iple and learn the art of talismanry.Looking at those runes that twisted like serpents, Jiang Yun, as an outsider, could only watch in amusement. However, the disciples who pursued the Dao of talisman..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar.uit him.Although he won in the end, the swordsman's swordsmanship surpassed his expectations.Now that many years have passed, Jian Sheng has remained at the pinnacle of Jianzong, constantly comprehend...