Chapter 37: Mystic Infinity

The stars are moving, the moonlight is in the sky, Yu Xiaojie seems to have turned into a stone carving, his divine consciousness is sinking into his body, and he has been feeling the changes in his body, he is not in a hurry to find the mysterious source world, after all, the rice has to be eaten one bite at a time, placed outside, the energy contained in his blood is still not understood, and he will not use it, not to mention the more mysterious source world, and the old man who appeared in the source world also said that he was too weak to sense the source world at all.

Yu Xiaojie had a feeling that if he could master the energy in his bloodline, he would have the power to open the door of the Source Realm.

Half a month later, Yu Xiaojie still hasn't opened his eyes, if it weren't for the fact that his qi has always been strong, Yi Potian would have pulled him down a long time ago, and his cultivation has not been as cultivated as him, he doesn't eat or drink for half a month, sure enough, geniuses are all crazy, thinking back to his time.... It seems that this is how I came over....

Yu Xiaojie's divine consciousness sank into his body, watching everything in his body, carefully perceiving all kinds of changes in his body, his bones were as clear as jade, like a pillar of the sky, supporting the world in his body, and his five organs were like five planetary bodies, shrouded in five-colored light, running in this world.

Divine thoughts seeped into the blood, and a gray energy line the size of a hair appeared in front of Yu Xiaojie, but the gray energy did not exist at all, no matter how Yu Xiaojie used his divine sense to stimulate it and use it, it was motionless, unresponsive, and flowed with the blood on its own.

Another few days passed, and it rained heavily on this day, dripping, dark clouds on the sky, and the spring thunder "rumbled", and the torrential rain whipped on Xiaojie, and Yu Xiaojie didn't know it.

"Boom... Boom..."

The thunderstorm stung up, Yu Xiaojie woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and opened his mouth slightly and whispered: "It's raining..."

At this moment, a flash of lightning streaked through the sky, followed by another burst of thunder.

"Why is it raining, why is there thunder?"

"Everything in this world is the evolution of the five elements, how did the five elements evolve?"

Heaven respects the earth, the world is fixed, the humble is high, and the noble and lowly are in a position.

In the ancient period, the emperor Tianxi looked up at the celestial phenomena, looked down on the geography, looked at the literature of birds and beasts, referred to all things in the distance, and referred to himself in the near distance, and introduced the tangible symbol of Wuji, the eight natural phenomena of heaven, earth, thunder, wind, water, fire, mountain, and Ze, in order to speculate on the changes of nature.

The human race is the leader of all kinds of creatures in the universe, and it can collect the spiritual power of the five elements in the universe for its own use, forge its body, and achieve a long lifespan.

"Since everything in the world is transformed by the five elements, just like this weather... It's like this thunderbolt... Then the gray energy in my body is also transformed by the spiritual power of the five elements?" Yu Xiaojie looked up at the thunder and lightning flashing in the sky, and a series of questions flashed in his heart.

"If that gray energy is another new energy derived from the spiritual power of the five elements, then how can I guide and use it?"

"The five elements are invisible, they are infinite..."Suddenly, a spiritual light flashed in Yu Xiaojie's mind, and he muttered again: "Wuji.."

The sky was still covered with dark clouds, and the thunder did not stop, Yu Xiaojie stood on the top of the cloud platform like a pine, unmoving.

Closing his eyes and breathing, his consciousness entered his body, and Yu Xiaojie's mind replayed it over and over again, the thirteen potentials on the Wuji Secret Book seen in the Book of Ancients.

Suddenly, the invisible aura burst out, the surrounding raindrops were naturally bounced away, Yu Xiaojie's whole person entered the unity of form and meaning, in the action, continuous like the flow of clouds, loose and natural; in the movement, such as a needle hidden in the cotton, rigid with soft, soft in rigid, rigid and soft in each other, containing but not revealing; in breathing, opening and closing freely, lifting and lowering naturally, deep and slender even, and resting back to the roots.

At this time, the world in Yu Xiaojie's body was no longer quiet, the five internal organs were fluorescent, and the gray energy in the blood veins was ready to move, as if he was unwilling to be imprisoned by the blood, making a thunderous sound.

Yun Zhenyue was taking out the tea leaves he had cultivated, carefully shaking out a little and brewing it, he was closing his eyes and smelling the fragrance of tea, when suddenly the surrounding spiritual power rose and fell and gathered in one direction, the movement in his hand paused, put down the teacup in his hand, his body flashed, and he swept towards the spiritual power gathering place.

I saw that on the gimbal, there were five-colored lights flashing around Yu Xiaojie's figure, and all the light moved with the moves in Yu Xiaojie's hand, Yu Xiaojie's movements were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, but it was this seemingly soft move, but it involved the spiritual power within a radius of dozens of miles, forming a large whirlpool, and the five-color spiritual power was constantly stirred by Yu Xiaojie in this whirlpool.

Everyone in Qinglanfeng had already walked out, one by one, like a goose, standing on the martial arts field, unaware of the rain, and the little white cat in Yi Ziyan's arms also reversed his previous lazy posture, and looked at Yu Xiaojie on the gimbal with big eyes.

"This is?!" Yun Zhenyue rushed over, looking at this strange scene, his eyes were round, his chin was wide open, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The entire Wufeng Mountain moved in all directions, and the people at the top of each peak felt it, and they swept up one after another, rushing towards this side, and when the disciples of each peak came, they had already seen that their peak master and door master Yun Zhenyue were already standing there, looking at this vision, and immediately discussed and discussed.

"Isn't that the demon?!What is he doing?!What kind of spiritual skill is that?, how have you never seen it?, how can a soft one be so powerful?" someone in the crowd asked.

"How do I know I won't ask!" someone complained.

"It's horrible... It's not a demon who can be compared to the mad dragon, and with such a move, it will alarm the entire Wufeng Mountain..."

Hearing everyone's words, Yun Jinglong couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, could he still compare with him? Even the innate mid-level peak master was killed by him, compared to him, what could he be...

I don't know when an old and withered figure appeared next to Yun Zhenyue, as if he was standing there, the rain couldn't get close to him at all, and a sense of detachment naturally burst out from his dry body.

He was the mysterious "nameless" old man on the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, and at this time, his eyes were staring at Yu Xiaojie's every move, and he was muttering something.

The "nameless" old man looked at Yu Xiaojie's body, and unconsciously followed Yu Xiaojie's movements, although the "nameless" old man's movements looked very mysterious, but they couldn't bring a little fluctuation of spiritual power.

"Ha !!"

Suddenly, Yu Xiaojie clapped his hands in a deep breath, shouted, the momentum shook wildly, splashing everywhere, with Yu Xiaojie's body as the center, the spiritual power raged everywhere, blowing a gust of wind, and Yu Xiaojie was in the eye of the storm, standing on the gimbal like a god without moving.

"Whew... Ha..."The hands were drawn in a circle, all the light was lost, and what appeared in front of Yu Xiaojie was a mysterious pattern.

The pattern of the size of the full moon, like black and white, black and white are staggered and entangled, and the spiritual power around is no longer surging, with the appearance of this pattern, the heaven and earth seem to calm down, the sound of wind, rain, and thunder disappear, as if this pattern stands outside the heaven and earth, and does not belong to this heaven and earth.

As soon as the pattern was formed, the little white cat in Yi Ziyan's arms struggled desperately, but she held it down and didn't let it move.