When you climb to the top of the mountain, you know what it means to be enlightened.

It can be seen that the importance attached to this mid-level ceremony, the altar built by Soochow on the top of the cold mountain has three floors, and the scale is extremely grand at a glance.

Li Ji stood on the lowest floor in a sacrificial robe embroidered with a green dragon, Zhao Duren, the king of Eastern Wu, and Dongfang Yi, the national master of Eastern Wu, stood on the second floor, and at the top of the altar on the third floor were some black boxes, and on the side of the boxes stood some people wearing masks of Xuantie Shura.

Although they didn't show their faces, the figures of those people were a little rickety, as if they were old, their hair was gray behind the mask, the breath on their bodies was bottomless but not exposed, and everyone actually had a black tattoo on their necks.

The tattoo was as black as ink, like a snake around their necks, and it looked a little scary.

Seeing those people hugging the moon's pupils shrank, she felt that Ji Jiashu beside her was holding her hand tightly.

"Those people are ......," Mo Hua muttered behind her. Tuoba Xun leaned on his shoulder and took a deep breath and said, "That should be the Scripture Slave." ”

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, he felt the breath that was not like a living thing, and he suddenly understood what they had encountered.

"That's the Scripture Slave?" Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard Ji Jiashu beside her, and looked at the people at the top of the altar and the black box beside them, and her expressions became complicated.

The Sutra Keepers are the most special group of cultivators on the Shanhai Continent, and almost all of them are above the fifth level. But these people will not become immortal officials, they have only one character in their life, and that is to protect the Taizu handbook.

When you climb to the top of the mountain, you know what it means to be enlightened. When you climb to the top of the mountain, you know what it means to be enlightened.

It can be seen that the importance attached to this mid-level ceremony, the altar built by Soochow on the top of the cold mountain has three floors, and the scale is extremely grand at a glance.

Li Ji stood on the lowest floor in a sacrificial robe embroidered with a green dragon, Zhao Duren, the king of Eastern Wu, and Dongfang Yi, the national master of Eastern Wu, stood on the second floor, and at the top of the altar on the third floor were some black boxes, and on the side of the boxes stood some people wearing masks of Xuantie Shura.

Although they didn't show their faces, the figures of those people were a little rickety, as if they were old, their hair was gray behind the mask, the breath on their bodies was bottomless but not exposed, and everyone actually had a black tattoo on their necks.

The tattoo was as black as ink, like a snake around their necks, and it looked a little scary.

Seeing those people hugging the moon's pupils shrank, she felt that Ji Jiashu beside her was holding her hand tightly.

"Those people are ......," Mo Hua muttered behind her. Tuoba Xun leaned on his shoulder and took a deep breath and said, "That should be the Scripture Slave." ”

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, he felt the breath that was not like a living thing, and he suddenly understood what they had encountered.

"That's the Scripture Slave?" Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard Ji Jiashu beside her, and looked at the people at the top of the altar and the black box beside them, and her expressions became complicated.

The Sutra Keepers are the most special group of cultivators on the Shanhai Continent, and almost all of them are above the fifth level. But these people will not become immortal officials, they have only one character in their life, and that is to protect the Taizu handbook.

It can be seen that the importance attached to this mid-level ceremony, the altar built by Soochow on the top of the cold mountain has three floors, and the scale is extremely grand at a glance.

Li Ji stood on the lowest floor in a sacrificial robe embroidered with a green dragon, Zhao Duren, the king of Eastern Wu, and Dongfang Yi, the national master of Eastern Wu, stood on the second floor, and at the top of the altar on the third floor were some black boxes, and on the side of the boxes stood some people wearing masks of Xuantie Shura.

Although they didn't show their faces, the figures of those people were a little rickety, as if they were old, their hair was gray behind the mask, the breath on their bodies was bottomless but not exposed, and everyone actually had a black tattoo on their necks.

The tattoo was as black as ink, like a snake around their necks, and it looked a little scary.

Seeing those people hugging the moon's pupils shrank, she felt that Ji Jiashu beside her was holding her hand tightly.

"Those people are ......," Mo Hua muttered behind her. Tuoba Xun leaned on his shoulder and took a deep breath and said, "That should be the Scripture Slave." "When I climbed to the top of the mountain, I knew what it meant to be enlightened.

It can be seen that the importance attached to this mid-level ceremony, the altar built by Soochow on the top of the cold mountain has three floors, and the scale is extremely grand at a glance. When you climb to the top of the mountain, you know what it means to be enlightened.

It can be seen that the importance attached to this mid-level ceremony, the altar built by Soochow on the top of the cold mountain has three floors, and the scale is extremely grand at a glance.

Li Ji stood on the lowest floor in a sacrificial robe embroidered with a green dragon, Zhao Duren, the king of Eastern Wu, and Dongfang Yi, the national master of Eastern Wu, stood on the second floor, and at the top of the altar on the third floor were some black boxes, and on the side of the boxes stood some people wearing masks of Xuantie Shura.

Although they didn't show their faces, the figures of those people were a little rickety, as if they were old, their hair was gray behind the mask, the breath on their bodies was bottomless but not exposed, and everyone actually had a black tattoo on their necks.

The tattoo was as black as ink, like a snake around their necks, and it looked a little scary.

Seeing those people hugging the moon's pupils shrank, she felt that Ji Jiashu beside her was holding her hand tightly.

"Those people are ......," Mo Hua muttered behind her. Tuoba Xun leaned on his shoulder and took a deep breath and said, "That should be the Scripture Slave." ”

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, he felt the breath that was not like a living thing, and he suddenly understood what they had encountered.

"That's the Scripture Slave?" Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard Ji Jiashu beside her, and looked at the people at the top of the altar and the black box beside them, and her expressions became complicated.

The Sutra Keepers are the most special group of cultivators on the Shanhai Continent, and almost all of them are above the fifth level. But these people will not become immortal officials, they have only one character in their life, and that is to protect the Taizu handbook.

Li Ji stood on the lowest floor in a sacrificial robe embroidered with a green dragon, Zhao Duren, the king of Eastern Wu, and Dongfang Yi, the national master of Eastern Wu, stood on the second floor, and at the top of the altar on the third floor were some black boxes, and on the side of the boxes stood some people wearing masks of Xuantie Shura.

Although they didn't show their faces, the figures of those people were a little rickety, as if they were old, their hair was gray behind the mask, the breath on their bodies was bottomless but not exposed, and everyone actually had a black tattoo on their necks.

The tattoo was as black as ink, like a snake around their necks, and it looked a little scary.

Seeing those people hugging the moon's pupils shrank, she felt that Ji Jiashu beside her was holding her hand tightly.

"Those people are ......," Mo Hua muttered behind her. Tuoba Xun leaned on his shoulder and took a deep breath and said, "That should be the Scripture Slave." ”

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, he felt the breath that was not like a living thing, and he suddenly understood what they had encountered.

"That's the Scripture Slave?" Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard Ji Jiashu beside her, and looked at the people at the top of the altar and the black box beside them, and her expressions became complicated.

The Sutra Keepers are the most special group of cultivators on the Shanhai Continent, and almost all of them are above the fifth level. But these people will not become immortal officials, they have only one character in their life, and that is to protect the Taizu handbook.

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, he felt the breath that was not like a living thing, and he suddenly understood what they had encountered.

"That's the Scripture Slave?" Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard Ji Jiashu beside her, and looked at the people at the top of the altar and the black box beside them, and her expressions became complicated.

The Sutra Keepers are the most special group of cultivators on the Shanhai Continent, and almost all of them are above the fifth level. But these people will not become immortal officials, they have only one character in their life, and that is to protect the Taizu handbook.