"Wang" looked at Zhang Ruoshui, his brows furrowed.
"Damn it, you were imprisoned by Qi Jin. Where did you get Qi Jin?"
"I've finally waited for you." Ye Wudao's faint voice suddenly sounded.
Wang couldn't help but tremble all over and hurriedly followed the sound.
After discovering Ye Wudao, Wang's mood suddenly became solemn: "It's you, it's you!"
Ye Wudao smiled slightly: "Yes, it's me. I worked very hard to lure you out."
Damn it!
Wang cursed angrily, then burrowed into Zhang Ruoshui's body, dissipating Ye Wudao's energy, and ran away.
Ye Wudao also jumped up, directly broke through the cell, and chased Zhang Ruoshui.
Now Zhang Ruoshui has been controlled by Wang. He is extremely fast and lightning-fast.
However, no matter how fast he is, he is still no match for Ye Wudao.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.
Ye Wudao's energy was released and enveloped Zhang Ruoshui's body.
Although it couldn't restrain him, it could greatly slow down the opponent's speed.
Damn it!
Wang cursed under his breath.
He knew that if he continued like this, not only would he not be able to protect Zhang Ruoshui, but he might even be defeated by the other party.
In the end, Wang could only abandon Zhang Ruoshui mercilessly and escape at full speed.
Ye Wudao continued to chase.
The king is just a ray of consciousness, and his speed is comparable to that of the fairy and demon realm.
The gap between Ye Wudao and the other party has always remained the same, neither shortening nor lengthening.
Ye Wudao knew that it would not work if he continued like this, as his physical strength would be slowly exhausted by the opponent.
The king is just a ray of consciousness, not even a body, let alone "physical strength".
In the end, Ye Wudao simply used the Thirteen Needles of Tianluo.
The thirteen needles of Tianluo can hurt and kill people.
Qi Jin is not very harmful to the king, and Ye Wudao can only transform Qi Jin into the Thirteen Needles of Tianluo.
Thirteen Tianluo needles did cause some damage to Wang this day, but the damage was not serious and could not change the current situation at all.
Ye Wudao was also angry: "Are all the Kunlun people as timid as you? They will only be deserters."
Wang Leng snorted and said: "Humph, you are the king of the world, and I am just a nobody from the Kunlun lineage. You, the king, are bullying me, a nobody, does that count as bullying the small?"
Ye Wudao was slightly shocked.
Even the "king" in Zhang Ruoshui's mouth is just a nobody from the Kunlun lineage.
So how strong is the true king of the Kunlun lineage?
Ye Wudao's head is as big as an ox. If the Kunlun lineage really attacks the human world, will the human world have the power to resist?
Hard to say.
Neither Qi Jin nor Tian Luo Thirteen Needles could cause much harm to the opponent, and Ye Wudao was finally forced to panic.
Now there is only one way to seriously damage the opponent: national destiny!
The national destiny is shaped by the faith of hundreds of millions of Daxia people, and it should be able to severely damage that ray of consciousness.
Ye Wudao burst out with the power of National Destiny, and the Divine Dragon of National Destiny made an earth-shattering dragon roar and rushed towards Kunlun.
As soon as the National Fortune Dragon was born, Wang felt a strong threat.
He quickly turned his head to look, then his pupils dilated and his face was filled with fear.
What a powerful force of faith!
This power of faith caused huge interference to his thinking.
And at the moment when he was in a daze, the dragon of national destiny rushed to him.
Accompanied by a huge dragon roar, the National Fortune Divine Dragon penetrated the king's "body".