Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1296 Such a Magical Weapon

Naturally, the monks' understanding of meteorites cannot be as accurate as the instruments on the Noah, which can accurately analyze the various elemental composition and precise values of the material.

The most common and widespread method is to use the Black Crystal Meteorite Iron to refine the Broken Sky Sword, just like Lin Fan did. Use spiritual power to stimulate the smelting and reshape it into a weapon in the flames.

Lin Fan suddenly had a strange association: the process of solid state turning into liquid state might be another form of molecular dissociation.

In this world of immortal cultivation filled with spiritual power and magic, similar molecular changes are always hidden in various refining processes, such as the smelting of medicinal materials and ores...

Just as the Lanxing people in the Middle Ages called complex chemical reactions "alchemy", the processes of changing the form of matter in the world of immortal cultivation also have their own logical context.

It’s just that different civilizations use their own language to describe the same microscopic changes.

The density of meteorites is usually not low. After being refined and fused with other materials, they are reshaped into weapons with a sharpness far superior to the native minerals of the Amber World.

The sword cuts through rock and iron like cutting tofu, and chops through things like cutting rotten wood.

Even weapons like the formation plate, which were not originally designed for killing, could, once cast with meteorite iron, create a devastating force when thrown out. Wherever they went, people and horses would fall to the ground and the scene would be in ruins.

What is even more amazing is that if it is refined into a protective weapon, it can form an indestructible barrier that is strong enough to resist any magical weapon in the world.

But what people desire is more than just a weapon that can cut through iron like mud.

When the meteorites showed such unimaginable gains during forging, they firmly believed that the unreachable world outside the universe must contain more powerful forces and greater mysteries.

There might be countless natural treasures that can multiply the power of magic weapons, and there might be more secret techniques that transcend the mundane world...

The longing for the unknown, like the seeds of a vine, is deeply rooted in everyone's heart and takes root and sprouts.

Desires are like leaves that have not yet sprouted. Even they themselves cannot clearly explain what they want.

Perhaps it was his obsession with an indestructible divine weapon, or perhaps it was his greed for the power of killing...

All these factors caused the already scarce meteorite refining materials to be driven up to sky-high prices in the market, which once triggered countless scrambles.

Countless monks worked hard and exhausted their minds to forge it, trying to analyze the deeper power and mystery contained in the meteorite.

Finally, at dusk when the bloody setting sun dyed the furnace red, a long sword with an ominous aura appeared out of nowhere.

In addition to inheriting the sharpness of the meteorite weapon, this sword also carries a frightening treacherousness -

Whenever the skin is scratched by a sword, the wound will be like being gnawed by an invisible force, and will continue to bleed and never heal. No matter how many panaceas you have or how many miracle doctors you have, they will be helpless.

It was just a seemingly light bloodstain, a minor injury that was not worth mentioning, but it became the cause of death.

Over time, the original name of the sword had long been forgotten in the shadow of fear, leaving only an unknown but extremely fitting ominous name - "The Deathly Prophecy".

"Curse?" Antonio sneered, "It's just a meteorite containing radiation and toxins that was refined into a weapon."

He crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his arms rhythmically with his fingertips, and spoke with a tone of impatient certainty.

"Because the content is not high, there is no problem in carrying and using it normally. But once the skin is cut, those invisible and colorless things will penetrate into the flesh through the wound. You can't feel the existence of these things, and by the time you find something wrong, your internal organs have already been corroded, and naturally there is no way to save you."

Not all meteorites carry harmful radiation. Most are pure gifts from outer space.

But in the eyes of those fanatics who are obsessed with this, only weapons containing radiation can be called true "magic weapons" -

Those who are obsessed with the mysteries of the outer world firmly believe that it is a concrete manifestation of the power of the outer world. Holding such a weapon, it seems that one can touch the laws beyond the sky.

Those who love to kill and fight prefer to use it to build up their bloody prestige. After all, the curse of "those who are hit will die" is far more intimidating than simple martial arts.

Unfortunately, these magical instruments bearing the "curse" mark are extremely rare due to the scarcity of materials and the difficulty of refining.

However, its treacherous nature led to endless bloody battles. Finally, it gradually disappeared in the midst of the sword-fighting.

The sudden disappearance of the "magic weapon" was like a basin of cold water poured on the hearts of the fanatics who had just touched the "gate to the outside world", but it failed to extinguish the fire in their hearts, but instead gave rise to even more burning anxiety.

The lack of meteorites was like a natural barrier, and everyone thought that the occasional divine weapon was due to unstable refining technology. Therefore, the road to breaking through the boundary by trying to explore the mysteries of meteorites fell into a long period of stagnation.

Countless monks have spent their entire lives studying the classics, but they are still stuck in the same place. After hundreds or even dozens of years, their desires are gradually worn away by the dull despair.

Until one day, a rare spiritual root that only existed in the fragments of ancient books suddenly appeared, like a thunderclap, splitting the chaos.

The stagnant deadlock started moving again.

"What kind of spiritual root is so powerful?" Antonio raised an eyebrow and asked. "It can actually stir up the situation in the world of immortal cultivation?"

"Empty spiritual roots." Lin Yuan blurted out.

As soon as he finished speaking, he keenly noticed that Lin Fan and Le Zheng Yuanqing's eyes suddenly fell on his face.

There was a barely perceptible aftertaste in his eyes, as if he was chewing on a name that had been buried by time, with a bit of complicated melancholy.

Lin Yuan's heart was slightly moved: "What? You also know someone with a Void Spiritual Root?"

"I know him." Lin Fan blinked, and the kind face of Qian Lao appeared in his mind, and then it turned into a face full of wrinkles and as pale as paper. His eyes were closed, and his whole body sank under the living water, lifeless.

Chaos beads!

She must find the Chaos Orb to extend Mr. Qian's life!

"Why don't I know him?" Antonio tilted his head and glanced at Lin Fan and the others blankly, with a tone of grievance of being excluded. "Who is Mr. Qian? He sounds like a powerful figure?"

He is very familiar with the Special Affairs Office and 800, so how come it seems like he has never seen this person before?

Lin Fan came back to his senses from his anxious thoughts, calmly concealed the anxiety in his eyes, and calmly told the story of how Mr. Qian rubbed the black hole with his hands outside Lanxing, which almost sucked the Gro spacecraft in and swallowed it, causing them to be cut off from the tail and flee in panic to survive.

Antonio also remembered at this time.

He knew there was such a powerful man, but the war was tense at that time, and he was wholeheartedly focused on Lin Fan, so he didn't delve into his reputation.

"Oh, then I know him." He nodded heavily. Seeing that Lin Fan stopped there and did not mention the follow-up of Mr. Qian's injury, he understood and did not ask any further questions.

He was not afraid of death and faced Le Zhengyuanqing's gaze, praising him: "He is indeed amazing, even more amazing than the eldest brother, right?"

Le Zheng Yuanqing ignored his little thoughts.

Lin Yuan was shocked when he saw that gesture of acquiescence...

"Since you know such a powerful person, I don't need to explain many things in detail." Lin Yuan calmed down and changed the subject, "That spiritual root was carefully cultivated with extremely valuable resources. Finally, after it reached the Great Perfection stage, it tore open a space passage under the watchful eyes of the public."

Lin Fan guessed a possibility from Lin Yuan's increasingly solemn statement.

Cheng Kong once said that the ancient destruction was caused by the cultivators themselves?

There is also a record in the book that it was a natural disaster.

Could it be that... some strange black hole in space was opened, attracting something extraordinary?