three thousand bloods floated quietly in the air.
As Lu Yan said, their fate was left to themselves.
The leader of the minotaurs stood up first, and then walked towards the blood in the middle.
The fighting spirit of the tauren themselves is of the earth attribute. In this world, wind, fire, earth, water, wood, thunder, ice, light and darkness are the nine basic attributes.
They have never heard of the gold attribute, but hearing the name, it seems to be a very powerful fighting attribute!
The tauren leader looked at the small drop of dirty blood floating quietly in his hand, and a firm light flashed in his eyes.
Living in this plane fragment for nearly a thousand years, they are already tired of it.
A thousand years is a long time, so most of their heritage has disappeared.
They just remember that a long time ago, this plane was huge and the powerful orc empire dominated the world. However, when their ancestors followed an orc god to participate in a war. In
the melee between thousands of planes, the empire perished and the planes were shattered.
They have long wanted to leave this plane fragment and see a bigger world.
Now, the opportunity is right in front of him.
The leader of the minotaurs swallowed the diluted dirty blood in front of him.
Lu Yan watched without blinking.
After all, it was dirty blood, filthy blood, and he didn't know if there were any side effects.
If the side effects were not serious, he could consider whether it could be used on a large scale.
As the leader of the minotaurs swallowed the dirty blood of the Golden Witch Clan.
He screamed suddenly, and a strong and overbearing force came from the dirty blood, like a red-hot iron block, rolling across his throat.
Then it burned through his stomach.
His body, everything, was brutally destroyed, and then the overbearing power rebuilt his body. The
earth attribute fighting spirit of the minotaur itself was destroyed.
The horns were broken, and the whole face, eyes, nose, and ears were all bleeding.
The skin was torn, as if something was drilling out of the flesh and blood, which were pieces of golden scales.
Destroying the flesh and blood and attached to the skin.
Three thousand minotaurs all became bloody people, rolling on the ground in pain.
The blood mixed with the soil, enveloping them like mud.
Then, these bloody people gradually stopped struggling and remained motionless.
"Even if it is diluted to 100,000, is it too overbearing?" Lu Yan pondered and waited quietly.
Slowly, one by one, the minotaurs gradually woke up, then climbed up and stood on the ground.
But at this time, they could no longer be called minotaurs.