Wu Chen suddenly flashed in front of Jing Potian, and the Star Sword slashed head-on!

The Star Warplanes were divided into two halves from the center line, but before they could fly out much, the black tentacles connected to the two fuselages had already begun to pull back!

"Don't think about it!" Wu Chen took out the antimatter bomb with his backhand and stuffed it into the chest cavity that had not yet gathered out of the magic eyes!

Cosmic Cemetery.

The tinging sound of tinging and knocking has lasted for a long time. The old blacksmith is forging the tombstone of the Autobot forever.

An unmarked spacecraft docked on the deck, and the cabin door had just opened a crack, and a cold light flashed, and the crawlers who were rushing to greet were cut into pieces of sparkling sparks.

A stranger in a long robe looked up at the forged peaks full of the stele forest, put his robe on the ladder and stepped onto the stairs leading to the top of the mountain.

Walking into the bowl-shaped monument table, the stranger stood quietly behind the last light curtain that shot out from the crack of the ground until the old blacksmith completed the unknown tombstone in his hand.

After carefully looking at the tombstone, he confirmed that there was no flaw. The old blacksmith inserted his backhand into the crack at the ground under his feet, held the divine hammer in his hand, and slowly stood up straight:

"Don't come on, old guy."
Chapter completed!