Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 734

"Puff puff……"

Just as the three Yun family brothers were about to unlock the magic weapon of defense, three thin lines cut across the void, splitting three great heads.

When the three heads crashed to the ground, and even the soul did not escape for half a minute, the figure of the Buddha and the blood mill gradually stepped out of the night.

"Too... tough, right?"

The spirit boy stared at this scene dumbfounded, feeling that his trip was meaningless.

At the same time, the pride in his heart was ruthlessly torn apart by the scene in front of him.

Vegete also looked at the two people with horror, and subconsciously recalled Lu Bu's words in his mind.

They are true killing gods, no matter what level of sacred the other party comes from, they will definitely die...

Judging from the current situation of the war, Lu Bu's words are not exaggerated.

After killing three people, the Buddha and Xuemo still had no expression on their faces, and looked up at Vegett.

They obviously didn't say a word, but Vegeta understood their thoughts miraculously, and said:

"Yes, your mission is complete, you can leave now."

The two did not reply in any form, and their bodies disappeared into the darkness out of thin air, without a trace.

If it weren't for the three corpses on the ground that were still there, and the blood was not cold, this scene would be like an illusion.

"Sheep strength, you lost." Vegett gradually sobered from the shock, said solemnly.

Daxian Yang Li couldn't hear what he was saying at this moment, and he was still in a sluggish state.

The presence is sacred, no one knows the power of the three Yun Family brothers better than him, but they are not weaker than the existence of a righteous god like Nezha.

However, a person of this level was actually slapped three times by someone?

It is totally unimaginable, unintelligible, who can imagine three pictures of Nezha being killed by a single blow? It's ridiculous!

However, no matter how he didn't believe it in his heart, the facts were already in front of him.

But when he gradually believed this fact in his heart, an inexplicable horror suddenly spread all over his body.

Who are those two monsters sacred? If they want to kill him, who can stop them?

"Spirit boy, right, thank you for being able to come over today."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Vegett turned to look at the boy next to him and smiled.

"Meet the Great Sage of Arms."

The spirit boy before Yizhuxiang was arrogant and would not put the fairy like Veget in his eyes.

But now, seeing the Buddha and the blood mill, his whole person has undergone tremendous changes, and he no longer dared to look down upon Vegett.

Vegett didn’t know that he had gone through such a mental journey. He only felt that the child was pretty good, at least a polite, not as arrogant and indulgent as some major disciples.

"No need to be polite, after I go back, say hello to the emperor Wa for me."

The spirit boy solemnly nodded his head, clasped his fists in a salute, and drove the clouds straight into Qingming.

At this moment, Daxian Yang Li finally walked out of horror, and silently put away the bodies of the three Yun brothers, preparing to send them back to Yun's house in the future.

The poor Yun family leapt into the world's top power with the help of the three brothers, but because of following him, not one of the three people died, even he himself felt that he was like a huge bad luck body.

"Guoji, is it better?"

Even though he hadn't slept all night, the king was still very energetic under the violent mood swings, and he raised his eyes to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, it's just now that I am happy, so naturally I can't let it go."

The king came to be interested and quickly said: "What other means can the national teacher use?"

The old Taoist turned his eyes to look at Vegett, and said gloomily: "How about we separate from the corpse in the next game?"

The head is where the soul resides.

Under normal circumstances, a Taoist creature can survive with broken hands, broken feet, or even being dug out of the heart.

However, without the head of Xiangshang, the physical body will be completely transformed into a corpse, unable to contain the soul.

The soul stays in it, there is only a dead end, so it will become a lonely ghost.

As for the abnormal situation...

It is rumored that Shen Gongbao has a magical power that can separate the corpse and takes his head off his neck.

As long as you press it back within twelve hours, you will be able to return to normal.

It's just that no one can see except Jiang Shang, who has been missing.

Vegett has practiced seventy-two changes and can do this, but he doesn't want to try.

Just as he was about to speak, Son Goku suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder a few times, and said softly, "Let me come."

"There must be a trap here," Vegett said.

"Don't worry." Son Goku has a confident and free smile on his face: "What if there are traps? Let me break them!"

Vegeta smiled slightly and nodded: "I believe you."

Son Goku walked towards the old Taoist priest step by step: "Let's say, how are you going to compare? Do we sever our heads or let the other party cut off our heads?"

The old Taoist shook his head and said: "Neither. At three quarters in the noon, the executioner will execute the execution. Whoever can beheaded but not die is a win. If you and I can both beheaded and not die, it depends on who lasts for a long time."

Son Goku looked up at the dawning sky, and said lightly: "Let's do it with you."

Time flies, and suddenly the big day hangs high, tall and strong, the executioner holding a huge steel knife is ordered to come and stand in the middle of the imperial garden.

As soon as the hour arrived, the old Taoist said impatiently: "Hericose, are you coming first or me first?"

"I'll come first."

Son Goku swaggered to the executioner, leaned forward, stretched out his head, turned his neck to his body, and said, "Chop, chop, grandson, I don't use any defense."

The executioner was used to killing people a long time ago, and he only felt ordinary about it. He spat on the palms of both hands, clenched the wide-backed long knife, and chopped it down with a hey.

"collapse!"

With a loud and crisp sound, the long knife slashed on the neck, sparks flew everywhere.

The neck was unscathed, but the dazzling long knife was broken into two pieces because of it.

"This knife is too porcelain to be useful." Son Goku said, shaking his head.

The old Taoist summoned a purple machete with short arms and a cold light from the cuff, and said calmly: "Use this, it will never happen again."

When the scimitar appeared, Beget suddenly felt that the temperature around him suddenly dropped a few degrees, and he was inexplicably panicked.

Reaching out and grabbing Son Goku's wrist, Vegett said solemnly, "That knife feels very evil to me, don't use it."

"The dignified Monkey King, the Great Sage with arms, turns out to be such a coward?" The old Taoist sneered.

Son Goku squinted at him: "Do you think these bullshits can arouse my eagerness? I don't know how high it is!"

"For me, even if you add up to 10 million you, it's not as good as Vegett's request, one concern. This saint doesn't use your demon knife now, what can you do?"

The veteran Taoist shot himself in the foot, and he was speechless for a while. *

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