I am a professional at killing time travelers

Zhao Yiban's face was cold. At this time, the Crow King, the Blue-skinned Buddha and the old man were fighting each other. These people didn't care about the life and death of others at all. The aftermath of the battle destroyed 99% of Zhao Yiban's followers.

Zhao Yiban ordered all his followers to kill the Zhao army, and he also fought with another little boy.

Zhao Tiexiu was wearing a Qingluan Wind-Controlling Armor and under his feet was a thousand-foot-long Qingluan. Although it looked only about ten years old, it looked extremely tall between heaven and earth.

Zhao Tiexiu held a dustpan in his hand. When he waved the dustpan, gusts of strong wind flew out continuously.

Zhao Yiban dodged left and right, and fired the black and yellow God-killing Spear in his hand repeatedly, attacking with waves of black balls like raindrops. Wherever the flames passed, they were like maggots attached to the bones, spreading wherever they landed, and they could not be extinguished unless the power of rules was used.

Zhao Tiexiu shook the dust in his hand, and a white cloud flew out from the dust. The white cloud instantly turned into a miniature version of a phoenix in the air, and appeared in front of Zhao Yiban like a flash of light.

Zhao Yiban held his spear across his chest to resist.

The phoenix collided violently and dissipated in the air.

Zhao Yiban swung his spear with great power and majesty, but before he could even swing it for a second, dozens of streams of blood mist suddenly spurted out of his body.

Zhao Tiexiu chuckled: "You and I are from the same clan. If you are willing, I can let you return to my family. With a family member like you, my Zhao family will prosper for a thousand years!"

There were several scars on Zhao Yiban's face, with blood flowing out of the wounds. He not only did not look embarrassed, but even looked very majestic and domineering.

Zhao Yiban wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, a barely perceptible smile on his face: "How can a flying dragon turn into a dog! Today I will tell the world who is the Zhao family's Qilin son!"

Zhao Tiexiu shook the dust in his hand, and more than a dozen white clouds turned into phoenixes. "I gave it to you because you are a member of the Zhao family! I can't bear to see brothers fighting against each other! If you are still stubborn, you will suffer today!"

Zhao Yiban laughed: "I fought with the Long family, but the Zhao family didn't help me. Our crimes were committed in the upper realms, which attracted the hatred of the gods, but you didn't stand up for us. The ancients said that mothers are kind and sons are filial. If you give birth to a child but don't raise him, you are not kind. Why should I be filial to such a family?"

Zhao Tiexiu sneered, and the dust in his hand flipped again. The phoenixes immediately transformed into seven hundred birds and formed a large formation.

"Blue Luan controls the sky wind! Formation starts!"

The formation stretched for thousands of feet and crushed the city beneath its feet by a quarter. The formation reached all the way to the sky and trapped Zhao Yiban inside.

A hurricane suddenly arose, with countless thin wind blades swirling in it. At the first sight, Zhao Yiban was transformed into a bloody mist.

Zhao Tiexiu frowned slightly and waved his dustpan upwards. Seven hundred and twenty phoenixes opened their beaks and completely absorbed the blood mist. At this time, the wind blades in the Qingluan Yutianfeng formation had doubled. The green hurricanes rotated and intertwined, forming a spatial turbulence between the entire formation.

Long Linger's eyes were filled with sorrow, she knew where Zhao Yiban's limit was. At least she had been with Zhao Yiban for so long, but she had never seen Zhao Yiban be reborn from the turbulence of space.

Seeing that the blood mist that Zhao Yiban had transformed into had completely disappeared, she could no longer hold back and uttered a miserable cry from her throat: "Zhao Lang!"

As soon as Zhao Yiban came out of the Time Tower, he heard Long Linger's miserable call. He turned his head to look at Long Linger, but the space around him had been completely shattered. The space was layered, making it impossible for him to see the scenery outside the formation clearly. The black and yellow God-killing Spear in his hand was spinning wildly.

Past scenes with Long Ling'er began to flash in his eyes.

From meeting to engagement, from breaking off the engagement to visiting each other, from entering the secret realm to knowing each other and falling in love.

The past events passed by like a passing cloud, and in an instant the feeling of loss filled his heart.

The spear in his hand burst into bursts of inky black flames as he swung it.

Zhao Yiban swung his spear and actually cut the space turbulence in two. The space at the break also began to recover.

Zhao Yiban seized the opportunity and thrust forward, stabbing the formation with his gun.

Under the force of thunder, spider-web-like cracks instantly appeared on the green outer wall of the formation.

Zhao Yiban stepped back suddenly, the black flame in his hand shining with the colorful smoke, and all the black flames gathered in his hand.

As soon as the punch was thrown, the sky and the earth suddenly lost their color, and the sky of the entire world was filled with ink-like darkness.

The three people fighting in the sky immediately looked in the direction of Zhao Yiban with horror on their faces. At this moment, the three of them even stopped fighting unconsciously and stared in the direction of Zhao Yiban.

A long-lost fear appeared in the eyes of the Crow King: "What kind of power is this! How can he possess such power!"

Even the calm face of Pilan Buddha had an expression that was difficult to describe: "I...Buddha, have mercy on me!"

The expression on the old man's face was even more interesting. Among the four forces that had come here, the one he looked down upon the most was Zhao Yiban. In his eyes, Zhao Yiban was just a tiny insect. How could a cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the Mahayana stage dare to challenge himself, an immortal? But at this moment, he felt a little regretful.

If we knew that he could burst out such fighting power, we should have killed him with a sword at the first opportunity, so that his soul would be destroyed and he would never be able to reincarnate!

At this moment, Zhao Tiexiu's face was also filled with fear. He saw a crazy black color spreading throughout the world, and even he himself began to lose his original color. The Qingluan under his feet had turned into a pool of ink. His soul retreated, and he watched his body turn into black.

The colorful smoke began to sway and penetrated directly into Zhao Tiexiu's soul.

Zhao Yiban's eyes widened with anger. He suddenly leaped forward and grabbed Zhao Tiexiu's soul: "You can kill me! But if you touch my woman, you will die!"

There was only fear in Zhao Tiexiu's eyes. He didn't even have the ability to explain, nor did he have the desire to explain. At this moment, he just wanted to die. Only death could soothe his fear.

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

Zhao Yiban's hand that was holding Zhao Tiexiu's soul suddenly burst out with black flames again. The darkness between heaven and earth was instantly retracted into the black flames, and even Zhao Tiexiu was sucked in by the black flames.

Zhao Yiban laughed: "Black and yellow purgatory! Enjoy yourself in there!"

Zhao Tiexiu only felt that his soul was constantly falling, and countless dark souls were wandering around in his body. The cold touch made his heart go cold and he felt fear in his soul.

Suddenly, a man dressed in black appeared in front of him with a long tongue hanging out: "Hey! You are here too!"

The man in black had two chains in his hands and placed them directly on Zhao Tiexiu's shoulders. He pulled them hard and Zhao Tiexiu was freed from the fear.

Before Zhao Tiexiu could relax, a greater feeling of fear hit his soul.

The chains kept tightening, and ants crawled out from the chains, biting at his soul bite by bite.

The black-clad figure was somewhat puzzled: "Why the hell did this person do something that would anger the heavens and the people? Why did he send me here? This job should be for Old White!"