Don’t Mess with Shennong

The fire unicorn has strong vitality, even if the head is cut off, it will not die for a while. If the head can be put back in time, it will not be much different from the degree of broken arm and leg.

However, this time is different. Wang Ping’an used lightning to break its neck bone. Above the lightning, there was a mysterious aura of destruction. No matter how much life originated from the fire Qilin, he wanted to repair broken bones and repair wounds. Useless.

“Tsk tusk, what a good source of life, it’s such a waste, what a pity.” Non-offensive and non-defensive ordinary alchemy Xiaoding appeared by Wang Ping’an in due course.

“Don’t say anything cold, you have the patience, now you can put its head in the pill furnace and leave the body behind. Over the years, the meat of monsters and beasts has been eaten crookedly, and I haven’t tasted the taste of fairy beasts.”

“I don’t participate in the battle of native creatures.” Shennong Xiaoding is very principled. Even if he sees the fire Qilin passing by the origin of life, he is so heartbroken that he can’t breathe, and he doesn’t dare to help Wang Ping An.

“Okay.” Wang Ping’an was helpless. He asked for outside support for the last time. Seeing that Shennongding still didn’t make a move, he might be scrupulous about God’s punishment.

So he raised his hands, aura gathered crazily between his arms, and then summoned a chain of lightning, bombarding the fracture of the fire Qilin’s neck.

Grasp a weakness, then toss fiercely, and never give the opponent a chance to recover.

After ten minutes, Huo Qilin couldn’t hold it anymore, and with a scream, he was weak and limp in the gravel, his head rolled dozens of meters away.

The lack of energy and life origin in the body has been wasted.

It has felt the approach of death.

Too weak, so weak that there is no more words to question.

“I’m not reconciled, I’m not reconciled, I’ve been dormant for countless years, bearing the humiliation, is it just to wait for him to kill me? This does not meet the content of the prophecy…does not meet…”

The fire Qilin’s breath became weaker and weaker, and his eyes gradually closed.

Ding! Congratulations to the host, kill the evil-doing fire unicorn, reward three seven-star Zhilan, two flavor-enhancing blood ginseng, a pack of fairy grass 33-spice powder, a set of unicorn cutting tools, merit +10000!

Wang Ping’an received the prize in front of him, and without taking a closer look, he took it into the system warehouse.

Everything else can be understood, after all, the prize information was revealed when the task was released.

Just what the **** is this ten thousand merit? How many bad things did this fire unicorn do in the past to give itself 10,000 merits?

It’s a bug-like existence.

It seems that it exists to provide oneself with this ten thousand merits.

Isn’t that the way the legendary brushing merit is?

In any case, this fire unicorn finally died. Wang Ping’an had fought with it for about two hours and was too tired.

He sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

From the time he recovered his sanity, this was his most tiring battle.

In the distance, a cultivator was spying, Wang Ping’an was too lazy, too lazy to take care of them, just shoot whatever he wanted.

As an idol-level figure as a cultivator, I am used to it.

Uh, but why do their shots keep shooting against a dead unicorn?

With such a high face value, he is no match for a dead unicorn?

Humph! In that case, I won’t let you shoot.

So Wang Pingan waved his hand, and put the Qilin head and Qilin body inside his sleeve.

There was nothing left except a pool of unicorn blood and fragments of terrifying battle scenes.

Some little monsters and insects who are not afraid of death, ignoring the threat of Wang Ping’an, rob Qilin blood like they have not eaten food in eight years.

Even if a little unicorn blood is splashed on a stone, it will be swallowed, and nothing is wasted.

“Erbao, are you okay?” Gu Qingcheng finally found Wang Ping’an. He was tired and sweaty, but he was too late and couldn’t help much.

“It’s okay, only two hours of fighting, not worth mentioning.”

“…” Gu Qingcheng’s cheeks were reddish, always feeling that Wang Ping’an meant something.

“Let’s go, let’s go back, I will invite everyone to have a barbecue. Just hit a bit of game, let everyone taste it.” Wang Ping’an said, he stood up, wiped his forehead, and was about to leave.

“The game you are talking about is not the fire unicorn, right?” Gu Qingcheng just looked around, but didn’t see where the fire unicorn is.

“Yeah, otherwise, is there any game that I can cook myself?” After speaking, he took Gu Qingcheng and rose up against the wind. With the feeling of flying in the flesh, pulling the wind is pulling the wind, but it is really tired.

Gu Qingcheng covered her mouth in surprise, and wanted to ask something more, but because the speed was too fast, she couldn’t say anything.

The scenery under my feet was retreating fast, and the wind whistling in my ears, clouds and mists surrounding me, as if I had arrived in a fairyland.

Could it be that this is the feeling of flying through the clouds?

Sure enough…

After landing, the legs are soft.

When Wang Ping’an returned to the Shennong Orchard, the cultivators who had been sneaking around had already boarded the Reiki Recovery Forum with excitement and uploaded the video they had just taken.

“Look, the legendary fire unicorn is so terrible and powerful, but it’s dead! He was killed by a stronger man in a different place!”

“I don’t think no one in the world can suppress Ping An layman anymore. His current opponent is the legendary beast Fire Qilin! And, victory!”

“Worry about the black dragon in the East China Sea and the firebird in the south. Next time, when Wang Pingan’s recipe is updated, will they be named?”

Nothing is more shocking than video.

Photos can be faked, but the difficulty of fake videos is obviously greater.

The video of the 300-round battle between Wang Pingan and Huoqilin was also shot, but the distance is a bit far away and a little fuzzy.

The close-up shot shows the scene of the fire unicorn head in a different place. Even if such a fire unicorn is dead, it cannot be made by props.

The aura of looking at the world, the terrible skin and scales, and the strange appearance of the head and corners can all prove that it is true.

But such a powerful beast was actually killed by Wang Ping’an. How terrible is Wang Ping’an now?

Those famous sects suddenly closed the mountain gate. Is it because he was beaten to shut down?

The forum is hot, discussing the follow-up of this matter and speculation about the future.

At this time, Wang Ping’an had already called everyone in the orchard to have a barbecue there.

There are too many people, and afraid of not enough to eat, Wang Ping’an asked him to prepare two grills, which were filled with kirin meat.

I have already sprinkled the Xianjie Thirty-three Fragrant Powder, which was rewarded by the system, and added some flavor-enhancing grasses appropriately. That taste, across the Eight Desolate Banners, made the cultivators in the village cry.

Xiao Tiantian hugged a large bunch of Kirin barbecue, eating oily mouth, and asked vaguely: “Uncle Ping An, the Kirin meat is so delicious, where can I find it? Can we kill another one tomorrow?”

The cutie, who even couldn’t bear to kill the white rabbit back then, has already begun to want to kill the unicorn.