Once the seed of an extraordinary plant like the Vampiric Demonic Rattan was stimulated by spells, it would have to devour a lot of flesh.
If it could devour a lot of flesh, then it could undergo a magic transformation and split into 2 seeds after it was no longer used.
If it didn't devour enough flesh, then it would wither and turn into ashes.
In the Turandot Subcontinent's underground world, the dark elves would throw many sinners and slaves that had lost their usefulness into the Vampiric Demonic Rattan to cultivate this terrifying extraordinary plant.
After Yang Feng took control of the Turandot Subcontinent's dark elves, he learned all the methods they grasped.
When everyone present saw Yang Feng destroy 2,000 extremely ferocious beastman empire's Wolf Cavalrymen practically by himself, their eyes flashed with a touch of awe. At the same time, they gained a bit more confidence in their future.
In a corner of the Red Earth Wasteland.
Artais looked at the sky, his complexion suddenly changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "The Copper Wolf Tribe's Wolf Cavalrymen were defeated!!"
Gerald's eyes flickered with incredulity, and he said: "How is that possible?
The Copper Wolf Tribe's bandits have 2,000 Wolf Cavalrymen, they are extremely ferocious.
In the Red Earth Wasteland, who knows how many caravans have died at their hands.
The 2,000 Wolf Cavalrymen should have used up all of his spell slots, so how could they have been defeated?
What happened? "
Artais had a complicated look in his eyes, and he gave a long sigh: "I don't know either.
I only know that the Copper Wolf Tribe's Wolf Cavalrymen were defeated! "
Gerald's eyes were bloodshot, and he suggested: "He defeated the Copper Wolf Tribe's Wolf Cavalrymen, so he must have consumed a lot of energy.
How about we sneak attack him now? "
Artais shook his head and said very rationally: "It's too dangerous!
That Great Wizard was able to defeat the Copper Wolf Tribe's Wolf Cavalrymen so easily.
If we sneak attack him, we might not be his match.
The risk is too high! "
"Damn it!!"
Gerald swore and fiercely stamped his foot.
A black bird descended from the sky and landed on Gerald's shoulder.
Gerald's eyes lit up slightly, and he took a white slip of paper from the black bird.
He stared at the white slip of paper for a while, and finally revealed a smile: "No, I don't think we have to go.
The stronger Master Ian is, the better, because the people from the Elven Empire will arrive tomorrow. "
Artais also revealed a smile. "That's right, the stronger he is, the better. It would be troublesome if he is too weak."
As night fell, the entire land was shrouded in darkness.
As if a specter, Yang Feng rushed out of the camp and arrived next to it.
Yang Feng waved his hand, and seeds of the extraordinary plant Iron Bamboo flew into the sky.
Yang Feng's eyes flashed with a touch of a peculiar glint, he pressed his chest and a dense swarm of mechanical bees flew out, landed on the Iron Bamboo seeds with great precision.
Yang Feng took out a pouch from his hand and tapped it lightly. The pouch opened, and a large amount of green magic powder flew out, fluttered in the wind, and flew towards the iron bamboo seeds.
As the green powder flew past, the Iron Bamboo seeds suddenly grew strangely. They quickly sprouted and their roots dug deep into the ground. At the same time, they continued to grow until they were more than 10 meters tall.
The dense swarm of mechanical bees flew towards Yang Feng and flew into the Dimensional Crest.
Yang Feng took out another Dimensional Crest and pressed it, and the mechanical battle beast Mofen Demonic Polar Bear suddenly appeared.
The life force of the Mofen Demonic Polar Bear surged, it waved its paw, and a tremendous fluctuation of earth elemental particles shrouded the earth. Countless amounts of earth extended and covered the more than 10 meters tall Iron Bamboo.
Yang Feng took out a pouch, opened it, and flicked his finger. A large amount of red Tempered Magic Powder suddenly flew out and fell on the Iron Bamboo covered in earth. The earth quickly condensed and became as hard as steel.
This Tempered Magic Powder was a material used in the construction of some simple houses in the Great Cloud Dynasty. Now, it was used by Yang Feng in the Red Earth Wasteland.
Under the flickering of magic radiance, a 16-meter-tall, 10-kilometer-wide city wall gradually took shape in the darkness.
The next morning, the sun shone on the earth.
"City!!
City!!
Everyone, come out and take a look, there's a city here!!
There's a city here!! "
A shriek suddenly exploded in the camp.
"What happened?
City!
What city? "
Nancy opened her eyes at once, and looked around vigilantly. After hesitating for a moment, she held the still sleepy little hand of Nanni, and walked outside.
No matter what, she didn't dare to leave her precious daughter.
As soon as she left the camp, Nancy saw a 16 meters tall and 10 kilometers in diameter city wall appear in front of her.
Nancy was dumbstruck with an incredulous look on her face: "This, this huge city clearly didn't exist yesterday!
Just what kind of power could actually build such a majestic city in a single night?! "
"This is a revelation from the mighty god!!
This is a miracle!! "
"That's right, this is a miracle from the mighty god who took pity on us!!"
"…"
Looking at the majestic city that suddenly appeared, many slaves wept with sorrow, knelt on the ground, silently recited various prayers, confessed their sins to the god, and longed for the god's redemption.
"This is the power of the mighty Master Ian!
It was the great Master Ian who had built this city. He had built this miraculous city in one night!
Now, let us recite his name and thank him for giving us this city of miracles!! "
Clive walked over with the 200 Iman Principality's royal guards and shouted.
"Thank you, mighty Master Ian. Thank you for giving us this city of miracles.
We were spared from the hardships of wind and rain, and obtained a place to stay.
We sincerely thank you for your gift! "
Lina immediately lowered her head and recited piously.
Under her lead, the maids of the Iman Principality also began to recite Yang Feng's alias.
Under their influence, the slaves also began to praise their masters one by one.
Illuminated by the morning sun, Yang Feng slowly walked out of the city. Shrouded in sacred light, he looked like a god walking in the secular world.
Yang Feng said lightly: "This is the residence I gave you!
From today on, as long as you work hard for 3 years, I'll abolish your slave status, restore your freedom, and let you become my subjects! "
"Thank you, mighty Master Ian. Thank you for giving us this city of miracles.
We were spared from the hardships of wind and rain, and obtained a place to stay.
We sincerely thank you for your gift! "
The slaves first saw the city of miracles that night, then saw Yang Feng promise them freedom. When they saw Yang Feng brimming with sacred aura, their hearts surged at once, and they knelt on the ground and praised Yang Feng loudly.
"The level-1 spell Sacred Light has no offensive power. But when used properly, it's indeed a powerful spell."
Yang Feng operated a secret method, and his eyes flashed with misty magic light. He clearly saw the weak faith power exuded by the slaves converge on him.
In fact, the names of the heroes who left their mark in the history of the Feisuo Plane would be silently recited by billions of people, giving them the blessing of faith power.
Some extremely outstanding legendary heroes whose names had been heard by the entire plane were most likely to ignite their divine fire and become demigods.
However, on the Feisuo Plane, the method to become a god was concealed by the gods, and was not disseminated to the secular world.
Unless a demigod had heaven-defying luck, it was possible to find the godhead of a fallen god, absorb it, and directly promote to a god.
The faith power exuded by the slaves was negligible when it came to becoming a god.
Besides, without an idol attached to the main body, the faith power would eventually dissipate after praying every day.
A mature church with countless pious believers and an endless stream of faith power was the foundation of a god.
Yang Feng turned around and slowly walked towards the city he named the city of miracles.
Everyone in the huge convoy began to pack their luggage and slowly entered the city of miracles.
The city of miracles had city walls, but inside, it was flat and barren, without any buildings.
The slaves began to build some simple buildings. Everyone worked in full swing, their hearts brimming with hope.
In the Red Earth Wasteland, where there were no building materials, such a city appeared overnight, which was simply a miracle.
Yang Feng's promise was a huge temptation for the slaves.
On the Feisuo Plane, slaves were the property of their masters.
The descendants of slaves were also slaves and the property of their masters.
Their masters could dispose of them at will.
Even if their masters killed their slaves, they wouldn't be condemned, and wouldn't violate any laws.
No master would easily give up the shackles of his slaves and give them freedom.
Now that Yang Feng promised them the status of subjects after 2 years of work, it was natural for them to be very excited and motivated.
Standing on top of the city wall, Yang Feng looked at his people down below, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
On the Turandot Subcontinent, Yang Feng basically left everything to the robots to manage, while he cultivated behind closed doors and improved his strength.
Now that he personally managed the slaves, it was a different kind of fun.