Ye Chen shook his head, without much nonsense, waved his big hand, and with a trembling of his muscles and bones, a "Om" Ancient Talisman, carrying the vast aura of a Buddhist temple, whistled and soared out.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The entire sky, under the crushing of this Hongmeng Sound Symbol, began to tremble violently.
The Purple Cloud Cold Flame had just planned to escape, but it was suppressed by this Hongmeng Sound Symbol, shaking violently, all its sharpness and ferocity subdued, it let out a whimper, falling from the sky into Ye Chen's hand.
Ye Chen stared intently, this Purple Cloud Cold Flame was enveloped in a purple-white radiance, strands of blazing Innate Purple Qi mixed with bone-chilling coldness, constantly rolling.
Violent energy frantically spread out, even Ye Chen had difficulty handling it.
"Disciple, this Purple Cloud Cold Flame, I will refine it."
"In return, in this life, whoever dares to bully you, I will stand up for you."
