s shot out from him, also aimed at the ground. Gu Yue was repeating her old trick.With a faint smile, Wu Changkong's wrist flicked, his wooden sword lightly tapping several ice cones, shattering them..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demoning that we might never see each other again. 。At that time, I left a comment saying you should at least cultivate to the Soul Saint realm before coming to us. In fact, it was also an encouragement f...
Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon