orrow morning, before the birthday of my Luo family's ancestor, we will arrange a competition among Qi Condensation cultivators to liven up the festivities. My Luo family has also prepared generous pr..."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.Jiang Yun had completely abandoned the idea of asking the highest-level alchemist in the Yaoshensong sect to make a move.Anyway, through the four-round competition, we can at least invite Mei Bu Gu, t...