Chen Feng, who was in the mechat of the destruction, felt as if his back was hit hard when the spell barrier was broken, and he opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist.

However, Chen Feng, who turned around and saw the space crack, dared not delay for a moment. His feet were intertwined, and his body shot straight towards the space crack and turned into nothingness.

“Long~~~”

After the colorful three-legged cauldron was forcibly taken away, five ancient puppets who were briefly shot by shocking sword power soon gave up on Mrs. Han's three life and death powers, turned into five elements of light, and followed the Death-Edge Mecha to blast the cracks in the space.

The constantly spreading five-pointed star-forbidden array suddenly gathered during the vibration, and finally disappeared with the five ancient puppets.

The space crack torn open by the wind blade sword light was reorganized very quickly.

It can be seen from the naked eye that the fragmented spatial medium fills the cracks, and the spiritual energy and alien aura of a world are extracted, and the huge cracks are quickly closed.

In the extremely quiet world, some powerful monks who had saved their lives were no longer caring about taking away the colored cauldrons, and they all left quickly, looking for a suitable place to regulate their breathing, for fear of being taken advantage of by others after suffering trauma.

"What's going on with that red mecha man just now?"

Mrs. Han, who was wriggling with flesh and blood, quickly recovered the dense marks, looked extremely ugly with her pale face.

Wu Ziming did not rush to spend his essence and recovered from his right shoulder injury. He shook his head with his arm clanging, but there was a look of thought in his eyes.

Three rays of escape lights shot from the periphery of the Xiaoyao Valley site, and when they approached Wu Ziming, they turned into the figures of Wu Molun and others.

"Uncle Eight, you're fine, are you?"

The mushroom-headed girl Wu Mofei asked Wu Ziming with concern.

"The mecha man who just forcibly snatched away the colored cauldron was controlled by Chen Feng." Wu Molun hesitated for a moment and still told the things he paid attention to.

"It's that Chen Feng again, where is Ruan Yun?"

There is a rare faint murderous intent in Mrs. Han's eyes.

"After separation from Chen Feng, Ruan Yun didn't know when he disappeared..." Wu Molin's expression showed a little helplessness.

"Uncle Eight, do you want to chase after me?"

Wu Molun looked unwilling and asked the bearded middle-aged man.

"If you leave the plane space, it is the vast and vast starry sky. Can you chase it? Even the powerful man in the feathering period is in danger of being eternal exile in the sky. The mecha before wanted to escape from the sky, probably had such an idea in the morning." Wu Ziming calmed down his surging mood and spoke immediately.

If Chen Feng showed an unmatched power and snatched away the colorful cauldron, everyone might be able to accept it.

But Chen Feng actually used the mecha as a flesh shield to bombard the colored cauldron and took away the colorful cauldron through the towering brute force that the mecha burst out. This situation really makes people wonder what to say, and it was something that Wu Ziming would never have expected.

"If Chen Feng did not die, he would appear one day sooner or later, but then again, if he hadn't forcibly snatched the colorful cauldron, we might not be the opponents of the five ancient puppets..." Xia Jingtian put away the much dim sword talisman, took a deep breath and looked strange.

Wu Molin looked at Xia Jingtian and was about to say something to Wu Ziming, but he glared back at the words that had already reached his mouth with a look.

"There are not many ancient burials like this that contain the power of the ancient times. Speaking of which, Xunluan Mountains are located in the Daxia Dynasty, we are just joining in the fun. Now that the opportunity has been snatched away by the younger generation, we will not stay here." Wu Ziming smiled bitterly, looking disheartened and gave up.

Seeing Wu Ziming leaving with three juniors, Mrs. Han, who was recovering from injuries on the surface, just smiled coldly and didn't say much to Xia Jingtian.

"Uncle Eight, the Chen clan has an unusual relationship with the Great Xia Dynasty. As far as I know, Chen Miaoer has now entered the Great Xia Palace and became a martial girl..." After a while, Wu Molin couldn't help but speak until she left the Xunluan Mountains.
Chapter completed!