The wrath of the national destiny is not something they can bear!
It's over. Not only can't we steal the country's destiny today, we may even die from it!
The Demon King angrily scolded: "You surnamed Ye, you ruined my good deeds, I will record this account!"
"The underworld sequence obeys the order and escapes!"
Ye Wudao immediately ordered: "We belong to Daxia, we will stop them even at the risk of our lives!"
If the Heavenly Demon King and the Seventeen Haunted Demons are let go, the coup scene from a hundred years ago may happen again.
No matter what the price is, we must kill them this time, or at least severely damage the opponent's foundation, so as not to bring disaster to Great Xia.
The Demon King roared: "Ye Wudao, you are crazy!"
"Neither you nor I can bear the wrath of our country's destiny. If we don't leave, we will both perish here."
Ye Wudao was neither humble nor arrogant: "The fate of the country is shaped by the will of billions of people in Daxia."
"I don't believe that the will of my people in Daxia will force me to die!"
"Come and accept your fate!"
Cio, madman, madman!
The Demon King scolded angrily while fighting Ye Wudao.
The huge dragon of national luck cruised through the crowd and attacked indiscriminately.
Even if its huge body slightly touches someone, the person will be blown away dozens of meters away.
In front of it, no one can fight back.
However, the Demon King discovered that the National Fortune Changlong's attacks on people from the Ye Wudao camp were much weaker, and even deliberately avoided people from the Daxia camp several times.
What Ye Wudao said is indeed correct. This national destiny dragon is not without consciousness. He is the consciousness of billions of people in Daxia and will not really push Ye Wudao to death.
The Demon King shouted to Ye Wandao: "Ye Wandao, hurry up and carry the fate of the country."
ah?
Ye Wandao was dumbfounded.
Even my foster father, a powerful man in the demonic realm, could not stop the long march of national destiny.
But now he is asked to carry the country's destiny throughout his life... How could he possibly be able to bear it?
The Demon King saw Ye Wandao's fear and hurriedly explained: "You and Ye Wudao have the same origin, and both carry the power of faith of billions of people in Daxia."
"This national destiny dragon will be close to your aura and will take the initiative to blend in with you."
"This is your opportunity. If you can succeed in this national destiny, the position of chief director of the Underworld will be yours sooner or later."
Ye Wandao still didn't dare!
waste!
In the end, the Demon King was angered, and a stream of Yin Qi was released, wrapping Ye Wandao, and throwing him onto the national destiny dragon.
roar!
The long line of national luck struggled even more angrily.
Ye Wandao had no choice but to grit his teeth and forcibly merge the national destiny.
The Demon King guessed right. Ye Wandao carries the power of faith of the people of Daxia and can indeed integrate this national destiny.
However, Ye Wandao only melted a little, but he was in great pain and did not dare to continue melting.
He had never experienced such pain in his life.
The Demon King threatened: "Continue, persist."
"If you dare to give up, I will kill you with my own hands!"
Ahhhhh!
Ye Wandao roared angrily and worked harder to bring about the national destiny.
Oops!
Ye Wudao's heart sank to the extreme,
If Ye Wandao is really able to control this national destiny, Daxia will surely suffer disaster!
You must stop him.
Ye Wudao used all his strength to push back the Demon King, then jumped up and jumped on the head of the National Fortune Dragon.
"melt!"
His majestic energy immediately wrapped up the long dragon of national destiny and stuffed it into his body.
The movement of the country into the body is like burning magma.
He felt like his internal organs had been boiled to death, he was suffering unbearable pain, and even almost fainted several times.
However, when he thought about Daxia's possible misfortune, he became extremely sober.
After more than half an hour of pain, the long queue of national destiny was finally resolved by Ye Wudao.
And Ye Wudao had already lost his strength, lost consciousness, and fell heavily to the ground. There was no movement, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Although Ye Wandao only had a small amount of national luck, he was still in agony and rolling on the ground.