The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 2265: Prototype

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Chapter 2265 Prototype

"What?"

Mingzhong’s words made Wang Meng stunned and said: "Ming Lao, what do you mean?"

"Haha...the little friend Wang Meng who is nothing, just take it as compensation. I still remember the original Mountain God Origin Crystal. After you know that I have special needs, you will give me all of it without hesitation. Now it is the root cause. Qi is naturally the same. You can refine magic weapons with it, which can greatly increase your combat effectiveness."

"This..."

Mingzhong's gift was too heavy, which made Wang Meng hesitate.

But after turning his head to see Mingzhong's serious expression, Wang Meng dismissed the thought, nodded and said: "Ming Lao, since you insist on doing this, then I will accept this gift."

Wang Meng is no more polite.

This time going to the Demon Clan is dangerous, Wang Meng needs absolute tyrannical strength, and Root Qi is enough to help Wang Meng.

"Study it carefully, and say it when you need the space teleportation array, and I will let them start immediately." Mingzhong smiled and walked out.

After Mingzhong left, Wang Meng didn't hesitate anymore and immediately took out the root qi.

The source of energy is in the glass bottle. It possesses intelligence, and it is rushing around there, trying to get out of it.

Unfortunately, when the root gas is most powerful, it is the moment when it is fully formed. The root gas in front of you is genuine, but it is not formed.

So strictly speaking, it's just ordinary gas now.

"You need my refining!" Wang Meng smiled at the source of energy, the spiritual energy gathered in his fingertips, and Wang Meng pointed to it.

Boom!

Wang Meng pierced the glass bottle that contained the root gas, and the root gas inside flew out.

The first thing it does is to run away, flying towards the window.

Wang Meng smiled sarcastically after seeing it.

"It took so much price to auction you successfully. You can't escape if you want to. You can't escape."

Buzzing~

The aura swept wildly, and gathered into a huge aura hand, quickly coming to the root cause, grabbing it.

The source of Qi made a sharp cry, and then it actually passed through Wang Meng's giant hand of spiritual energy.

This made Wang Meng frightened, and he subconsciously said: "It is indeed the root qi. The rumored root qi can easily penetrate the aura defense, it seems to be true."

"It's a pity, you haven't formed yet, so you dare to be really naughty?"

Wang Meng flicked his finger, and millet grains flew out. Reiki obviously can't deal with a special object like root qi, but millet grains can.

The material of millet grains is special, which just absorbs the unformed root gas.

Wang Meng also turned into a stream of light and entered the millet grain space.

At this moment, the unformed root gas is desperately trying to escape in the millet grain space. Unfortunately, this is the millet grain space. It is useless to escape.

Wang Meng stared at the source of air that was flying around him, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Wang Meng couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Root Qi hasn't taken shape yet, but it's not strong enough. Let me help you shape it." Wang Meng said as he stretched out his hand.

But when Wang Meng was about to continue, he was stunned, thinking what to do in his mind?

Is the source of energy used to fuse oneself?

Or making a magic weapon?

These are the only two paths of Root Chi. Regardless of the type, there is a tyrannical existence.

Wang Meng thought for a long time, and felt that if he merged with himself, the risk would be too great, and the amount of root qi was not enough.

It seems better to refine magic weapons.

"But there is only such a small amount of root energy, what kind of magic weapon should be refined?"

This is another headache.

Wang Meng thought for a long time, and felt that Feijian was more appropriate. After all, Feijian only needs a little bit of root energy.

Wang Meng quickly found a picture with a flying sword on it, and drew more than a dozen flying swords of different shapes in one go.

Wang Meng has never refined a magic weapon, but he also understands that when refining any magic weapon, he must first engrave the drawings, and depict the magic weapon he wants to refine, so that he can make subsequent productions.

Staring at the flying swords on the drawing, Wang Meng finally chose the most suitable one, which was rather strange compared to the normal flying swords.

The tip of the flying sword is very pointed, showing a prototype, while the handle is thick and heavy. When viewed from a close distance, it looks a bit like an awl, not a flying sword.

Wang Meng felt that this kind of flying sword was just right.

The greatest ability of Root Qi is to easily penetrate aura defenses.

So the more sharp the flying sword, the easier it is to use.

"This is it."

After having an idea in his heart, Wang Meng grabbed the source of Qi. In order to stabilize this thing, Wang Meng's continuous spiritual energy gathered and formed a prison to trap it.

Root Qi can break away the aura, but this is the unformed Root Qi after all. How can it be trapped for a while when Wang Meng's aura continues to flow.

Wang Meng closed his eyes tightly, the spiritual power in his body madly overflowed, wrapped the source of Qi, and then refined it.

Generally, when refining and building magic weapons, spiritual power is needed. Fortunately, Wang Meng's spiritual power reaches the third rank, which is enough.

To refine the magic weapon, or to refine the magic weapon from the source energy.

This is destined to be a long process.

Wang Meng sat cross-legged, and as a steady stream of spiritual power gushed from his body, the source of energy in front of him trembled violently.

It is very uncontrollable.

Wang Meng felt the difficulty, his forehead was gradually covered with sweat.

Time is passing by one minute and one second.

A whole hour later, the root qi in front of Wang Meng began to take the embryonic form of a flying sword under the control of spiritual power.

"Call..."

Wang Meng let out a sigh of relief, this process is really too difficult.

Fortunately, Wang Meng persisted, and Wang Meng, who had already made the first step, made the next few steps much easier.

Pattern~

Sweat dripped from Wang Meng's forehead and chin along his cheeks, and finally dripped onto the ground.

Gradually, Wang Meng felt that his vision began to blur.

Wang Meng still persisted.

This is a huge consumption of mental power, and the consumption of mental power can make a person extremely tired. That and aura are two concepts.

"It seems to be about to succeed."

Wang Meng glanced at it. The source of energy, wrapped in spiritual power, completely gave up resistance, and is now being slaughtered by Wang Meng.

It turned into a flying sword portrayed by Wang Meng.

From this point of view, it is very similar to an awl, with a dazzling golden light glowing throughout.

"It is indeed about to succeed." Wang Meng laughed excitedly when the prototype appeared.

However, success soon is not the same as success.

Although the prototype of Feijian is ready, there are some next steps,

For example, to engrave patterns, to fix the shape of the flying sword, and finally to inscribe Wang Meng's own Tao, let it become his own magic weapon.

"Continue!"

Wang Meng yelled, no matter how much mental power he consumes, he can't stop, and he won't win if he doesn't fight.