The production principle of the transformer is also very simple, as long as a coil of copper wire is tightly wound around one end of the magnet as a primary coil, and then another coil of copper wire is wrapped around the other end of the magnet as a secondary coil, and the number of turns of the secondary coil is less than that of the primary coil, a simple transformer can be manufactured, and the voltage it outputs is low voltage. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Yun found a hardware store, bought the materials needed to make a transformer at a relatively cheap price, and calculated the difference in the number of turns between two coils of copper wire according to the principle of voltage transformation, and soon made a transformer.

The transformer, which was completely handmade, was about the size of a book, thick at both ends and thin in the middle, like a dumbbell, and at the same time, in order to facilitate practice, Mo Yun also installed a palm made of iron wire at the output end of the transformer.

Mo Yun made transformers in the yard of his home.

Cuizhu saw the golden transformer in his hand, thinking that he was making a toy on a whimsical idea again, although his eyes were full of curiosity, he didn't bother him, just told him to be careful and not to cut his hand.

Mo Yun nodded and said, "Okay, I see." But his eyes kept on the transformer, and he didn't look at Cuizhu.

In fact, in order to wrap the copper wires tightly and arrange them neatly, his hands were strangled with blood blisters, and it hurt terribly.

But he was so engrossed in the work at hand that he didn't even frown, and Cuizhu naturally didn't see it.

Mo Yun took the finished transformer to the attic and put it on the floor, ready to connect it to the power supply, but suddenly became worried in his heart.

After all, he was not familiar with the materials used to make transformers, and although, from the outside, those things were similar to those on Earth, he did not know their density, that is, their resistance levels, and whether the voltage they output was within the range that the human body could bear.

However, one thing is clear to Mo Yun, and that is that if he stands on the wooden board and touches the output of the transformer with only one hand, he will not be injured.

Thinking of this, Mo Yun calmly turned on the transformer and unscrewed the switch.

The transformer immediately buzzed, like a swarm of mosquitoes whistling inside.

Mo Yun calmed down and listened to the humming sound, and found that the sound was very regular and the frequency was also very stable, knowing that it was operating normally, he turned on the switch and quickly touched the output of the transformer with the back of his hand.

The back of his hand didn't feel any particular discomfort, just a slight numbness, like the tip of his tongue touching peppercorns.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "It seems that my kung fu has not been wasted, and it has succeeded." ”

Designing transformers used to be his forte, and he won an award for it.

Unexpectedly, when he came to the Shenwu Planet, he could still find the feeling of the past again, and he couldn't help but feel very happy in his heart.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, stretched out his left hand to hold the wire of the transformer, and then pointed at the wrist of his left hand with the second finger of his right hand, and immediately felt an indescribable force coming from the iron palm of the transformer, which made his limbs swell a little, and at the same time, he also felt his eyelids, lips, ears, fingers, toes, and even the balls at the base of his legs jump spasmally.

However, he did not let go of his hand, but held the wire hand tightly and remained motionless.

As time passed, his body gradually adjusted to the spasm, and then he felt countless iron rods rolling on his body, which made him feel pain all over his body and panic in his heart.

However, he still held the wire hand unrelentingly, and had no intention of giving up.

As time passed, the iron-like pain gradually disappeared, his body slowly became comfortable, and the air he breathed in his nose became cold, as if he had suddenly entered a forest rich in negative oxygen ions, which made his spirit very uplifted and his thinking very clear.

He knew that at this point, the nerves all over his body had been activated by the electric current.

He moved his gaze to the dressing mirror next to him, and saw in the dressing mirror that his face was the same as usual, but there were blue sparks on his hair and eyebrows.

He looked down at his bare arm again, and saw that there was a faint blue spark on his arm.

Those sparks illuminated his still somewhat immature skin, and between the tiny hairs, like starlight, it shone and disappeared.

If his gaze rested on a certain place at this time, he could see a faint layer of blue smoke rising a centimeter above his skin.

The blue smoke was very light and sloppy, like the aquatic plants in the river, fluttering and swaying, if there was nothing, so that his whole person was shrouded in a dreamlike light and shadow.

Mo Yun stared at the blue smoke curiously for a while, slowly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and entered the meditation realm.

He found that because his body had established a relationship with the microcurrent, he had entered the meditation realm much faster than yesterday, as if the distracting thoughts in his mind had been taken away by the current, and he had become pure and focused, and it was easy to reach the state of unity of mind and mind.

As a result, the picture of the neural network began to appear in his mind, starting from the Baihui acupoint above his head, connecting the twelve main nerve lines of four verticals, eight horizontals, and so on.

At the moment when he pushed the twelve main lines together with his mind, he suddenly felt his body light up like a light bulb.

Although his eyes were still closed, he still felt a bright light penetrate his eyelids and hit his eyeballs.

He wondered, how could he see the light when his eyes were closed.

He opened his eyes and saw that his body was glowing blue.

Though he was clothed, the flowing light still pegated from under his neckline, cuffs, and trouser legs, brighter than the light that came in through the skylight.

Mo Yun had never seen such a strange sight before, and he became very excited.

He took off his clothes to see what had changed.

However, when he undressed, the light on his body suddenly disappeared.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that his hand left the transformer, and without electricity to push the neuronal force in his body, the brilliance on his body would naturally disappear.

So, he held the wire hand of the transformer with his left hand, and after a moment of thought, he entered the meditation realm again, let the current flow through the twelve nerve threads, connecting them into one, and immediately, he saw the blue smoke that seemed to be nothing, and the brilliant blue light appeared on him again.

Without the cover of clothes, the blue light turned the whole room blue, making the whole attic as transparent and dreamy as seawater.

"Wow, that's amazing, isn't it?"

He looked at the mirror next to him and suddenly became excited.

He saw him in the mirror, in a cloud of humanoid blue light, and at the bottom of that blue light loomed a humanoid blue network, just like he saw on the first page of the textbook.

He found that the network on his body was more three-dimensional, brighter, more precise, and softer than the one in the textbook, and at the same time, he also found that there was an arc of electricity flowing like smoke in the network.

He felt a thrill in his heart.

"Ah, I've practiced the art of knowing the gods, and I've succeeded. ”

His shout alarmed Cuizhu downstairs.

Cuizhu muttered, "This kid usually sulks, why did he suddenly start yelling?"

Turning his head to see the light at the staircase, he said loudly: "Yun'er, what kind of lights are on in broad daylight? ”

She shouted twice, but didn't hear Mo Yun answer, so she put down her work and wanted to go upstairs to see what was going on, but she heard Mo Benming outside the courtyard calling her out to help unload the goods, so she had to put this matter aside for the time being.

Mo Yun had completely entered the meditation realm at this time, and he didn't hear Cuizhu's words at all, so naturally he wouldn't respond to her.

He continued to use his mind, with the help of electric current, to find more neurons in his body, and when he found a neuron, a certain part of his body would light up a little blue light, as if his neurons had turned into tungsten filaments, and as long as he could find them, he could light them up.

Time passed little by little, and his body gradually felt a little tired.

When he opened his eyes, he saw him in the mirror, his whole body was filled with flowing blue light and blue smoke, but the bright blue electric sparks on his skin were gone, and the neural network that emerged from his body became more detailed.

Looking at the light and smoke on his body, he had the scene of the alternating current input into the battery in his mind, and suddenly there was an unexpected discovery, that is, the divine consciousness technique can actually turn the human body's neural network into a storage grid, so that the human body no longer discharges electricity into the air.

He said in his heart, if I can store these currents in my body for a long time, then I can use it to activate the neuronal forces in my body at any time and practice divine martial arts.

Thinking of this, he pulled out the already sour left palm from the iron palm of the transformer, stood up, and made a lunge according to the spiral force technique in the textbook, using his mind to push the current in his body, concentrating it on the Yongquan point on the sole of his foot, kicking down, twisting his waist and turning his body, and at the same time, changing his right hand into a palm, and pushing forward violently.

As the palm pointed out, a flash of blue lightning shot towards the hanging basket on the roof.

A cloud of smoke rose from the basket and squeaked and swayed.

The basket shook very little and slowly.

If it weren't for the cacophony of creaks, it would have been almost unnoticeable.

However, Mo Yun realized that he had made a crucial breakthrough, and he was thrilled about it.