There was a strange red halo on the pale face of Bai Lun.

with a hiss, the heart of the white wheel burst out the blood column of the flame. It's very sad, it's very moving.

the formation of trace essence of a smear of blood.

"tianwaifeixian. Every word, white wheel spits out a sharp blood. He fell to the ground with a crash and lay upright on the ground as if he had slept. When the wind blows, the body of white wheel disappears.

"Ye Fusheng, we'll see each other." The voice of the white wheel sounds like a ghost. He controls the power of death, so he can't...