Walking quickly in the corridor, Luo Yan's thoughts became smoother and clearer.

From the beginning to now, I have been looking for the connection between the Guixu Array and the treasure ship wood.

Little did he know that the so-called "Guixu Formation" he saw was not the formation itself.

To give an example, it is like attributing the taste of the stewed beef to the special soup in which it was cooked.

However, I couldn't make the same soup no matter what I did.

The reason is that the soup itself is a "semi-finished product" made by combining multiple raw materials.

The Guixu formation observed in the courtyard, which is constantly changing, is actually some kind of extremely complex "intermediate product".

To deduce the result from the finished product is like solving a multivariate equation, and you will be confused by the countless possible answers.

The real key to solving the problem lies in finding the "corresponding elixir" that is needed to make the "soup" - that is, the real Guixu Formation.

Coming to the central courtyard, Luo Yan stared calmly at the rotating and changing lines, and had already constructed the corresponding geometric model in his mind.

Suppose that the Guixu Array itself is three-dimensional, and what we see is actually just the movement profile of the three-dimensional model following a certain route in two dimensions.

Then, you just need to form countless frames in your mind as the motion profile changes over time, and then connect all these motion frames together to form an animation, which is the shape of the Guixu Array itself.

"Do you understand what he is saying?" Qing Ping Jian asked in a low voice.

"I don't understand it very well." Kunlun Jing replied, "But I probably understand a little bit."

"You can actually keep up with his thinking." Qing Ping Sword said unhappily, "Who is the natal sword?"

Shi Liuli came hurriedly from behind and saw his junior fellow apprentice staring at the Guixu formation nervously, with cold sweat already breaking out on his forehead. It was obvious that he was overworked and almost exhausted.

No! No... If we upgrade from two dimensions to three dimensions, the complexity is still too high.

Still need to continue to upgrade the dimension!

He began to compress the model that was constantly moving in his mind inwards.

If I had not absorbed countless formation knowledge in the side hall during this period of time, I would never have had the theoretical basis for such complex calculations.

But more importantly, his talent of understanding everything he hears provides him with enough computing power!

"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his body begin to tremble, Shi Liuli hurried forward to stop him, but was suddenly blocked by a snow-white sword.

"I can't let you disturb him now." Zhunmangjun emerged from the shadows of the corridor holding a long sword, with a gloomy, strange, and eager smile on his face, "I have waited for this day for a long time..."

Luo Yan's face in the central courtyard slowly turned red, and a large amount of Qi flowed from his Dantian along the meridians into his brain. His thoughts were running faster and faster, and his entire sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be boiling.

"A Jing!" The Qingping Sword in his spine suddenly said, "If he continues like this, he will burn his spirit and die! We must cut off his Ren and Du meridians to block his return energy!"

"Don't cut it yet!" said the Kunlun Mirror in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, "Trust me, he will be fine!"

Qing Ping Jian 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 in his body, or rather, he turned a deaf ear to it.

At this moment, he had already put all his energy into the calculations. At the same time, he was constantly circulating his Qi Sea and mobilizing his True Essence, sending it into his brain like a steam engine, stimulating his talent of being able to understand everything he hears to the maximum and forcing his thoughts to function faster.

The model of the Guixu formation in his mind had been compressed to the eighth dimension. Countless complex lines were constantly curling and compressing, gradually revealing the prototype of some amazing and extremely gorgeous high-dimensional existence.

It’s not enough! Keep counting!

When 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 level.

Tiny drops of blood slowly began to seep out from Luo Yan's eyes, nostrils, ear holes and corners of his mouth. That was because the pressure of qi in the skull was too great, causing the ends of the meridians to rupture and blood to seep out.

Shi Liuli wanted to rush over and shout loudly, but found that his limbs were shaking as if they were filled with lead, and his upper and lower jaws were stuck together, so he could not make any sound at all.

Not only that, the invisible pressure was getting heavier, making it almost impossible for her to stand, let alone activate the magic weapon.

This is... Long Wei!

Zhunmangjun put his hands in his sleeves, as if exerting the dragon's power took no effort at all.

His eyes were fixed on Luo Yan, who was staggering in the courtyard. He had an almost frozen smile on his face, but his eyes were flashing with desire.

Many monks in the side halls also noticed the abnormality in the central courtyard at this time. Many of them had entered the corridor and were rushing 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 one hand, the rational thinking stimulated by the talent of "understanding a thousand things after hearing one thing" is running continuously like the power engine on a high-speed train;

On the other side, my consciousness was slowly pulled away from rationality, and I began to examine my physical condition.

Not good. Very bad.

At this time, his subcutaneous body temperature had risen to nearly 70 degrees. It was impossible for a mortal to survive such a high fever, and what protected him was...

The sword energy of the Qingping Sword.

Qingping Sword used sword energy to protect his entire body's meridians, and continued to practice the secret body-building technique, using his true energy to repair those parts of his body that were burned by high temperatures.

The Kunlun Mirror shone brightly, suppressing the boiling sea of ​​consciousness, just like a long railroad track, restraining the running train of thoughts so that it would not rush directly off the cliff.

The eleventh dimension!

All the moving lines, runes, structures... were suddenly compressed into an entity with limited boundaries.

This "formation" that exists in eleven dimensions is so complex, gorgeous and natural that it runs rapidly in Luo Yan's sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into countless dazzling patterns.

As the Guixu Array in his sea of ​​consciousness began to operate, Luo Yan noticed that the rotation speed of the Guixu Array under his feet began to change.

The changing states of the two are getting closer and closer, and in the end they are almost completely synchronized.

Then, a hole appeared in the void in the center of the Guixu formation beneath his feet, and a black shuttle-shaped object emerged from it.

Before Luo Yan could make any move, he heard Zhunmangjun beside him suddenly laugh, then he turned into a stream of light and rushed into the central courtyard, reaching out to grab the object.

At this time, half of the object had emerged from the void. With Luo Yan's rich experience, how could he not see that it was a shuttle-shaped magic weapon?

How powerful should the magic weapon be that can be used by the Guixu Array to refine and hide?

Luo Yan remained expressionless, holding up his weak body, and began to make hand gestures with his fingers hidden in his sleeves. He was about to draw out the acquired five elements great extinction divine light to hit Zhunmang Jun who was waiting for him, but he saw the other party suddenly throwing something at him.

Shi Liuli! Why is it Miss Shi?

Luo Yan, who had been calm and composed at first, subconsciously dispersed the divine light in his sleeves, and hurriedly caught Shi Liuli's body, while stepping on the ground to retreat rapidly.

"Junior brother, don't..." In an instant, he withdrew from the central courtyard and got out of the range of Long Wei. Shi Liuli regained 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 the outline of the shuttle-shaped magic weapon clearly.

You should know that most shuttle-type magic weapons have the ability to travel through and manipulate space.

In addition, this magic weapon appeared from the Guixu formation, which clearly meant it was the key to leaving Guixu. How could these cultivators, who were so crazy that they were almost insane, restrain themselves?

They immediately rushed to the central courtyard together, and at the same time used all the most powerful spells, flying swords, magic weapons... to attack Zhunmangjun who was rushing in the front.

Only a furious dragon roar was heard, and under the bombardment of countless lights, a white dragon soared into the sky and broke through the water film on the top of the central courtyard!

And what it held in its mouth was the shuttle-shaped magic weapon that appeared from the center of the Guixu Formation. It was about three feet and seven inches long and completely black, as if it could absorb all the light from the outside world.

Seeing countless cultivators breaking through the water film and rapidly chasing after the white dragon, Shi Liuli hurriedly held Luo Yan's hand, thinking that his junior brother had spent so much time and effort, but in the end he ended up making wedding dresses for others. He must be feeling very bad right now, right?

But she didn't know how to comfort her fellow apprentice, so she could only silently hold his hand tightly, with their palms touching and their fingers interlocked.

Luo Yan stared into the air expressionlessly, and Qing Ping Jian's half-smiley voice came into his mind:

"Why, aren't you going to chase after them? Maybe there's a chance you can get it back?"

"No need." Luo Yan sneered.