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

someone with only a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, it was already a huge surprise. 。"I overtrained myself" 。Tang Wulin whispered. 。As he was speaking, he felt a gaze from the stage fixed on him. He..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon behind Tang Wulin instantly merges with him, making him appear much taller. 。Besides the four physical wings, there is also a pair of light wings behind it. 。The divine sword in his hand instantly s...