All the powerful people of these sects felt that they were all furrowing. Every thought that rose in their minds was whether to quickly roll up the bedding and run away.

This is definitely a shock to the entire Zhongshen continent with one blow.

However, the square head and square brain metal doll who completed this attack did not feel any complacent at this time.

Of course he knew exactly what kind of power this was, and he knew even more that such power could never be reborn.

When the afterglow of the shock wave fell, a piece of metal absorbed a fragment of fragments falling from Chen Wangchu's body that was crushed to pieces. At this time, he held the fragment tightly in the palm of his hand.

The light in his eyes kept flashing, and he glanced at everything in the cabin with great attachment. He was extremely reluctant to leave this place where he had lived for tens of thousands of years.

From the time of his birth, his master instilled him with the belief that the ship is in the presence of man and the ship dies.

However, many years ago, he began to understand that he did not have to fully abide by the master's orders. At this time, he also understood that it was time to separate.

He must leave before the top figures and creators in the world of cultivation completely locked in his aura.

With a bang.

The metal ground under his feet turned into a moving flip board.

His seemingly clumsy body fell down.

Below this replica is a dark pipe.

The pipe leads to a depth of thousands of feet below, and at the end of the pipe is a strange brass ball.

The moment his body fell into this strange brass ball, the brass-colored ball instantly turned into a sealed body, and then ejected with airflow and ejected.

It fell directly into a crack, causing no spiritual fluctuations at all.
Chapter completed!