Wanzang

Under an old tree, the little black snake coiled around a rock and trembled.

　　Zhou Xuanji was tempering his body in the giant cauldron, while the rest were also cultivating. 

　　Chongming Demon Monarch was sparring with the two dragon eagles to hone his body.

　　Daoya Old Man sat on the hill and looked toward the East. He said with a big frown, "Why do I have a bad feeling?"

　　At this moment, he suddenly saw two silhouettes coming over from the veil of sand. He jumped up immediately.

　　"Someone is here!"

　　He cried out with a deep voice, and everyone opened their eyes.

　　Chongming Demon Monarch sniffed, and his expression turned into fear immediately. "Why is that old demonic woman here again?" He cried out.

　　The two people were Xian Xianghua and Qin Gang!

　　"Tsk tsk. We are deeply fated, my little phoenix. I see you wherever I go."