"Theoretically...... But I really don't like communicating with you in my way......"

When Wang Qi heard this, he immediately stood upright: "Senior sister, please rest assured, as long as you control yourself, that kind of thing will never happen again!"

A rare trace of murder flashed in Mi's eyes: "It's good, if you can't control your hands and use 'uncontrollable' demonic methods, my physical body will also be out of control...... I'm also an immortal-level creature anyway, and it's very simple to kill an individual across half of the Divine State. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info If you do something other than what I allow, you know. ”

It seems that the Plague spell does make her heart palpitate.

Wang Qi raised his hand: "Hey, senior sister, don't be so ruthless, I ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Mi went to his side, and then pressed his chest: "Then, go down to you." ”

Before Wang Qi could react, he was "pressed" into the sea.

He melted.

Immediately afterward, a wider world opened up to him.

The limitations imposed on the mind by the physical body disappeared in an instant.

He is no longer the little human race of "Wang Qi" confined to the poor flesh. The concept of "self" was extended in an instant. For a moment, he felt his spirit become a piece of music. Originally, his thoughts were supposed to end in a certain "chapter", but the resonance of another "instrument" changed his spirit. The end of his thoughts is mixed with the beginning, and his thinking becomes a kind of non-linear loop.

However, more murmurs poured in.

This is the thinking of the Poseidon class. As a group of creatures composed purely of microorganisms, they do not know how to solidify their thoughts, nor can they fix their thoughts in a special structure like normal beings.

And when it manifests itself, it is mental instability and the infinite growth of distractions.

For Wang Qi, at this moment, it was as if he was about to drown in this uncontrolled noisy ocean.

It was as if the human being was walking through a labyrinth of tangled lines. However, the tempered will connects these paragraphs of thinking into a whole.

- Now, it's time to think.

- Is this the form it is......

The thought process that seems to be talking to oneself is a "dialogue" in this state.

This feeling...... Wang Qi knows. In the depths of his soul, there seems to be such a hidden side. He himself used to be a Poseidon species.

Then new "torrents" poured in. It was a document from Ai Qinglan's spirit rhino bottle, and it was all the secrets of some kind of artificial being—the code of the creature's bloodline in binary, the long chain of the double helix, and the form of the long chain of the helix being controlled by the electromagnetic force between the atoms, which were thousands of knots.

It contains the entirety of a living being from the beginning, the innermost layer to the final, the most superficial layer.

Such a huge amount of information is not something that ordinary living beings can handle. Among other things, just calculating the folding process from the bloodline root to the essence of the living beings can bring down a supercomputer. But at this moment, Wang Qi's mind accepted it and thought about it completely.

There is a difference of dozens of times the efficiency between reading word by word and reading and processing words in the brain after scanning. The latter is often referred to as "one glance and ten lines". And when the more data can be processed at one time, the greater the difference in efficiency between the two methods.

And at this order of magnitude, quantitative changes have also accumulated qualitative changes.

Then, a certain "embarrassing" emotion inexplicably appeared in the bottom of "Him".

- I don't understand......

- I don't know what that means......

- It seems that there is no relevant knowledge at all...... You and me......

Immediately afterward, an emotion similar to a flash of inspiration appeared. The third and fourth consciousnesses were pulled into this impassioned vortex.

Xi. Spring.

"Wang Qi" is not familiar with these two wills, but he is sure.

Then, the world becomes clear.

The data chain, which was clearly vague just now, seems to have been suddenly given meaning and become extremely clear. Wang Qi even understood that the "yin" here controls the production of organelles, and the "yang" there controls the existence of ion channels on the cell membrane.

Countless messages seemed to show him all of some kind of "living beings".

That's the password that holds it all.

But here, this secret of "yin" and "yang" intertwined also reveals another secret.

Here, the correspondence between "yin" and "yang" in the material world is actually a base pair. The two base pairs constitute the entire code of the metaphysical body. Whereas, with a single base pair, the structure is fixed, and the number of atoms is only a few dozen. If the bloodline root [DNA] is compared to a twisted rope, then the base pair is the torsion and stress on this long rope of life.

If it is the civilization on the other side of the galaxy that is good at knotting ropes, the arrangement of these torsions and stresses can even be turned into tens of thousands of complex knots. But now, Ai Qinglan had provided enough information—it was the structure of all the living beings needed in the life process of the metaphysical body.

Now, what "He"—Wang Qi needs to do, is to create a mapping between these "knots" and that "ropes" and turn them into a spell that can be used.

This is a question of topology and statistics, as well as a question of linguistics.

Countless knots crossed in front of Wang Qi's eyes, and then unfolded in the void. Magical geometries that are obviously not intersecting but closed are continuously transformed in the void. "He" stretches out the tentacles of countless minds and portrays them.

The flip side of "not having a fixed mindset" means "not being bound by past experiences". So, in this instant, countless inspirations triggered a chain reaction like two colliding particles.

And then......

- The final effect of the spell, finalized.

——Concept pointing...... Confirm......

- According to the known spells of Tianling Ridge, specify the rules......

- Language is form, not substance.

Human society consciously and unconsciously uses a large number of relatively self-contained formal systems in expressing and conveying the results of its understanding of its surroundings and itself. The commonality of these formal systems lies in the fact that they replace, represent, and reflect the subject-object objects to be expressed to varying degrees. These forms are expressed in the form of symbols, and language and writing are born.

Terran language, dragon language, demon language, it's all the same.

And the same goes for spells.

The immortal path spells of any civilization come from countless years of accumulation. The original spell must have been a simple mana release. However, when studying spells, they will also consciously or unconsciously add some guidance of their own. Some of these "guidances" are effective and some are not. The effective part stays. These "effective" ingredients have also been transformed into "symbols" in the long process.

It's just that the rules that stipulate this "symbol" come from the nature of heaven and earth.

Now, "He" is to create a system, based on the known Wu language, according to the "laws" circulating in the magic systems of various civilizations, to develop a method that can transform the "human body" into a "metaphysical body".

Permutations and combinations of symbols.

It is a three-dimensional text that is as undulating as the Wu knotting method. However, unlike the Wu language, which also pays attention to pronunciation, the analysis of this string of knots and knots cannot be read. It was made specifically for this spell.

— but forging a system of forms......

- It is nothing more than forging a narrow formal system without contradictions......

——There is a strong mutual transformation between different symbols and even between symbols and non-symbols.

Then, this step, done.

The next step is to combine this set of methods with someone's original practice.

Countless hexagrams fell like a waterfall. In this moment, another thought takes over. Some kind of train of thought that Wang Qi had never thought of controlled the solemn Fu Seal Heavy Rain. Countless runes fell, arranged, and eventually formed a new set of transformers.

The transformation between the Vientiane hexagram and the new formal system.

Finish.

- Done.

So, everything went apart. Wang Qi's consciousness became an independent individual. He gradually detached himself from the "sea" and appeared in the image of a "human" in the time and space of Mi's mental image.

A complex but usable spell came to Wang Qi's heart.

This is his most immediate gain.

However, far from all.

Just as he was using arithmetic to deal with kinks, more knowledge from Mi naturally flowed into his heart and into his thinking. Among those arithmetic, there are not only those who have left the sect, but also those who have joined the sect - to be precise, there are all the papers he has with the suchman.

Mi also seems to be concerned.

The Poseidon class, which is not affected by inherent thinking, is free to look at this problem from different angles. In this process, Wang Qi transcended his own boundaries, crossed the differences between Lizong and Lianzong, and saw the other side of arithmetic from the perspective of the soteran.

Mi also gained greatly. At the moment when she thought about "language", she didn't know how many rigorous and self-consistent concepts were integrated into her heart, turning the "language" that was unimaginable to ordinary people in her memory into some kind of rhythmic and free music. In her eyes, words are like dancing musical notes.

"Thank you. Wang Qi sincerely thanked him.

Mi waved his hand, and Wang Qi was banished.

After a few seconds, Mi looked squarely at the bill that popped up in front of her.

Her own computing power is not endless - considering that the Divine Ocean itself is full of creatures, the vast majority of Poseidon species have not regained their size and density in their homeland. Especially Mi. She is now only an inland lake and a small ocean.

Naturally, the computational power to completely dispose of that huge amount of data within a few hours was mostly borne by the Ten Thousand Immortals Fantasy Realm.

In the middle of the mental image space, the little girl rolled up with a grunt: "It's so expensive...... Teacher, why can't it be cheaper......" (To be continued.) )