Chapter 1707: The Xuan'ang World, the Descendant of the

olate place.But recently, every hour and every moment, the sound of breaking wind can be heard. All kinds of flying boats, flying ancient beasts, etc., carrying group after group of cultivators arriv... envious and jealous.The girl's lower body was a vibrant emerald snake tail, its scales shimmering like jade, as if sculpted works of art.And at this moment, the snake-woman girl was curled up with he...