Putting the Purple Lightning Dragon Soul Gun on his shoulder, Wang Ping slowly started walking around the wilderness.
He hasn't come out for nearly two hundred thousand years. Compared with the time when he hid in the demon refining pot, Honghuang has changed a lot.
First of all, in terms of spiritual energy, Wang Ping felt that the spiritual energy was much thinner than it was back then.
"Gou Hongjun, it must be related to you absorbing the origin of the ancient world."
Wang Ping murmured in his heart that sooner or later he would kill this guy.
Although all sentient beings in the prehistoric era also absorb spiritual energy through cultivation, the original source of the prehistoric being is not damaged, and the spiritual energy cultivated by everyone can be born at will.
Now that the source of the problem is damaged, it becomes difficult to regenerate enough spiritual energy.
After walking for a while, Wang Ping encountered a group of creatures.
These are the ones who will survive the Lich Tribulation. In addition to the two Lich clans, there are many other creatures in the world.
At this time, these creatures were catching people to eat in a village, laughing very pervertedly.
"Isn't the human race powerful? Look at how powerful you are. If you humans kill my beloved son, I will slaughter all of you."
"If you can't beat them head-on, I'll attack them secretly. You humans have many people anyway, hahahahahaha."
Seeing this scene, Wang Ping frowned.
Although it happened for a reason, he couldn't stand this approach.
If you have a grudge and want to take revenge, it's okay, but if you go directly to the strong human being who killed his son, is it necessary to anger other weak people?
In Wang Ping's view, this is a very shameful behavior.
"court death!"
Without any nonsense, Wang Ping rushed into the crowd.
The gun shot out like the wind, killing people with it. When Wang Ping finally turned his back to everyone, he killed all the man-eating creatures.
Looking at the scene that happened in front of them with their mouths open, those humans who survived the disaster reacted and kowtowed to Wang Ping repeatedly.
"You're welcome. I'm a little gunsmith in Xialang who specializes in fighting injustices and doing what's right for heaven."
Wang Ping raised his gun and pointed it at an angle, looking at the sky at an angle of 45 degrees, looking cool.
Originally, Wang Ping wanted to give himself the name Sky-shattering Spear God, but just now, he felt it wasn't nice enough.
So when he reported his family name just now, he changed it temporarily.
The Little Gunslinger in the Waves, although it doesn’t sound that cool, it’s easy to remember.
"Thank you Gunslinger, thank you Gunslinger!"
Everyone ignored Wang Ping and continued to thank him.
Wang Ping smiled lightly, and just as he was about to leave, a roar sounded from the horizon.
"Bold Qingming clan, kill my human clan members and seek death."
Wang Ping, who was stunned, turned around and saw that more than a hundred people had arrived, led by a bearded man.
The big man came close and angrily struck Wang Ping on the head with his sword and struck him down.
Wang Ping casually raised his gun and blocked the big man's sword. The big man was thrown into the air by the shock.
"Sir, it wasn't him, it wasn't him who killed us, he saved us."
Everyone in the village who came back to their senses hurriedly shouted to the big man.
The big man was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed a pile of corpses lying on the ground, which contained the Qingming tribe he mentioned.
The Qingming clan is about the same size as humans, but they have a monster-like head on their head.
On the head, the mouth occupies three-quarters of the area, and the mouth is full of densely packed fangs, which are easy to distinguish.
"Silly man, do you look like me from the Qingming Clan?"
Staring at the big man, Wang Ping asked with a dark face.
The big man sneered and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I came here in a hurry after hearing the news. I didn't have time to think about it for a while. I'm Chang Xian, what do you call me brother?"
"I have no name and no surname. They all call me Langli's Little Gunslinger. With one spear, I can pick off all the invincible enemies in the world."
Wang Ping replied, pretending to be a lonely master.
Chang Xian was confused when he heard it, and it felt like he was talking big words. However, after fighting him just now, he found that Wang Ping was really strong.
At this time, others who came first with Chang finished checking the bodies of the Qingming tribe and ran over to report.
Before making the report, the person making the report looked at Wang Ping in shock.
"General Chang, everyone was killed in one blow, no one survived."
After hearing the report, Chang Xian looked at Wang Ping blankly: "Brother Gunslinger, you did it all?"
"If it's not me, it's you. You think my name as the Gunslinger is in vain."
Wang Ping was very proud and gave Chang Xian a contemptuous look.
Chang Xian didn't take it seriously and laughed and said: "That's right. Brother Gunslinger is awesome. By the way, brother, are you from our human race?"
At the end of his words, Chang Xian's expression turned serious.
After all, many powerful creatures can change into human appearances.
"Is this important? What's important is that I have a strong sense of justice and I saved them."
Wang Ping looked at Chang Xian with a smile. His mortal transformation technique could change the appearance and body shape, but it could not change the flesh and blood structure.
The reason why he was not seen through the Demon General and Wu Zhan before when he transformed into Sky-Exploding Demon General was because he was actually Brother Pingtou when he traveled through time, and he was considered a demon clan. Also, he had the blood of Pangu in his body, so it was not a problem to say that he was a witch clan.
But there is no human blood in his body, and some powerful people can still see it.
Although Chang Xian can't see it now, if he goes to the human race in the future, Fuxi and the others will definitely be able to see it.
At that time, it will be very troublesome to explain why you lied and faked your identity.
"It's me who got caught. I'll thank you, Brother Gunslinger, on their behalf."
After being stunned for a moment, Chang Xian smiled and cupped his fists at Wang Ping.
Wang Ping shook his head: "There is no need to keep thanking you. I save people without thanking you, and I never leave my name if I don't do good deeds. Okay, let's just say goodbye."
After saying this, Wang Ping turned into a stream of light and rose into the sky.
The name of the little gun god in his wandering world should be spread throughout the world, and it is not yet time for him to go to the human race.
"Uh, do you do good deeds without leaving your name? It seems you have left your name, right?"
Chang Xian, who was watching Wang Ping fly away, scratched his head and muttered.
After parting with Chang Xian and others for a long time, Wang Ping saw two groups of creatures fighting on a hilltop.
The two sides were fighting hard, and from time to time someone fell down and blood flowed all over the ground.
"It's so messy!"
Wang Ping sighed and had no intention of taking action.
He can come forward to punish those who do evil, but he can't control people who are fighting each other without knowing why.
When one big force falls and another big force rises, the period in between is often the most chaotic.
The prehistoric times are like this now. The two races of lich and demons have fallen, and the human race has not yet become the overlord, and there are fights everywhere.
In this process, one mistake could lead to the annihilation of the entire clan. Wang Ping could not control them one by one.
Moreover, there is no need to worry about it. All things have their own birth and death.
He, Wang Ping, is not a great man and cannot save everyone.
Furthermore, even if Da Dao encountered this situation, he would probably watch.
Because this kind of thing can be prevented once, but not the second time.
Wang Ping left quietly. After a while, he saw corpses lying on the ground in a valley.
Looking at the appearance, one can clearly tell that they are two groups of people. Not surprisingly, both parties should have fought to death.
His eyes flickered, but Wang Ping ignored him and turned around to fly away.
He will only see more similar situations in the future. During this period, many races of beings are destined to be annihilated in the long river of history.
