C142 Great Slaughter

"Collect. . . " Chu Yuntian shouted. A powerful force slowly enveloped the White Spirit Bone Flame.

"Refine. . . " Chu Yuntian snorted. He looked like an old monk who had entered a meditative state. His body once again emitted a strange white light.

Not long after, soybean-like sweat appeared on Chu Yuntian's forehead. If it wasn't for the fact that this was a critical period