their full strength, rushing towards the blade of the Zhantian Sword.At the same time, a deafening roar suddenly echoed from within Zangfeng's waterfall, but it was not the sound of a sword, but thund..."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. not worth continuing.But Jiang Yun had never been one to give up easily. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a flicker of his form, he directly leaped over the nine black swords and charged to...