After a moment of silence, Liu Peng shook his head and said, "Master, the way of formations is vast and profound. As a disciple, I only hope to achieve something in my lifetime within the realm of for..."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. everything possible to keep the Shan Hai Fen Zong, keep these 300,000 disciples, and even more so to keep Jiang Yun, to strengthen the power of the Wen Dao Sect.But at this moment, the angriest perso...