Mortal Mage

"Slave, this is the only way to deliver fresh air."

Haofen gently moved her moist red lips away from Zhang Mingxuan's mouth, and stood beside him with her head lowered and bent.

Hua Yu stood up and glanced at Hao Fen, then took a step forward and pressed her soft chest against Zhang Mingxuan's chest. "Master, the formation has been broken. We can now use it as a shield and rush out of the seabed with it."

"That's a seventh-level siren up there."

Huo Xian rolled up the gauze to wipe the saliva left by Zhang Mingxuan at the corner of her mouth, and shook her head gently; "Even if you are a Mahayana cultivator, it is very difficult to deal with a seventh-level sea monster, not to mention that this is the bottom of the Monster Sea. If you don't have a water spiritual root, even an immortal will be powerless."

"If it really is a seventh-level sea monster, then this formation will definitely not be able to withstand it."

"Clear the air, quick."

Zhang Mingxuan stretched out his arms to stop Haofen.

Hua Yu first glared at Hao Xian, then half opened her cherry lips and pressed them against Zhang Mingxuan's. The fragrant air and moist saliva flowed into Zhang Mingxuan's lungs. "Master, if you inhale my saliva into your lungs, it can sustain your breathing for three days."

"You just said that it is wrong to transmit the fresh air in this way."

"You were sending fresh energy to Master just now? You were clearly trying to take advantage of Master."

"Stop arguing, I'll find a solution."

Zhang Mingxuan gently pushed aside the flower rain and wiped the wet saliva from the corners of his mouth; "If we can't get out of the bottom of this demon sea, the three of us will all be dead."

"Good Master, what does Liangliang mean?"

"die."

Zhang Mingxuan squatted down and flipped through the rice paper on the ground covered with rune lines. "The spiritual power flow and pressure of this formation are not proportional. There are problems with the resistance design of several runes. According to Ohm's law, even if it is modified, the power can only be doubled at most."

"Ohm's law?"

Hua Yu stared blankly at Zhang Mingxuan, who was squatting on the ground flipping through the runes on the rice paper. Although she didn't understand what Ohm's law was, her heart was already in turmoil. "Can the power of this formation be doubled? Wouldn't that mean it could withstand a mid-stage Nascent Soul?"

She must learn this method called Ohm's Law. "Good Master, is Ohm's Law a method?"

"Forehead"

Zhang Mingxuan was slightly stunned, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Hua Yu; "No, it's the law."

"What does law mean?"

"Laws are laws, and any interface must abide by them."

"Isn't that more powerful than the laws of heaven and the laws of the interface?"

"In theory, yes. The laws of the interface and the laws of heaven cannot violate the laws."

"what?"

"what?"

Hua Yu and Hao Xian both screamed in surprise at the same time, "How is that possible?"

Hua Yu's cry seemed to make her understand a thousand unexpected things, such as why this master could make a magic weapon with his bare hands and break the Jindan stage trap with just a few words.

Something that is more powerful than the rules of nature and the laws of the interface is called law.

Her mind was blank, almost blacked out. In the small room, except for Zhang Mingxuan bending over and writing and drawing on the ground, the place was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

The two of them just stared blankly, thinking about the man in plain clothes lying on the ground. They wanted to move, but they didn't dare to. They wanted to say something, but they didn't dare to. They just felt that they were getting smaller and smaller. Facing a mortal with useless spiritual roots, they seemed to have nothing else except magic.

"Okay... Master?"

Hua Yu's lips trembled slightly. Only then did she realize that there was still a drop of Zhang Mingxuan's saliva at the corner of her mouth. She tried to confirm with an extremely weak voice whether the person who mastered the so-called "law" was really her master.

"Master, slave..."

Haofen's body felt a little numb, as if he had just been woken up by the cold, and his voice was also weak.

"Hua Yu, do you know the origin of these runes?"

Zhang Mingxuan was only concerned with calculating the spiritual power value according to the law formula. He did not notice the shocked expressions of the two people. He calmly took out a new piece of rice paper and started drawing. "The design of these runes is too old. They are completely incompatible with the flow rate and pressure of spiritual power."

He has completely figured out the structural layout of the formation and has optimized it, but he can only make changes to the lines and layout structure; he doesn't know how to redesign the runes.

In short, he was using old electronic components to design a new array structure.

If the resistance of one resistor rune is not enough, he can only use eight or ten to make up for it. If one diode rune is not enough, he can pile up a hundred or ten of them. Although he can achieve the final result, it consumes a lot of spiritual power.

Unless there are more advanced runes, or he can figure out the design principles inside the runes, he can only improve on the original ones.

"Master, as far as I know, runes have three origins. One is passed down by the sect, one is the unique runes that the ancestors used their own souls to brand in order to protect their descendants, and the last is recorded in various formation jade slips, but they are all extremely obscure and difficult to understand."

Hua Yu squatted down gently and moved closer to Zhang Mingxuan. "Master, are you still short of pure energy?"

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