Thousands of miles away in Qilin Valley, Wang Ping, who had fallen badly, stood up unsteadily.
That sneeze directly broke his giant transformation technique and knocked him back to his original shape.
"What the hell, where did the strong wind come from?"
Wang Ping looked confused, not knowing what was going on.
He would never have thought that the mountains he thought were just a small body of a huge beast, and the pools he thought were just people's saliva.
And the strong wind that blew him away was just a sneeze caused by his tail irritating his nose.
Wang Ping, who couldn't think of a reason after thinking for a while, scratched his head and didn't think any more.
After coming into contact with the Qilin tribe, Wang Ping realized that he still had a long way to go before he could challenge the Qilin tribe alone.
After fighting for a long time, he didn't even kill the weakest unicorn.
"Hmph, there is no word of giving up in Brother Flathead's dictionary. The next thing is, I will beat you one day."
With a murmur in his heart, Wang Ping ran towards the direction of Qilin Valley.
Not far away, Wang Ping heard deafening sounds and was stunned.
Is there any strange treasure about to be born? Is this such a big news?
The prehistoric era is indeed the prehistoric era. Opportunities are everywhere. As long as you don't die, you can become stronger.
Thinking in his mind, Wang Ping used his magic technique and hurried over.
After a while, a mountain shadow appeared in the distance.
After staring at it for a long time, Wang Ping felt that the shape of the mountain was a bit weird.
Strange, why does it feel like some kind of animal is lying there?
"Roar!"
Suddenly at this moment, a shocking roar came from afar, and figures one after another appeared in sight.
These figures were none other than the unicorns that Wang Ping had dealt with just now.
"You are an unforgivable sin for disturbing our ancestor's sleep!"
The big unicorn roared with murderous intent.
Wang Ping looked confused, ancestor, are you talking about Zu Qilin?
No, I don’t even know where Zu Qilin is, how could I disturb it?
Wang Ping, who was stunned for a while, suddenly caught sight of the mountain shadow in the distance, and then listened to the sounds between heaven and earth, his expression changed slightly.
Without thinking about it, he didn't notice it. When he thought about it, he realized that the sound he thought was a strange phenomenon seemed to be the sound of snoring.
Could it be that the mountain shadow he thought was actually Zu Qilin?
The airflow that blew him away just now, and the sound that sounded before he was blown away. Let me go, could it be that Zu Qilin sneezed?
Wang Ping was confused. Should this be the case? What kind of trouble is this? How could Zu Qilin be that big mountain? The gap is too big.
He thought that the unicorns he dealt with were big enough, but when he compared them with the ancestral unicorns, he found that they were nothing.
How there could be such a big creature in this world was completely beyond Wang Ping's imagination.
Wang Ping had a headache when he thought that his mission was to deal with such a behemoth.
He's not afraid of returning, but the problem is that he can't do anything about it, and he can't complete the task!
"Forget it, just get rid of these ordinary ones first, and I will gradually become stronger."
Wang Ping murmured in his heart, fighting one clan is also a fight, and three clans are also fighting. While fighting these unicorns, he is going to the dragon clan.
After waiting there for a while, the Qilins rushed over and attacked Wang Ping without any explanation.
Naturally, he couldn't run away at first, so Wang Ping started fighting with the Qilins.
After a few hits, Wang Ping activated his newly acquired taunting technique.
"What kind of king of beasts? Bah, with this little strength, you Qilin tribe really dare to put gold in your face."
"If you can't kill me, you Qilin tribe will never be as famous as the Dragon and Phoenix tribes. You are not worthy."
"Are you going to live like a dog one by one, with just this little strength?"
Wang Ping continued to curse, each word hurting the hearts of all Qilin.
There is the art of ridicule, which doubles the stimulation effect.
The angry unicorns came with all kinds of attacks.
After a while, seeing that the situation was almost over, Wang Ping turned around and ran away, in the direction of the Dragon Clan.
The three choices given by the system were: one was to kill three tribes and start a catastrophe; the other was to incite a war between the three tribes and reap the benefits.
Wang Ping originally wanted to kill the three tribes by himself, but in practice, he found that his strength was far from what he wanted to do.
Now his idea is to lure the Qilin tribe to the dragon tribe. If they meet, they might kill each other.
Although what he is doing now is somewhat similar to the choice of inciting a war between the three races, it is not actually the case.
In Wang Ping's view, the so-called inciting the three tribes and reaping the benefits should be the instigation hidden behind the scenes.
But he is not behind the scenes, nor is he playing some conspiracy. He is blatantly leading the Qilin clan to the dragon clan.
Moreover, he, the person involved, was directly involved, so Wang Ping did not think that what he was doing was another choice.
The Qilin tribe, ignited with anger, chased Wang Ping all the way. Wherever they passed, the beasts were frightened and trembling, not knowing what was happening.
However, not all creatures, some with higher intelligence, have already realized that it is because of Wang Ping that they have kept Wang Ping's figure firmly in their hearts.
Apart from anything else, with so many unicorns hanging around and jumping around, the other party is worth remembering.
In ancient times, the most valuable thing was time. Wang Ping didn't know how far he led the Qilin tribe to run.
But he felt that as time passed, many unicorns seemed to gradually lose their interest in chasing him.
After all, no matter who you are, facing an enemy that cannot be defeated, you will have no choice but to give up.
Of course Wang Ping was not happy. He turned around and attacked Qilin behind him, irritating him with words from time to time.
The Qilin tribe, which had calmed down a bit, became furious again and attacked Wang Ping.
"Okay, okay, is this right?"
Wang Ping laughed and ran towards the Dragon Clan's territory while being chased.
I don’t know how long it took, but after a lot of hard work, Wang Ping led the Qilin tribe to the dragon tribe’s territory.
Feeling the aura of the Qilin clan, dragons flew from all directions in the dragon clan's territory.
There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and two overlord-level forces will naturally not tolerate each other intruding into their territory.
Looking at the flying dragons, Wang Ping rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.
"Bold Dragon Clan, you little reptiles, why don't you come here and die? I am the flat-headed general under the command of the Qilin Clan, and I am willing to kill you all for my king."
Wang Ping roared, rushed over and attacked the dragons flying towards them.
Let's not talk about the power, but the range is absolutely wide. If you deal with this one and another one, you will have a great time fighting.
The people from the Qilin tribe who were chasing Wang Ping looked confused. Didn't that guy scold them before? When did he become a god general under his tribe?
"Hey, Qilin tribe, I have known for a long time that you are not well-intentioned and talk shamelessly. You really think that my dragon tribe will be afraid of you. Kill me and let them know that we are powerful."
A thousand-foot five-clawed golden dragon from the Dragon Clan roared, and its cold gaze fell on the big Qilin from the Qilin Clan.
In this era of prehistoric times, all living beings had simple thoughts. At this time, what Qilin wanted was not an explanation.
It just feels that the Qilin Clan cannot be cowardly at this time, otherwise if word spreads, people will think that the Qilin Clan is not as good as the Dragon Clan.
"I'm afraid that if you don't succeed, how can we, the Qilin Clan, be afraid of fighting? We, the Dragon Clan, have long been displeased with you."
The big unicorn roared angrily, and its figure grew bigger. In the blink of an eye, it was about the same size as the Thousand-foot Golden Dragon. It was not afraid to confront the Thousand-foot Golden Dragon.
