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

"You're all still alive, that's just wonderful." 。The woman threw her arms around Xu Xiaoyan and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. 。"Senior sister ">。"Six people shouted out at the same time...."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonmeone with Xie Xian's level of cultivation would be reduced to ashes if struck by this pure lightning. 。Gradually, with the stimulation of electricity, a faint purple-gold color began to appear in Tan...