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

an's hand. 。And the top of the original branches also flashed with gold, and another fruit the size of a fingernail emerged. 。Xu Xiaoyan excitedly held the Xingluo Spirit Pearl in her arms, feeling..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demontime. 。And to have a showdown of strength against someone who could match Baan's raw physical power, Jiang Wuyue truly is an exceptional one. 。Tang Wulin also smiled, but his right hand naturally cla...