Someone's misconduct naturally attracts the attention of other beings in the same situation.

But Lin didn't explain much, just gave Fen a look, and threw a large number of temporarily edited demand documents into the other party's field of vision. Because it's plaintext, not encrypted files, Lin doesn't know how other world trees intercept file packets, anyway, everyone knows.

The World Tree is as always. Their values are so different from the worldly that they pay little attention to things that have nothing to do with them. But as the main compiler of the underlying grammatical expansion of the P language, Fen can certainly understand the benefits of such an improvement, and at the same time refresh the perception of someone's laziness. This product must be impatient with this kind of item-by-item calculation, so he thought of using this method.

But since it's a good method, there's no reason not to use it, even if it's grinding guns in battle. The Lich has long been familiar with all kinds of mathematical methods, and what is lacking is only a hint of where and what method to use.

It should have been a big and cumbersome project, but in this state of over-the-top thoughts, everything was like God's help. With a glance at the question, the answer is clear. And the more progress the two accumulate, the faster the improvement will be.

In the end, the two of them seemed to have put aside the world tree's relaxed super-galloping thinking and entered another realm. In this realm, everything moves fast.

For the first time, someone thought that it was not the opposite of things, and he fell into an opposite realm. After taking a closer look, Lin realized that what he saw was the ubiquitous particle movement trajectory, something that was impossible to see with the naked eye.

Immersed in the thoughts of the second layer of overriding, Lin and Fen cooperated to complete the revision of the P language in one go, and renamed it the P+ language. How much time seems like 100 years have passed? Or two hundred years? What surprised someone the most was that he would not be hungry, thirsty, or have any desire to eat or drink Lazar. The only explanation is that in reality it has not elapsed at all.

When the P+ language was completed, Lin replaced the underlying programming language used in the body remodeling ceremony. It was a process of calculation one by one, and suddenly it was like a torrential rain, and the results of the calculation poured out.

In the first layer of super-coated thoughts, the World Tree also found that the computing power of the two of them had been abnormally improved. And because all the beings in the Hetu Array were not an exaggeration to say that they were one and the same, they quickly learned about the content of the programming language that the two had improved. The big guys who have been in the place for a long time do not hesitate to use it, and they are not afraid of whether there are traps or anything like that.

And the fact that the World Tree can easily get hold of the P+ language and trust it is also because it was agreed that all knowledge in the process is open and interoperable. This is a condition for the World Tree to join. And for Fen, the computing power of the World Tree has reached a higher level, and it is also beneficial to his own goals, so it is impossible to deliberately cover the P+ language.

The World Tree's attitude towards the P language, although it is used, is not deliberate. That is, when someone provides P-based file data, or uses a forum to communicate, the World Tree will use programming language-based tools.

What they used to do in normal times, they still do. Because using your own old method is not only a habit, but also more efficient and faster.

However, after the current computing method replaces the underlying P+ language, the computing speed is very different from the previous program. Even if for some reason, in the realm of mind overrun that is only possible when the World Tree is promoted, the output of the calculation results can be described as the word 'furious'.

So while they did a lot of calculations, they also spent a little bit of care on their own deductions. After all, in the recent period, what the World Trees have done the most is to modify their core magic formations. It's quite rare to enter this wonderful realm, and there is no one who doesn't have a little Jiujiu in his heart and brings some private goods to himself.

But even if everyone is a little selfish and secretly doing their own thing, it has no impact on Fin's work. Because the Lich is facing a situation that has not been imagined before, the computing power is redundant...... Even if all the participants are single-mindedly engaged in their assigned computational work, the revised P+ programming language can still digest all the computational needs in an instant, and then be idle.

And as long as someone is idle, Fen, as the leader, will feel dazzling and want to find something to throw in the hands of the other party. If someone could speak, he would definitely say that the attitude of the boss who can't see the employees relaxed is a disease and must be cured.

It's just that in this realm of over-the-top thoughts, Lin has no idea of gossiping at all. Countless thoughts and thoughts popped up in his head at this moment, competing for the redundant computing resources, striving to put himself into practice, or else he had to improve the plan.

It's as if it's personifying these whimsical ideas that only exist in someone's mind, as if they all have a mind and are bent on their own plans. But people who don't have any emotions and look at everything from a third-party perspective do feel like they have nothing to do with it.

Lin who was caught in some kind of strange change, of course, things could not happen to him alone, but the Dream Magic Tower was waveless and calm. The fat man with a long sword on his shoulders was standing in the dream space ravaged by countless whirlwinds. The original five-story magic tower had long since collapsed, and every brick and tile was blowing in all directions with the wind, and then went in all directions.

The sword that was being carried was naturally the box cut, and it said worriedly, "James Fat, are you going to die?" Otherwise, how could there be such a big battle? ”

"Don't worry. The so-called good people don't live long, and bad people live for thousands of years. Although our family is not so bad, it is not a good person, and it will not die so quickly. As for the current situation...... You also know that the number of times the original almost played itself to death is not bad this time. So it's really hard to say whether you can pass the test this time. The fat house incarnate flicked the wind-blown board and said in a chic manner.

"I'm not worried that no one will fly me in the future. Then I won't be beaten back to my original shape, helpless. He said regretfully. Suddenly, he said, "Is there anything we can do to help?" ”

"If you want to help, okay, then add more fire." The avatar of the fat house slashed the box in his hand upwards, and summoned his true body into the dream space with a flash technique. After it landed firmly in his hand, the greasy fat palm rubbed the sword. The place that was wiped was like a strong acid corrosion, and the body of the imitation holy sword Anduriel was corroded with holes.

Chi Che exclaimed, "What are you?" ”

"Boy, if you don't break it, you can't stand it. Let's use your whole body to experience it. How much you can get out of it depends on your own chance. Hahahaha. As he spoke, he threw the box cut away and threw it into the wind.

And in the midst of the laughter, the fat house was incarnated like wind and sand, blown away by this wind from top to bottom, and swept into it. But the laughter continued, and the wind swept faintly formed a huge humanoid silhouette, standing up to the sky and the earth, touching the edge of this seemingly boundless, but actually bounded dream space.

The moment the Wind Giant touched the edge of space, this boundary began to disintegrate as if it had been corroded, revealing the appearance of the Dream Tower's outer space. It was a colorful dream, sometimes very magnificent, sometimes strange and gray, suddenly heard the thunder of heavy rain, and the next moment it became the soft cry of birds, and the song of insects.

There are also bubble worlds that belong to the dreams of countless people, one by one, floating in them. There is a beautiful world like a fairy tale, and there is also a scene like hell; Some people sing softly or loudly; Some have demons, go to heaven and earth, and hunt down and kill people in their dreams.

Outside of these bubble worlds, the inhabitants of the Dream Realm are a group of demonic species prefixed with the word 'dream'. Nightmare Beasts, Dream Demons, etc., these demons who can shuttle between the Maze, the Abyss, and the Dream World, saw the destruction of a certain bubble world, and they all thought that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and they all used their shuttle instincts to come towards the destruction.

But what awaits them is a flood of power, which in turn drowns and swallows it up. At the very head of this torrent is the box cut that has corroded to the point that only half of the sword body remains. Broken, it is still an indestructible sharpness, piercing all the dreams and nightmares in its path, piercing all the demons that stand in its way, and even drawing the boundary between dreams and other dimensions, and escaping into it.

The surviving demons didn't understand what had just happened at all, they only knew that those who blocked died, those who resisted swallowed, and none of them were spared. The only thing to be thankful for is that the strange wind seems to have run away on its own, into a place where no one can chase it.

The wind of power that entered the gap in the dimension no longer had the posture of being self-respecting like in the maze and abyss, but struggled to resist the omnipresent multi-dimensional and multi-dimensional violent energy that filled the environment. It is constantly compressed and weakened, and the free parts will be eroded and assimilated in an instant.

Under this external pressure, the eight powers that were deliberately guided did not overflow, but were constantly refined.

Compared to the wind of power, which struggles to maintain its own existence, the box cut is like a fish in water. It soaked up the chaotic energy of the place to its fullest extent, but was in no hurry to reshape Anduriel's appearance, for it remembered what the fat man had said.

The previous corrosion of the sword body was not caused by external forces. Rather, after the theory of the quantum computer was taught to it, it has been able to change into a box cut with a single molecular blade, trying to further change its own characteristics, find controllable elementary particles, and find a way to observe correctly.

But to do this, the cost of oneself is unimaginably large. It can be said that no matter how long it sleeps, as long as it is still stranded in the maze, it will never be able to try to touch this realm.

Even if he followed that man for a long time, he had accumulated enough capital for himself through his flashing technique. However, in order to realize its own quantum architecture, it is still necessary to obtain enough energy to change its own architecture by detracting from itself.

Now that it has entered the gap in this dimension, it has not taken this opportunity to make up for the previous shortfall. It was a powerful vacuum cleaner-like box cut next to it, so out of the power wind of the dream realm, the pressure was slightly relieved. A planned change is taking shape.