lt;White Bone Demong

In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,As for the last kind of white coffin, its craftsmanship is particularly special.,Then, to everyone's surprise, Zhuanzi leaped with astonishing agility. It turned out he was a master martial artist in disguise! He planted his feet firmly on either side of the coffin lid in a classic horse stance, ready to disinter the corpse.。