After releasing the Water God, Ange kept performing pollination and rolling out a tornado.

Pollination is a very low-level wind magic. If the magic is at a level of zero, then the pollination should be around zero. The magic it consumes is less than one-tenth of the level of first magic...

So Ang can cast hundreds of times in one second, and pollinate hundreds of thousands of crops in thousands of acres of land in a short period of time.

However, pollination is a magic that can increase infinite value. As long as the center point is kept consistent every time the spell is cast, it can stir the tornado more and more like a water tank, until the whole world cannot accommodate it.

However, this is not an easy thing to do. It is easy to keep the center point consistent, but even if Di Rooney does it once or twice, hundreds or thousands of times, can he last for several hours? Will he keep his legs consistent without blurring eyes, hands, hands, sore legs?

Ang can.

The tornado became more and more stirred, and the more it became higher and higher, running straight through the world, along the vortex at the center point, a large amount of cloud water vapor was pumped down.

The wind and clouds were surging, and the clouds on their heads were pulled away, and the wind and clouds from all directions surged quickly, quickly filling the missing places, and then continued to be pulled down. The water and humidity of the tornado was rising wildly at the location of the tornado.

In this case, some low-level water magic can also achieve higher-level effects. Ange could have used both minds and then used raining techniques, but there is no water god.

"What? You asked me to condense water? Condensate all the water vapor into water droplets?" Thom looked incredible when he heard Ang's request, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Ange nodded and urged: "Quick."

"But, I am the water god, the water god Tom, the water 'god'." Tom couldn't believe it and couldn't help but emphasize his identity.

Others had already rushed over one after another, including Negris, and he curled his lips: "I know, I am the 'God' of Knowledge, this is the 'God' of Redemption..."

Speaking of this, Negris gestured for the goddess of redemption. The goddess of redemption, who was pretending to be obedient with her big eyes, took out a small hammer and was about to knock it fiercely.

Negris was speechless: "Just be cute, you don't need to pretend to behave, you are not fierce at all, Shamala Shamala."

Shamara had a pair of wings, and a dark holy flame surged from her body, glaring at Tom, in an evil shape.

Thom is not afraid. The power of depravity has no effect on it, and it is not as threatening as salt water. Just as he was about to sarcastically say a few words, Ang slapped it in the head: "Quick."

"Oh." Thom obediently turned into water mist. Soon, thick water mist filled the surroundings, quickly soaking the earth, and several streams gathered on the ground and flowed into the distance.

Although reluctant, who made its soul in Ange's hands? It was just a little unbelievable. The dignified water god actually wanted to do such a job?

But the goddess of redemption is used to act cute, and the Fallen Heaven uses it to bluff people, and it seems that it is not unacceptable to condense water.

The condensed water vapor is quite pure, at least it is much purer than holy water. It won’t dirty yourself. Forget it, let’s do it.

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Thom himself is known as the God of Water, but in fact, it should be classified as elemental creatures and has no divine nature. It is natural to control water and does not have to work hard at all. No matter how much water vapor is curled, it can condense into water mist in a very short time.

The mist merges into water droplets, the water droplets merge into streams, the stream merges into rivers, and the desert creates a large amount of water.

The wind and clouds were surging, and the sky and earth changed in color. Ange's continuous casting began to trigger the celestial phenomena. The sky on his head seemed to be missing, clean and cloudless, but endless dark clouds rushed over from all directions.

The dark clouds did not flow directly, but were spinning around the edges and moving their eyes to a high altitude, and you could see a huge cyclone taking shape.

Among everyone present, Di Rooney is the best at wind magic. His nickname is Typhoon Tian, ​​but he was already stunned at this moment: "Just use such low-level magic to trigger the celestial phenomena? What a joke?"

Negris asked curiously: "Can you do it?"

"I can do it, I don't dare to think like this. A low-pressure air trough of this level must be given a magician group or smashed tens of thousands of magic crystals to accumulate it. No, no, no, no, it can't be called a low-pressure air trough, it's a low-pressure cyclone." Di Rooney said anxiously.

He never thought that a small cyclone at level 0:00 could trigger such a celestial phenomenon, but looking at Ang's number, it seemed reasonable. After all, this casting speed was too abnormal.

As the water on the ground accumulates more and more and soaks the earth, everyone looks at each other and can't help asking: "What should we do? Just watch like this? What can we do?"

Negris spread his hands: "I don't know what I can do either, I don't even know what Anger is going to do."

When Ang heard it, he turned out a pile of grains with his backhand: "Sow seeds."

After saying that, he turned to the water god Thom: "Water mist."

Thom thought for a while before he understood what Ange meant, that it would not condense water into water, but gather into water mist, so that the diffusion range would be wider. If it condenses into water and flows along the desert, it would soon seep into the sand. Even if it was flooded, it would not spread much.

The water pumped is vaporized into water mist and disperses, which can moisten half of the desert.

Negris made several holes in the bottom of the bag, then grabbed the bag and flew away, and the grains inside kept falling out.

Di Rooney compressed a gas mass, wrapped a bag of grain and flew to the distance, and suddenly exploded. The grain inside was shaken by the explosive gas and evenly spilled into a certain range.

The great sage summoned the hearse and moved a truck of grain to the car, and ran away. Countless hands of the undead tear open the grain bags and spread the grain evenly.

The goddess of redemption tied up her skirt, grabbed a handful of grain seeds, found a space nearby, poked out a small hole with her fingers, and carefully sowed the grain seeds one by one.

Luna couldn't help but emerge from Shamara's body and sarcastically said, "If you plant this way, you should be able to plant the table tomorrow."

The goddess of redemption looked up and rolled her eyes, then smiled.

"Hmph." Luna snorted with contempt, reached out her hand, and the grain bags flew up one after another, stacked onto her back, forming a small hill, which was more than the most capable docking laborer.

In this way, she could still fly and fly in another direction that was not sprinkled.

After flying for a distance, the light wings blew, the two grain bags were shattered, and the grain seeds inside were spilled out and evenly spilled.

After flying for a while, two grain bags slid down, and were buzzed by her light wings and evenly spread out.

Duroken waved a golden rod and clicked on the food bag: "I'll make you a magic trick."

The grain bags flew away one by one with wings, flew to the corresponding location, and began to open the bag mouth and pour it out by themselves, just like the grain bags would sow the seeds by themselves when they grew up.

Negris was dumbfounded. It found that it had sowed the slowest and couldn't help but curse: "Yebada, you have never planted the ground, but you have quietly practiced the trick of sowing. You are hypocritical!!"

As night falls, no longer the evaporation of sunlight, the water mist spreads farther and farther. Within a range of hundreds of kilometers, the humidity increases to the point where water can be emitted by pinching. The ground is soaked through, and the seeds fall on it and are slowly awakened.

In the night sky, a little white light appeared in the place where the red stars had disappeared, and it was coming.

Ange transformed into an armor, then raised his right foot, stepped on his chest hard, and made a clear footprint on the soul armor.

Normal people definitely can't do such a move, but who made him a skeleton? Not to mention stomping on this, he can take off his soles and press his face.

The aura of death burst out on him, and scales surged on Ange's body and turned into a giant dragon with shiny scales. Ange had appeared in the space of consciousness, the real form of the Dragon God.

Boom! Some invisible force hit the ground, and most people had no sense of it, but divine fire rose from the goddess of redemption and Shamara, and their bodies were as if they were hit hard, and they knelt down and slowly turned into ashes and flew away.

PS: I have been taking medicine recently and I am prone to sleep. I accidentally overslept, and the update is unstable. I'm sorry.
Chapter completed!