I am a professional at killing time travelers

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Zheng Qiu had no choice but to increase the output of the Violent Bear's Angry Flame. He didn't expect that the Violent Bear's Angry Flame actually gained innate abilities after being promoted to the acquired realm. The White Ice Violent Bear itself was an extremely irritable monster, and their innate spiritual fire actually had the effect of calming the mind.

Under Zheng Qiu's unsparing spiritual power output, Li Sihu finally calmed down, with only the dust all over his body recording his embarrassment in his oral desire.

Li Sihu finally stood up, then panted and looked at Zheng Qiu: "Thank you! If I am a cannibal, you must kill me!"

Zheng Qiu just nodded, but said comfortingly: "I will definitely find a way, Beast King's Heart, I've made a note of it."

The white jade civet cat and the golden-eyed red tiger actually sneered at the same time.

Zheng Qiu was very puzzled and turned to ask, "Two seniors, I wonder if what I said is too ridiculous?"

The golden-eyed red tiger slowly lay down, then stuck out its tongue at the white jade civet cat.

The White Jade Spirit Cat instructed and then spoke: "The number of Beast King Hearts is not rare, but a species of demon beasts can only produce one at most, and even our White Jade Spirit Cat clan only has one! There are thousands of clans, but the world is also very big. It is like looking for a needle in a haystack to encounter a spirit beast with the Beast King Heart. Moreover, the Beast King Heart is suppressed by ordinary demon beasts of the same species. If one day I encounter the king of my clan, even if there is the restriction of the yellow sand, under the control of the other party, I will kill you. Moreover, the Beast King Heart cannot be copied. When one dies, another will be born."

Zheng Qiu looked at the silent white jade civet cat and thought for a moment before asking, "Could it be that just one of these would destroy the king of the clan?"

The white jade civet cat nodded: "So what kind of race would give its future to Li Sihu? Even if it is a weak race, the king still has to have the pride of a king, so how could it be possible?"

Zheng Qiu shook his head and then he realized how difficult this task was. Perhaps his innate level of the Violent Bear and Raging Flame Avenue could suppress it, but desire was something that could not be blocked. Otherwise, when he passed the heavenly tribulation, the inner demon tribulation would also be a chasm.

Li Sihu was also very helpless: "What should I do?"

Zheng Qiu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Let's take it one step at a time. Although Buddhism has disappeared from this world, there are still some relics. So as long as we look for more relics, we will always encounter them."

The white jade spirit cat thought for a moment and asked, "Have you never thought about finding that person to solve this problem?"

"I am making progress, and that person will not stand still, so I am afraid that when the opportunity given by heaven comes and we have to overcome the tribulation, we will not be able to find that person. So I eliminated this idea at the beginning." Zheng Qiu was thinking when suddenly a sound of breaking through the air appeared outside the cave. From this sound, he knew that it was the cultivators fighting.

Upon hearing the sound, Zheng Qiu looked outside the cave, and saw a fat man in shorts fighting with a group of foundation-building monks with a long spear in the air.

The fat man's movements were extremely spiritual, and the spiritual power around him was extremely black, with ripples surging in it. Circles of spiritual power hit the surrounding armors like waves.

Zheng Qiu put on a mask in an instant, and then signaled everyone to hide their identities. At this time, everyone had a mask, and it would be difficult to detect if it were not for the Nascent Soul cultivator. The surrounding soldiers seemed to be attracted by the sound of the battle.

Zheng Qiu was also nervous as he watched more and more soldiers surrounding the place: "Just run away after killing them?"

Bai Lian nodded slightly: "If we don't go out, there will be more and more of them, and we will be discovered sooner or later."

Zheng Qiu looked at everyone and continued, "Meet up fifty miles east."

After Zheng Qiu finished speaking, he rushed out first, but he realized that he had underestimated the exiled immortal's determination to kill anyone who entered the ruins.

There were thousands of Qi-refining practitioners. The fat man was stunned at first, and when he saw the strength of Zheng Qiu and others, he suddenly wailed: "You bastards! You are a bunch of trash! Are you willing to be the running dogs of the exiled immortal? Go to hell!"

As the fat man spoke, he attacked Bai Lian, who had the highest level of cultivation at the scene.

Zheng Qiu took a look and conjured up a hammer with his hand, knocking away the attacking spear: "Go!"

Zheng Qiu said as he disappeared into the world. The other five people also disappeared after releasing two magic spells. The fat man was speechless at this time: "Are these people not the running dogs of the exiled immortal? Then why can't they save me?"

Zheng Qiu did not leave at this time, but hid his figure in the bushes of the woods. If they were companions, he would naturally rescue them. If they were the lackeys of the exiled immortal, he would have to arrest them even if those soldiers did not take action.

At this time, the fat man looked like a madman, holding the long spear across his chest: "Come on, you bastards! Today, let your Grandpa Yang come to meet you and kill you!"

The thousands of soldiers in armor were not afraid. The cultivators in the Qi Refining stage formed a military formation on the ground, while the soldiers in the Foundation Establishment stage were responsible for restraining the fat man in the air.

For a moment, no one could do anything to the other, and Fatty Yang's defeat was inevitable.

At this time, an old man with a vicissitude of life suddenly stood up in the army with a spirit-like posture: "Who are you! Why don't you surrender!"

The old man let out a low growl, then picked up the feather fan in his hand and pointed it at the fat man. The spiritual energy on the soldier's body was instantly drained away, thunderclouds surged in the sky, and a magic circle appeared under the fat man's feet, imprisoning him tightly.

The power of the thunderclouds in the sky was comparable to that of a Jindan master. A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket instantly knocked the fat man to the ground.

Before the fat man could get up, another bolt of lightning struck.

A protective shield instantly appeared around the fat man's body, and then a look of determination appeared on his face: "I will die here today, but it's a pity for my beautiful concubine. Let's die together."

After the fat man shouted, he made a hand gesture and the protective shield around his body expanded instantly.

Suddenly he paused: "Hehehehe! God won't let me go!"

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, Zheng Qiu flew out from the bushes and smashed the old man on the head above the army formation with a hammer.

The old man's body instantly collapsed, but an unwilling voice came out: "Damn it! Who on earth is it! If I catch you, I will skin you alive and tear out your tendons!"

Zheng Qiu did not stop, but flew to the two foundation-building cultivators in an instant, and destroyed their cultivation with a heavy hammer. Then he quickly landed on the ground, pulled the fat man with one hand and disappeared into the woods.

At this time, a man in armor in the air took out a horn and blew it towards the sky.

"Woooooo~~~~"

At the sound of the horn, more than a dozen armored figures instantly appeared in the sky: "What's going on!"

At this time, the soldier who blew the horn said, "The only son of the Yang family was rescued by a mysterious person! He was too fast to be tracked."

At this time, the dozen or so new figures were all Jindan stage warriors. Their spiritual senses spread across the mountain in an instant, but no matter how they probed, they could not know the opponent's position.

"Do you know who the other party is?" another Jindan cultivator spoke again.

The soldier who blew the horn continued to answer: "General, the man's clothes are very similar to those of Baishamen, but he was moving too fast to be seen clearly."

"Do you know what kind of cultivation you can do?"

"It's about the fourth or fifth level of foundation building."

At this time, the Jindan cultivator who had just arrived at this battlefield could not help but gasp: "The bastard deserves death!"