Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1212: The Formula

Ye Fengsheng lowered his head, looking at Ying Luo, who was still supporting herself to launch conditional counterattacks, squinting his eyes and saying, "If you don't save yourself, you'll truly become alchemy." If you saved me, neither of us might survive."

The Clear Heart Formula spun rapidly within his body as Ye Fengsheng looked up at the sky over the stream. After judging the number and power of the cultivators based on his senses, he thought for a moment and said, "Don't blame me. If we don't solve these issues first, neither of us will get out."

Then, he reached out his hand, once again opening Ying Luo's right eye. After the rapid spiritual traction, the spirit around his fingertip suddenly stopped. Ying Luo's overburdened body trembled involuntarily, and a fluffy white tail appeared.

Ye Fengsheng concentrated quietly. After repeating this action three times, he took a deep breath, separating part of the Clear Heart Formula from his inner strength, and then lowered his head, exhaling all the energy acquired from the Clear Heart into Ying Luo's mouth.

Old Yi once said that the power of the Clear Heart is not about this skill being truly strong, but the Clear Heart possesses strong possessiveness. Generally, a monk who cultivates the Clear Heart cannot cultivate another skill because the powerful Clear Heart devours all other skills in his body from start to finish, then cultivates anew.

Many years ago, a foreigner became a monk in the middle of the road. Bei Yuming's family valued him greatly. After entering the ancient family, he transformed Jingjin Residence without abandoning his skills. Later, his kingdom was annexed by Jingxing County. It wasn't until many years later that he returned to the peak. If you only look at this area, he has been in power for so many years. Although the intensity of the repaired Jingxin Technique is different from the original, initially there seems to be no change.

But Ye's Clear Heart Formula and Wenren Temple's Zen will not behave arrogantly like this. Instead, they fundamentally change the original cultivation methods of the cultivators, washing them one by one, changing their appearance.

Ying Luo's self-cultivation is a massage technique she inherited from her memories of the White Fox from childhood. Now, even as it's growing, it is successful.

Moreover, Zhen Shanfei's disciple, the highest in her field, still remains within her body. Now that the seal is loosened, the energy has leaked and flooded her meridians.

The spirit of pure heart determination just entered the body. Before it could merge into the bloodstream, Ying Luo's eyes, which were originally closed, immediately opened. One black eye and one golden eye simultaneously emitted dazzling light, especially the golden pupils, now thrice as bright as the Heavenly Eye Ye Fengsheng urged!

Wherever his gaze landed, whether cliff or foul air, it instantly turned into a cloud of dust, disappearing without a trace.

Ye Fengsheng retreated a few steps, standing at a distance, watching the four White Foxes slowly reverting to their original shape under the golden light, muttering, "If you don't act, let the accumulated energy in your body disperse, I can't help you. Though it will be painful, it's better than dying with you."

As his voice lowered, a sharp hissing sound pierced the sky, coming from the operating room.

Crimson blood stained Dongfang Hong's fingertips. He was still thinking about how severely the white fox was injured. In plain sight, he saw the old man thrown to the ground, his waist severed. His face changed, filled with sorrow and anger.

Qi Chang treated him well when he was at the gate. Core Formation's power was the strongest in the gate. But before leaving tonight, he was killed by the White Fox. This made him feel terrifying power, the White Fox, at the same time, he hated the White Fox.

"Boom!"

The four-tailed White Fox, like a Lu Xiang, has already descended from the sky. The earth is collapsing, mountains are surging violently. Meanwhile, many monks in the sect were also hurt by the aftershocks. Their bodies flew out into countless deep trenches. At the same time, they spit blood from their mouths.

Alongside Tian Nan Stream, these cultivators gathered, using various methods to hunt the White Fox. In front of the irrational Ying Luo, they immediately lost their former unity, scattered like sand, fighting for themselves.

Three white ones, one golden, the four fluffy tails danced in the air. Chaos surrounded them. When spiritual confusion ensued, a blood red light rose into the sky.

Dongfang Hong fled to a safe residence with the crowd, looking back, and saw the white fox's poisonous fangs revealing dozens of meters away, with countless bloodstains on its white fur. These are traces left by some daring monks who attempted to kill the dying white fox in a rush.

The price was their lives.

The pure heart Ye Fengsheng injected into Ying Luo's body vanished due to lack of aid under Zhenshan Mingtong's power. Now, it's not Ying Luo's consciousness guiding her body's operation, but the killing instincts left by the fierce beast. Ancient battle experience completely controls this body, and where could these monks resist today?

When the snow-white tail swings in the air, pure energy flows like a stream in an amber river. When the tail swings in the air, it directly impacts monks attempting to attack it. What Dongfang Hong saw from his eyes was that monks burst like fireworks. With a "peng-peng" sound, they directly exploded into fragments of flesh and blood in the sky, shooting at those people, making them shiver.

The spiritual shock, monks' anger, the collapse of flesh bodies, without exception, stirred the hearts of all monks by Tian Nan Stream. Those who knew the situation, those who did not, those who had died, those about to die, those injured, and those not injured, all mingled together. As they were organized into a god under the dark sky, they must also read the words below: "Ah!" Buddha's purgatory. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Evil creature, harming our disciples, today you will die without leaving a trace!"

Amid the cry, the bloody atmosphere rushing to the sky vanished. A photo holding the long blade dragged a wide and large trace through the dark sky. Its momentum was vast, forcing it to fall from the top to the bottom. Even the monks panicking below were threatened by this blade.

That was the protector elder of Mingliu Cave. He is battle-hardened. His physical strength has reached its peak. He is only one step away from Yuan Ying, becoming eternally famous. Now, he's squeezing blood from his body and wielding it. Whether successful or not, he can never reach Yuan Ying after.

The blade flashed across the sky, appearing in an instant above the white fox's head below. Blood was everywhere. It was hard and strong. It chopped off the white fox's head. In old Ming Liudong's eyes, the intent of slaughter poured out like a flood. Under direct pressure, the white fox's head needed to be three points lower.

Golden pupils contracted in pain, the white fox's crouched limbs stomped into four deep pits in the ground. After a sharp howl, the shadow and fame of the golden Rocket Mountain emerged from behind. The head that must be lowered was forced to bear the bloody blade, inch by inch, and forced to rise to its original height.

Old Ming Liudong gritted his teeth. After the operation of internal skills, hot blood sprayed onto the long blade. His face was haggard, and his formerly tense body now withered.

"Old Yi!"

Seeing the respect in their eyes, those monks praised greatly, saying their bodies had soared between heaven and earth.

The bloody long blade gradually solidified, like essence. Old Ming Liudong grasped the hilt, trying to split the white fox's head into two with its blood-sucking power. However, the three white foxes and one golden fox behind the white fox suddenly tightened their bodies.