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Gu Xingyan was about to ask when Vicky snapped her fingers and the holographic projection in the conference room changed again.

An ordinary black bean appeared in front of everyone, surrounded by expensive magic crystals.

Vicky shook her tail, "My magical power comes from this plane seed. It is said that if this seed is cultivated properly, it can grow into a complete plane."

She shrugged. "It's a pity that I haven't been able to make it sprout yet."

Alexander whispered, "Maybe it's just bad luck."

Vicky made a "tsk" sound, agreeing with this statement.

Gu Xingyan's attention was attracted by the seed, and a light suddenly flashed in her mind.

Plane Seed...

The Blazing Wasteland plane that she had bought at an auction not long ago was said to also hide a "spark" that could give birth to a whole new plane.

If we can get it, wouldn't it be possible to replicate Vicky's success and produce fire crystal veins continuously?

However, Gu Xingyan quickly calmed down.

No one at the auction house is 100% sure about the existence of the "fire". If they go looking for it rashly and come up empty-handed, wouldn't that be a waste of time?

While she was still thinking, Yun Qingzhi called her gently.

"Xingyan, I remember you know a lot of dragons, right?"

Yun Qingzhi didn't know that Gu Xingyan had several dimensions, so she smiled and suggested, "Perhaps, you can replicate Alexander's method."

Gu Xingyan's eyes lit up, and she was surprised to find that there was more than one path she could take!

"I do know several dragons, both Eastern and Western!"

Yun Qingzhi nodded. "I remember that when you drew lots last time, you invited Chen Long to come and guard the place. His bloodline power is no weaker than that of the Golden Holy Dragon."

Gu Xingyan was embarrassed to trouble Chen Long for a long time, so she said, "That person is my customer, but I have a Black Dragon employee under me."

Alexander was immediately excited when he heard this. "Since she's an employee, it's easier to deal with. Give her a travel dimension and let her develop her own clan. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

When Vicky heard Yun Qingzhi mention blood power, she suddenly thought of an important point and added, "Youngest, if you know more than one dragon and their species are very different, it is best to develop them separately. This way, the purity of the mineral vein can be guaranteed."

Gu Xingyan nodded quickly. Although she only had one Black Dragon subordinate, Long Yu, it was always right to keep him in mind.

It was Alexander who suddenly realized that he was the one who should be reminded.

He slapped his forehead and said in annoyance, "There are all kinds of dragons living in my area, including gold dragons, silver dragons, gem dragons, and earth dragons..."

Vicky patted him on the shoulder and said, "Isn't this just right? If you go back and make some adjustments, the quality of your dragon vein will be improved!"

This is the benefit of group meetings. When one person has a problem, others can draw inferences from it and apply the experience to themselves.

Everyone was talking at once, and the more Gu Xingyan listened, the more she felt that whether it was building a dragon settlement or using the plane for production, it was more reliable than the illusory "fire".

There are so many ready-made "experts" around us, and you can ask them for help at any time if you don’t understand something. It’s so convenient!

Thinking of this, Gu Xingyan decisively gave up the idea of ​​exploring the Blazing Wasteland plane.

She didn't know that her decision saved her from being killed.

The Blazing Wasteland plane is currently burning with raging flames.

The sky was dark red, as if it had been stained with blood.

Distorted heat waves rose from the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and coke.

Deep underground, a group of skinny fire spirits were swinging crude pickaxes with their skinny arms.

They were dressed in tattered clothes, and their skin was covered with burns and whip marks of varying sizes. Some of the wounds were even oozing blood, mixed with sweat and dirt, and turning black and festered.

The fire spirits mechanically repeated the digging action, each accompanied by a low gasp.

The surrounding rock walls emitted scorching heat, burning their bodies, and the sweat evaporated as soon as it appeared.

A young fire spirit was exhausted and staggered, and the pickaxe in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp "clang" sound.

He raised his head, his pair of red eyes filled with despair, looking helplessly at the darkness above his head, as if it were the bleak future of the Fire Spirit Clan.

"God of Fire... do you really exist? Why don't you come to save us..." He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

Another young fire spirit sneered and said sarcastically in a sharp voice: "Fire God? Don't dream! Those flame spirits were sent by the Fire God to torture us! We are destined to suffer here forever!"

He pointed to the shocking scar on his eye, which was left by a fire whip. It extended from the corner of his eye to his cheekbone. It was hideous and looked like a twisted fire snake coiled on his face.

"What a bullshit Fire God! The Blazing Wasteland belongs to us Fire Spirits!"

Before he finished his words, a tall Yan Ling appeared behind them.

Yan Ling and Huo Ling are not the same species.

The Fire Spirit is a branch of the elves, and only its hair and wings have the characteristics of fire; while the Flame Spirit is a humanoid monster whose entire body is made of flames.

At this time, the Yan Ling was holding a long whip burning with flames in his hand.

Although they were all fire-type creatures, the fire spirits huddled together in fear when they saw the long whip.

Yan Ling had a fierce look in his eyes and a cruel smile on his lips as he approached the two young fire spirits step by step.

"Who allowed you to be lazy?" Yan Ling's voice was low and hoarse, as harsh as sandpaper rubbing against glass.

He raised the fire whip in his hand and whipped the young fire spirit hard.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the young fire spirit let out a scream, curled up into a ball, and trembled violently.

"What a big mouth! How dare you slaves dream of the Blazing Wasteland!"

Yan Ling roared and swung the fire whip in his hand again, drawing burning arcs in the air.

The other fire spirits were so frightened that they trembled all over. They lowered their heads, sped up their digging, and dared not make any sound.

An older fire spirit trembled and walked to the cynical young fire spirit, and whispered:

"Stop thinking about it and work hard. At least you can save your life..."

The young fire spirit gritted his teeth, anger and unwillingness flashing in his red eyes, but he finally picked up the pickaxe silently and rejoined the digging team.