Holy Crown: Puppet Burial Immortal

Yuan Queyi traveled through time. Fortunately, the remnant soul of an "ancient weapon cultivator" got into the sea of ​​consciousness and gave him a book of exercises—— "Cultivation of Immortality from Entry to Entombment·Puppet Chapter". Yuan Queyi took a look... The residual soul is proud: This is the lost path of weapon cultivation in ancient times! Yuan Queyi was silent for three seconds: "Have you ever heard of assembly lines?" "A puppet is broken down into a hundred parts, and a hundred people build it at the same time. A hundred of them are produced in a day." Remnant Soul:? ? ? Three months later. Immortal gate competition, enemies come to visit. Everyone was waiting to see Yuan Queyi kneel down and beg for mercy. He scratched his head, took out the token and threw it into the sky. Eight three-foot-tall bronze puppets landed on the ground, the furnace roared in their chests, their eyes flashed blue, and they knelt on one knee: "Master." The whole place was dead silent. Yuan Queyi patted the dust on his hands: "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask for advice——" "If one person fights eight, does he have a good chance of winning?" "Eight won't work, what about eighty?" "What about eight hundred?" After that day, there was a madman in the world of immortality. He used assembly lines to mass-produce puppets and standardized deconstruction formations to forcefully drag a world of immortal cultivators into the industrial revolution. Some people hate him to the core, while others regard him as a god. He doesn't care. He only occasionally stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the "modern puppet production base" under his feet that worked day and night, and fell into deep thought—— Retirement is impossible. He has to bring these iron gangsters to involve the entire world of immortality in 996. After all, if you get caught in the rain, you have to tear off other people's umbrellas. Right?