Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 605

Vegeta is not afraid of the power of the black robe, but Son Goku is a little worried about his safety.

Son Goku stepped forward and stopped in front of him, slightly raised his eyes: "Come down, I hate looking up at others."

The Da Luo domain belonging to him expanded rapidly and annexed thousands of miles.

A vast and powerful blow hit the shrine, even though the defensive god pattern was formed in succession, it could not withstand such a devastation and was forcibly knocked down to the ground.

"Playing Monkey!"

Turning his eyes to look at the palace that had broken through a big hole, the Black Emperor touched his nose and smiled speechlessly.

Beget asked in confusion: "Even though you understand that your thinking is different from ordinary people, but I also want to know, why do you want to save Zhen Yuanzi?"

"After all, his identity is not as special as Bo Xun, and it plays an important role in your so-called balance between good and evil."

The corners of the black emperor’s lips curled up slightly, revealing a charming smile and said: "Zhen Yuanzi was born to bathe in the blood soul of tens of millions of liches. important."

"I look forward to the day when he can lead countless evil spirits to completely suppress the sacred, benevolent and benevolent fairy Buddhas."

Vegett looked indifferent and detached, and said calmly: "He won't have this kind of opportunity, because he can't let go of his hatred of me and the monkey."

"That's more interesting, isn't it?"

Hei Di smiled and said, "If he died today, who would dare to trouble you in the future?"

"A smooth road will not make people grow. Only setbacks and hardships can create brilliance. You should thank me for doing such a behavior."

"Can you kill this madman?" Vegeta frowned slightly and whispered to Son Goku in secret.

Son Goku shook his head: "I can't kill it! I don't know what adventure this guy has gotten recently. The prosperity of luck is terrifying, and it's impossible to fall."

Purple light flashed in Vegett's eyes, and he performed a look of hope.

But I saw the luck of the Black Emperor into the sea, the golden dragon soaring in the sea, the phoenix flying, Huang Huang seemed to be the Lord of Destiny, and it was too precious.

Regardless of other things, just in terms of quantity, your total luck is even less than half of the other's.

How could this happen?

Did this guy practice the method of depriving luck?

Vegett murmured in his heart, raised his eyes and said: "I have to say, you think too much. Today we can kill him once, after years, it will be easier to kill him."

"He won't be a stumbling block for us. At most, he can only serve as a stepping stone and be stepped on again and again."

The smile on Hei Di's face froze, and he realized in a daze that they were not yet a thousand years old.

It is so young, like a rising sun.

No matter how heavy the twilight is, it can't hide the light on them.

Suddenly, a little upset, the Black Emperor sighed, turned and walked towards the palace, and disappeared behind the huge stone gate.

He knew very well that he couldn't hurt the other party.

Since this is the case, it is better to go back.

Son Goku didn't stop it because he knew better and couldn't stop it himself.

The Black Emperor robbed the seriously injured and dying Zhen Yuanzi, bringing the war between the demon hunter and the demons of Huaguo Mountain to a successful conclusion.

In the future, Zhen Yuanzi may be able to rebirth from the ashes, but there will definitely not be a demon hunter willing to join him against the demon clan.

The corpses all over the ground here will become a confinement, firmly tied to the heads of all demon hunters.

Until countless years later, the past turned into a legend, and the legend was wiped out in the long river of time, and perhaps the demon hunters could get out of the shadow that Huaguo Mountain brought to them.

In the sky, on the chariot.

The canopy put away his handsome flag, sighed and said: "Once the war involves Daluo, all colors are lost."

"No matter how powerful the soldiers and horses, no matter how strong the ability to command troops, and how strong the formation skills are, they cannot influence the final outcome."

"At most, it's just icing on the cake.

"Most ants can kill elephants, but they can't kill a dragon that soars for nine days."

Vegett flew up to him, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "It's not so exaggerated."

"Powerful soldiers, strong commander-in-chief ability, and formation skills cannot determine the final victory or defeat. But it can determine the victory or defeat, whether it is a big victory or a miserable victory."

"Look down at these children who survived the war. They are cheering, they are rejoicing, and they are grateful for having a good commander in order to minimize casualties."

"This is also the fundamental reason why I did not command the monster clan by myself, but worshiped you as a commander."

The canopy was slightly startled, looking down at a messy battlefield, watching the countless monsters hugging and cheering, watching hundreds of old monsters salute him, and suddenly his heart felt a little tingling.

Gradually, he discovered that he had no longer resisted the Yaozu since I don't know when.

"Gather the robed corpse and go home."

Vegete flew out of the chariot and looked around the battlefield, a gentle voice resounding in every fairy's ears.

The monster army, immersed in the joy of the victory, stopped cheering because of this sentence.

The goblin who had passed with excitement looked at the robe lying on the ground, with complex emotions on his face.

There is heartache, there is respect, there is a pity, there is respect.

Without putting the corpses of the group of monsters into the magic weapon space, every creature of the monster race, personally took up a cold corpse, followed behind their holy king, and returned to their homeland.

On the same day, Daqing was held in the Huaguo Mountain.

The next day, a great funeral was held in Huaguo Mountain.

There is no undead in war.

But the people here are not a set of cold numbers, but a lively life.

They have their own world, family, friends, and many traces left in this world.

Vegett is stingy with outsiders, but treats these sergeant widows with special preference.

All kinds of rewards are generally sent out, which makes people jealous.

So, three days have passed.

At noon on the fourth day, Vegeta just got off his job.

He came to the lower reaches of the waterfall and saw a burly man standing in front of the flowing water, meditating and closing his eyes slightly.

"Canopy?" Vegett paused slightly.

The canopy suddenly opened his eyes, and in the dark night, there seemed to be a light flashing: "I'm waiting for you. The Huaguo Mountain is up, and things can't be slowed down. When are you going to return?"

Vegett chuckled and said, "The four guardians on the westbound road, all three are here, now think about it, Sha Wujing really may not be able to protect Sanzang well."

Hearing Sha Wujing's name, a cold light flashed in Tianpeng's eyes, but a ridiculous smile appeared on his face: "Perhaps Sanzang is being robbed at this moment."

This remark, the speaker is not intent, who would have said it.

Sanzang, who had just escaped from the disaster, encountered a monster again, and was even thrown directly into the pot of medicine, preparing to cook it into a pot of porridge. *

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