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

rass, but instead retracted his martial soul and spirit, also letting go of the Blue Silver Grass.Tang Ziran said anxiously, "Mengxiong, what's going on""Meng smiled faintly, “It seems that Heaven has..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonn's heart was making judgments, but her hands moved without slowing down. The moment her body stopped spinning, the Star God Sword shot out again, and the light from the first soul ring under her feet...