Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

year spirit! Such a level of Blue Silver Grass, entwining becomes truly meaningful. 。Tang Wulin's face broke into a knowing smile. He let out a cry of excitement and rushed out of the room. 。It was s..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonating from Wu Changkong that was as deep and profound as a bottomless abyss. Over these years, Master Wu's cultivation had definitely made significant progress, and at least he should be an eight-ring...