Walking quickly in the corridor, the thinking in Luo Yan's mind became smoother and clearer.
From the beginning to now, I have been looking for the relationship between the Guixu Formation and the treasure ship timber.
Little did he know that the so-called "Guixu Formation" he saw was actually not the formation itself at all.
To use an analogy, it is as if I attributed the smell of the beef stew in the pot just now to the special stewed soup.
However, I couldn't prepare the same soup anyway.
The reason is that the soup itself is a "finished product" made by superimposing a variety of raw materials.
The Guixu Formation that was observed in the courtyard and was changing all the time was actually some kind of extremely complex "finished product".
To deduce the result from the finished product is like solving a multivariate multiple equation, and you will be overwhelmed by the countless possible answers.
The real key to solving the problem is to find the "corresponding elixir" that actually boils the "soup" - that is, the real Guixu Formation.
Arriving in the central courtyard, Luo Yan stared at the rotating and changing lines calmly, and had already constructed the corresponding geometric model in his mind.
Suppose that the Guixu Formation itself is three-dimensional, and what we see is actually just the motion profile of the three-dimensional model in two dimensions, following a certain route.
Then, you only need to form countless frames in your mind about the changes in the motion profile over time, and then connect all these motion frames together to form an animation, which is the shape of the Guixu Formation itself.
"Do you understand what he is saying?" Qing Pingjian asked in a low voice.
"I don't really understand." Kunlun Jing replied, "But I probably understand a little bit."
"You can actually keep up with his train of thought." Qing Pingjian said displeased, "Who is the destined sword?"
Shi Liuli hurried from behind and saw his junior brother nervously staring at the Guixu Formation. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he was overworked and was close to overdraft.
No! No...if you upgrade from two dimensions to three dimensions, the complexity is still too high.
We still need to continue to upgrade the dimension!
He began to forcefully compress the moving model in his mind inwards.
If it weren't for the countless formation knowledge I absorbed in the side hall during this period of time, it would be impossible for me to have the theoretical basis for such complex calculations.
But more importantly, his talent of hearing and enlightenment provides enough computing power!
"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that his body began to tremble, Shi Liuli quickly stepped forward to stop him, but was suddenly blocked by a snow-white long sword.
"I can't let you disturb him now." Zhun Mangjun, holding a long sword, appeared from the shadows of the corridor, with a gloomy, strange, and longing smile on his face, "I have been waiting for this day.
, but I’ve been waiting for a long time..."
I saw Luo Yan in the central courtyard, his face slowly turning red, and a large amount of Qi sea penetrated from the Dantian up along the meridians into his brain. As his thoughts were running faster and faster, the entire sea of consciousness seemed to be boiling.
As if.
"Ah Jing!" Qing Ping Jian in his spine suddenly said, "If this continues, he will burn his essence and die! We must cut off his Ren and Du meridians to block the return of Qi!"
"Don't cut it yet!" Kunlun Mirror in the sea of consciousness said, "Believe me, he will be fine!"
Qing Pingjian hesitated for a moment and said coldly:
"Okay...but if he dies because of this, you know what will happen to us!"
Luo Yan was completely unaware of the conversation between the mirror and the sword inside his body, or it could be said that he turned a deaf ear to it.
At this time, he has devoted all his energy to calculations. At the same time, he is still continuously rotating the sea of qi, mobilizing the true energy, penetrating it into the brain like a steam engine, maximizing the talent of Yiwenqianwu, forcing his thoughts
Get up and running faster.
The model of the Guixu Formation in my mind has been compressed to the eighth dimension. Countless complicated lines are constantly curling and compressing, gradually revealing the prototype of some amazing, extremely gorgeous high-dimensional existence.
It’s not enough! We have to keep counting!
Compressed to the ninth dimension, the changes in lines have become extremely slow, and the requirements for computing power have increased by more than one step.
From Luo Yan's eyes, nostrils, ear holes and the corners of his mouth, small drops of blood slowly began to ooze out. This was due to the excessive pressure of the air flowing in the skull, causing the ends of the meridians to rupture.
Shi Liuli wanted to rush over and shout loudly, but found that her limbs were swinging like lead, and her upper and lower jaws were directly pressed together, making it impossible to make a sound.
Not only that, the invisible pressure was getting heavier and heavier, making her almost unable to stand still, let alone activate the magic weapon.
This is... Longwei!
Zhun Mangjun put his hands in his sleeves, as if exerting the power of the dragon took no effort at all.
He stared at Luo Yan, who was crumbling in the courtyard, with an almost frozen smile on his face, but his eyes flashed with desire.
Many monks in the side hall also noticed something strange in the central courtyard at this time. Many people had already entered the corridor and rushed towards the entrance of the central courtyard.
The tenth dimension!
Luo Yan's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he felt as if his soul was split.
On the one hand, the rational thinking stimulated by the gift of "one hearing, one thousand enlightenment" is like the power engine on a high-speed train, which is continuously roaring and running;
On the other side is his own consciousness, which is slowly pulled away from reason and begins to examine his physical condition.
Not good, very bad.
At this time, my subcutaneous body temperature has risen to nearly seventy degrees. It is impossible for a mortal to survive such a high fever, and what protects me is...
The sword spirit of Qingping Sword.
Qingping Jian used sword energy to protect the meridians throughout his body, and continued to run the secret technique of body training, using true energy to repair those body parts burned by high temperatures.
The Kunlun Mirror is full of light, suppressing the boiling sea of consciousness, just like a long railway track, restraining the running train of thoughts from rushing directly to the bottom of the cliff.
The eleventh dimension!
All moving lines, runes, structures... were suddenly compressed into an entity with limited boundaries.
This "formation" that exists within the eleventh dimension is so complex, gorgeous and natural. It is rotating rapidly in Luo Yan's sea of consciousness, changing into countless dazzling patterns.
As the Guixu Formation rotated in the sea of consciousness, Luo Yan noticed the Guixu Formation under his feet, and the speed of rotation also began to change.
The changing states of the two are getting closer and closer, and in the end they are almost completely synchronized.
Then, from the center of the Guixu formation at his feet, a hole opened in the void, and a black spindle-shaped object emerged from it.
Before Luo Yan could make any move, he heard a sudden laugh from Lord Zhun Mang next to him, and then he turned into a stream of light and rushed into the central courtyard, reaching out to grab the object first.
At this time, the object was half exposed from the void. With Luo Yan's rich experience, how could he not tell that it was a shuttle-shaped magic weapon?
How powerful should the magic weapon be that can be used for refining and hiding in the Guixu Formation?
Luo Yan had a calm expression on his face, holding on to his weak body. The fingers folded in his sleeves had already started kneading, and he was about to pull out the divine light of the acquired Five Elements Great Extinction to give the waiting Lord Zhun Mang a face-to-face brush.
, only to see the other party suddenly throw something towards him.
Shi Liuli! Why is she Miss Shi?
Luo Yan, who was originally calm and unhurried, subconsciously dispersed the divine light in his sleeves, hurriedly caught Shi Liuli's body, and at the same time stepped backwards with the force of his feet.
"Junior brother, please don't..." In an instant, he exited the central courtyard and was out of the distance of Long Wei. Only then did Shi Liuli regain the control of his body. Just as he was about to speak, he saw flashes of light in the corridor next to him!
The ancient monks hiding outside the courtyard also saw clearly the outline of the shuttle-shaped magic weapon.
You must know that most shuttle-type magic weapons have the ability to shuttle and manipulate space.
In addition, this magic weapon appeared from the Guixu formation, which is clearly the key to leaving Guixu. How can these crazy and almost crazy monks hold back?
Immediately, they all rushed towards the central courtyard, and at the same time, they used the most powerful spells, flying swords, magic weapons... all at Zhun Mangjun who was rushing at the front.
Only a furious dragon roar was heard. Under the bombardment of countless brilliance, a white dragon had risen into the sky and smashed through the water film at the top of the central courtyard!
What it holds in its mouth is the shuttle-shaped magic weapon that appeared from the center of the Guixu formation. It is about three feet and seven inches long and is completely black, as if it can absorb all the light from the outside world.
Seeing countless monks penetrate the water film and quickly chase after the white dragon, Shi Liuli quickly held Luo Yan's hand, thinking that the junior brother had spent so much effort and effort, but in the end he made a wedding dress for others. At this time, his heart
It's probably very uncomfortable, right?
But she didn't know how to comfort her junior brother, so she could only hold his hand silently, with their palms touching and their fingers intertwined.
Luo Yan looked into the sky expressionlessly, and Qingping Jian's voice sounded like a smile but not a smile in his mind:
"Why, aren't you going to chase after me? Maybe there is a chance to get it back?"