Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 522

There is nothing in the sacred fire, and the light curtain is instantly turned into blue smoke.

Jin Chi's eyes were cracked, and he watched with heartbroken at the luxurious monastery that he had invested in infinite financial resources and material resources. It was swallowed and destroyed by the tongue of fire. His chest was full of anger, his face was red, and he spouted a mouthful of blood.

"Son Goku, Vegett, damn you guys!"

The Buddha's light was shining in Jinchi's eyes, and six divine rainbows emerged from the back of his head, forming a round of full moon Buddha's light.

Between the knots of both hands, two huge golden light descending magic pestles were summoned, with the wave of Buddha's light killing intent, crushed away.

Son Goku's golden cudgel held the sea of ​​flames, and had to meet the enemy with his bare hands.

The magic pestle that was flying in the air, like a golden holy dragon, was splashed by the sparks of his iron fist, and kept retreating and wailing.

Even though it is the ancient Buddha who has survived for a long time, in terms of strength alone, he is still a weak person in front of Son Goku.

Not long after, Son Goku became more and more courageous, breaking the magic stick.

With the wind and thunder, the imperial envoy turned into an afterimage and culled away.

Jin Chi is not Da Luo, and I have heard of Da Luo's sacred power.

But he still couldn't believe that the immortal god who had only cultivated for about a hundred thousand years, how could he be able to rival him, such a venerable who has survived for hundreds of millions of years, even better.

It was only when he was forced to retreat again and again by Son Goku with his bare hands and had to summon his own treasure again.

The high level of strength has something to do with the length of the cultivation time, but it is not necessarily.

At the same time, countless eyes are paying attention to this place, but the heavenly blessings are shallow, and the immortals who have no chance to participate in the westward journey, with thoughts of walking through the scene and deceiving merit, appear one after another, pretending to attack Sanzang who has always been out of the way.

Seeing these clown-like characters, the corners of Vegett's mouth were slightly raised, and he drew out the magic sword of blood.

He secretly said: "The creation of countless Yuanhui, the birth of immortal gods is simply countless, like bull lice. These bull lice are parasitic on the giant cow of the Three Realms, and continue to drink blood to survive."

"No wonder every time a period of time, there will be a calamity, there was a great chaos, the battle of the gods, and now there has been an unprecedented change. The purpose seems to be to eliminate some parasites..."

The blood-transforming divine knife was swung, and countless bloodstains were formed in the air, and the sharp edge would be revealed, like a death sickle, harvesting the life of a fairy god like a grass mustard.

"Fighting separately will only perish. If we can get together and kill Vegett, one of the protagonists of the westward journey, we will definitely get the great merit."

The fairy gods are only weak in strength, not brain-dead, some of them shouted loudly.

Vegett sneered, holding long swordsmen in both hands, with blood shining in his eyes.

"Let's go together, grass and mustards, the more you cut, the more merits I can reap!"

A battle of unparalleled mowing has begun again.

With Son Goku, the great Luo who is fighting against the sky, unless the ten square emperor, the five sides and the five elders arrive, no one can reverse the ending.

Unexpectedly, when the fire broke out, it alarmed thousands of miles.

Twenty miles south of this Guanyin Temple, there is Heifeng Mountain, and there is a Batu Cave in the mountain. There is a hidden giant demon in the cave, named Black Bear Spirit, known as the Old Demon of Black Mountain. It is a demon world with a radius of thousands of miles. overlord.

At that time, the black bear spirit was sleeping peacefully, awakened by the turbulent aura of heaven and earth.

He turned upside down on the wide jade bed, staring at the direction of the temple with his sleepy black eyes.

"How come there was a sudden fire? The monk in the courtyard was so careless. That's fine, that's all, the ancient Buddha of the Jinchi has a three-point relationship with me, and he will save his life."

Let's say that the black bear lifted the head of the cloud and reached the sky above the temple.

But in the flames, a fierce god with a hairy face and Lei Gong’s mouth waved an iron fist.

We have been neighbors with the Lafayette for a long time, and they have known each other well.

Although the black bear spirit is confident that he can defeat the opponent, it is absolutely impossible for him to win such a relaxed and freehand experience like the demon saint in mid-air.

"Friendship is back to friendship, it's not guilty to go to death for this. Grandpa, I have no right to see this scene."

The black bear spirit mumbled, and he was about to turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, he glanced at it, but was surprised to find that a mortal monk, with the help of a brilliant robes, was not in the slightest strange in the flames and heat, and even a little sweat was not produced on his forehead.

"It's not cold and hot? No, it's not that simple!"

The black bear spirit blinked his pitch-black eyes, and looked closely, only to find that this cassock is a thousand ingenious pearl pendants, and there are all kinds of strange Buddha treasures.

The upper and lower dragons must be paved with colorful flowers, and they are surrounded by brocade.

The body-hanging sprites have since disappeared, and they have entered the yellow spring with their sprites.

Tuohua Tianxian personally made it, not sacred and dare not wear it.

"What a sacred garment."

The black bear spirit's eyes flashed, greed into his heart, no matter what else, he concealed his figure and dropped the head of the cloud.

Came to Sanzang silently and knocked him out with one finger.

The black bear spirit stretched out his hand to pull off the robes, but his palm touched a fiery red light mask.

"Where is the evil, sneaky, and what is the intention?"

Accompanied by a joke, countless streams of fire turned into magical runes, which filled the entire courtyard, and violently collided with the immortal energy on his body, revealing his figure.

"Damn it, it's a good thing for me!"

The black bear spirit suddenly turned his eyes, before he took a shot, he saw two black hoofs leaping into the air with menacing aura, stepping on him violently.

"boom!"

Before he could draw out his weapon, the black bear spirit crossed his arms and blocked the fierce blow abruptly, and was repelled several feet by the powerful force.

"With such supernatural power, is this a damn horse or a dragon?"

The little white dragon ran on his heels and trampled away again: "It's your grandfather Longma, the evil charm died!"

The black bear spirit stretched out his hand, and between the brilliance and brilliance, a bronze long-handled great axe suddenly appeared, slashing towards the dragon horse's hooves: "Dare to call grandpa with grandpa, grandpa has spent your hoofs!"

Huo Qingwu summoned a fan, lightly one.

Countless fire dragons appeared out of thin air, filled all vision, bombarded the giant axe, and threw it back.

"boom!"

Taking this opportunity, the dragon horse's hooves stepped on the chest of the black bear spirit, surging its blood.

As soon as he saw it, he was going to lose his power. The black bear turned his eyes and thought about it.

Smashed all the fire dragons with one axe, shook the white dragon back, and turned into a black rainbow, rushing to the sky.

Huo Qingwu stomped her feet, Yu Huo soared into the air.

As the long sleeves were waving, countless fire dragons opened their mouths, biting the black shadow ahead, and the scene was magnificent.

The black bear spirit looks like long eyes in the back of the head, turning around with an axe, smashing all attacks.

Disdainfully smiled, disappeared here in the blink of an eye.

Huo Qingwu's chest was ups and downs with his last grin, and the bad breath had not yet subsided, suddenly he heard the little white dragon below make a muffled grunt.

Looking down, he saw a deep scar cut out by an axe on Longma's body, and blood was flowing.

And Sanzang's robes had long been missing. *

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