Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 543

Emperor Donghua breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Fortunately, you and Vegett are different after all, and have a never-tired fighting heart. Otherwise, my trip will come in vain? Karma, It's not easy to repay!"

Son Goku chuckled and raised his eyes: "For me, everything in this mortal world is too fragile. If you really fight, if you hit it, it will be enough to tear thousands of miles of land. The cause and effect are too great. You and I will go to heaven. How about World War I?"

Donghua thought it so, and accepted it and left with him in Huahong.

"I guess Xitian should also act now, what do you think?" Vegett retracted his gaze and asked softly.

Sanzo wanted to laugh inexplicably, so he forcibly held back and sighed: "Think about it carefully, I really look like a baby, this feeling is really too bad."

San Zang is a very capable person, not necessarily conceited, but he must be confident.

A person who is full of self-confidence, but is no longer within the scope of protection all the time, this reality hurts self-esteem.

It's just that, besides himself, who cares?

Who can, or who dares, believe that he can travel thousands of miles with his own strength?

This is an unsolvable proposition, an unsolvable answer.

The path of the "baby" was blocked. As his full-time nanny, someone walked out of the purple bamboo forest, lifted into the sky, soared up, and finally came to the simple and elegant front of the palace in 33 days.

"I have seen Tuss."

On the stone steps at the door, there are two children in Taoist costumes, one with a golden horn and one with a silver horn. The white skin and tender flesh have some baby fat, which is really cute.

"Dare to ask Laojun where?"

Golden Horn took out a gold sticker from his arms and handed it forward: "Master went out to visit a friend, and he is nowhere to be seen. Before leaving, he left a letter asking us to give it to the gods who came to visit."

Avalokitesvara frowned slightly, and opened the letter paper in front of the two small faces, and saw it read: "No desire, no desire, no cause and effect."

"No cause and effect!"

Avalokitesvara's face gradually lost any color, and a white flame the size of a peas was ignited on his ten fingers, burning the gilt letter paper to ashes, and turned away.

For a long while, in the Wa Palace, a white-clothed, bare-footed, beautiful-looking girl Bodhisattva stood in the temple, saluting the saint on the throne of Lanxiang: "Wa Huang Jinan."

"Long story short."

Huang Wa said calmly: "Different from the previous time, all the saints' forces have shared their benefits and are contaminated with cause and effect. This time, no one except the heavens participated."

"In other words, this is just a matter between Heavenly Court and you."

"In this contest, if the Heavenly Court wins, the westward journey will cease. No one can estimate what will happen in the future. You have won, and the westward journey will continue. Buddhism is still on the road to prosperity."

Avalokitesvara groaned for a moment, then said softly: "The westward journey has stopped, and the heavenly court has gained a lot, but the hard work of all the saints is about to be completely wiped out, right?"

"Not so much."

Wa Huang said: "Now is just the beginning, no one has taken away greater benefits and the absolute foundation after the changes. If the world starts to advance from now on, we saints will have more opportunities."

"Go back, find a way for yourself, no one wants to be the gun in your hands and clear the obstacles for Buddhism."

Avalokitesvara realized vaguely that Buddhism has developed very rapidly over the years, and it is expected that after traveling westward, it will reach its true peak, disregarding the three religions.

It is precisely because of this that all the saints tacitly or simply personally manipulate various behaviors that weaken Buddhism, such as the previous Poxun event.

They want to shake the foundation of Buddhism little by little on the road to Buddhism's great prosperity.

Going west is not a simple road, but a game between many great religions.

The sacred heart, the gully is difficult to settle, and so many trials and stories have emerged.

In front of the Liusha River, on the bank of the green grass, the white dragon horse lay lazily on the green grass, listening to the monk sitting close to him, chanting his humility.

Vegete and the canopy were sitting together, with a huge golden mirror in front of them.

In the mirror, a starry sky and the war between two peerless characters are shown.

In the Liusha River, Sha Wujing stood on the surface of the water, holding a crescent shovel, squinting his eyes, motionless, like a statue.

In the river, relying on the human skull to learn from his body, he can walk on the ground without any interference.

Even if it was against the monkey, it might not be much worse.

But once he leaves the water and fights life and death, he may not be able to match that pig demon.

Therefore, he dared not go ashore.

When the setting sun fell, two divine rainbows, one gold and one purple, came swiftly, suspended in front of the crowd out of thin air, each in embarrassed appearance and miserable appearance.

"I lost." Son Goku thought, and the golden cudgel quickly became smaller and got into his right ear.

Donghua's face was a little red, and he shook his head and said, "Ashamed, you have been infatuated for hundreds of millions of years, but you almost lost in your hands. I should be the one who really lost."

Son Goku was noncommittal about this: "Anyway, you win, and I won't make another move. In this way, your cause and effect must be repaid, right?"

"Thank you." Donghua pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes and said: "I have a proposal. Would you like to think about it?"

"Let's talk about it first."

"Hundreds of millions of years of cultivation, my Dao is not as pure as yours, but there are countless insights. The two of us will be able to benefit from each other's Dao, rules, and magical powers." Donghua said sincerely.

Son Goku thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Except for the core technique and natal magical powers, it's okay."

Donghua’s eyes lighted up: "Then I will follow you for a while, not for cause and effect, just for practice. After gaining something, I will leave automatically."

Watching the two talk quietly on the sidelines, each confirms the way in their hearts.

Sanzang looked at Vegett: "Actually, I was thinking, if we force a detour, what will happen?"

Vegeta was startled and thought seriously: "You mean, don't care about Sha Wujing's identity? If that's the case... it doesn't seem to hurt anymore. Now and then, for the sake of heaven, he will also catch up with us. ."

"Then take a detour. It's only eight hundred miles, and it's a big deal to go thousands of miles." Sanzang said, standing up.

"Stop them." Above the water, Sha Wujing spoke indifferently.

Tens of thousands of demons rushed out, blocking a group of people from all directions, from above and below.

The five fingers of Vegett's right hand rotated, and countless slender blood needles appeared all over the sky, ignoring all defenses and restraints, and piercing the body of the demon.

Feeling the rapid passing of the power in the body, the demons were afraid, and returned to the Liusha River for the first time, trying their best to suppress the blood needles in the body, and force them out one by one with difficulty. *

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