Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 950: A Broader World Has Appeared

"Mahayana Buddhism has just been established, and there is still a lack of an apologetic king." The corner of Sanzang's mouth raised lightly and said lightly.

"I owe you..." Sha Wujing breathed a long sigh of relief and said earnestly: "I have become this protector, and I vowed to live and die with Mahayana Buddhism."

"Huh..."

San Zang did not respond, the sacred light once again fell in the sky, and a green lotus next to him slowly bloomed.

"Heaven’s will decree, and the westward journey is a disaster. Here is a god canopy, who is evil from the immortal body, assisting the westward journey, and the credit is rewarded. Since the eighth difficulty conquering the canopy, a total of 56 disasters have been experienced, respectively..."

The decree of the heavenly path: "The canopy is difficult to distinguish, and 56 difficult merits are given to the heavens."

"I'm not convinced, God, why are they either saints or quasi saints? They're just the gods when they come to me?!" Above Qinglian, the canopy jumped.

"The deity's cultivation is not enough, and the westward contribution is not enough, and the heavenly deity's fruit status is absolutely fair." Tiandao explained in a dull way.

Tianpeng lamented, knowing that Heaven did not deceive him, but he was still unhappy.

Although the Tianzun realm is only one realm away from the Great Heavenly Sovereign, the difference in this realm is like the entire world, which is completely incomparable.

If you talk about combat power, the big Tianzun can slap a Tianzun to death with a slap.

The only thing that made him feel the slightest comfort was the little white dragon that came out of the white lotus. After fifty-eight difficulties, the comments he got from the mouth of the heavens were a lot of hard work, and the merits were less than him, and he was bestowed. Big Luo Jinxian fruit position.

In terms of who is the worst loser in the westbound team, Tianpeng felt that Xiao Bailong was definitely ranked first.

It's a mere Da Luo, although it is very difficult to cultivate so far, but it took a lot of heavenly merit to change such a fruit position, no one would think he is lucky.

After the award of the little white dragon, the heavens are hidden, but the people on the west side are left looking at each other with many sacred faces.

"The results now are much better than you thought." After a long time, San Zang said to Vegett.

Beiji nodded and looked up at the golden phantom, with a solemn expression: "Now there is only the last mystery left. Who are you... on earth?"

"Don't say it, otherwise there will be a big mess." Golden Void said.

"Major trouble?" Vegeter frowned, "The strongest sacred in the Three Realms are gathered here now, can't bear your real name?"

"I can't bear it, this Fang Tiandao won't work." The Golden Void said earnestly, gradually becoming illusory.

"Pretend to be a god and make a fool of me. I want to take a look at your true face."

Raising his eyebrows coldly, turning his hands to pat the golden phantom, countless avenue magic runes flashed, condensed into a holy light palm.

"call!"

The surging palm of the holy light passed through the phantom easily with a sharp piercing sound.

Although everyone can still see the golden phantom, its deity is no longer in this universe.

Even if raising the eyebrows has the power to shake the sky, it can't hurt it.

"The world has completely changed. It is no longer the future I see."

A very subtle voice came from the phantom: "But that's okay, at least the people I care about can still live."

"Who is the person you care about, is it me? Can you quietly tell me who you are?" Vegett always felt that this creature had great cause and effect with himself, and said loudly.

The phantom trembled suddenly and completely disappeared in front of the saints, without giving an answer in the end.

"He may be from another time point."

Subhuti stretched out his hand and patted Vegett's shoulder, and said slowly, "As long as you practice hard, there will be a goodbye day in the future."

Vegett stared at the place where the phantom had left. After a long time, he sighed slightly: "I am a quasi-saint. I am a strong man second only to a saint. Why do I still have a sense of weakness?"

At first he guessed that this phantom might be his deity hidden somewhere in this world, but if it is really the deity, the two will know the cause and effect when they exchange their minds, and there is no need to hide anything at all.

But now, he has not dared to determine the true identity of this phantom.

"Stupid boy, don't you know it yourself? Even a saint is never the end." Subudi touched his forehead.

"Hongjun, how do we account for the two of us?" Yang Mei said solemnly.

"This world is very big, bigger than Honghuang." Hongjun said.

Raising eyebrows understood what he meant, and the hostility in his eyes disappeared slightly.

Without the good fortune jade butterfly, it is no longer possible to fight for control of the heavens, so although the hatred between the two of them is there, there is no need to fight to the death.

"I am raising eyebrows, one of the ancient ancestors of the Three Realms. After the 7th and forty-nine days, I will rebuild the Jiuxiao Palace and spread the Supreme Dao. Those who are predestined can listen to it."

Raising his eyebrows and speaking slowly, the huge voice continued to spread in all directions.

"I'm Hongjun, I will reopen the Zixiao Palace after July 7 forty-nine, and those who are predestined can listen to it."

Hongjun spoke immediately afterwards, and his voice spread to a distant place.

He raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, and was not in the mood to provoke him: "Old monk, Subhuti, follow me to the Jiuxiao Palace for a cup of tea."

Amitabha put his hands together: "It is better to be respectful than fate."

"Let's go." A huge white cloud emerged from Subhuti's feet and waved to Son Goku and Vegeta.

"Jun Yan, I'll go to the underworld to find you when I have time. Sanzang, Tianpeng, Wujing, Bailong, we will get together in a few days. Wa Huang, Jade Emperor... Well, I really don't know how to face you."

Vegete bowed his hands to the crowd, his expression gradually becoming complicated.

"Just follow your own path," Wa Huang said: "In this new world, sanctification shouldn't be as difficult as in the prehistoric times."

The Jade Emperor waved his hand without speaking.

Like Vegett, he didn't know how to face each other.

The old chess pieces had swallowed the benefits that should have belonged to him, and according to his temper, they should have been killed early.

But Subhuti is pestering there, and he raises his eyebrows and will not sit back and watch someone bullying his friend. Don't even think about getting this bad debt back.

Raising his eyebrows and stepping on auspicious clouds, he flew up, and set up a volley Dao Palace high above the western sky. On the doorplate, there were three characters engraved with dragons and phoenixes: Jiuxiao Palace.

Not to be outdone, Hongjun also set up a simple Taoist palace on the high places of the eastern sky.

In the old days, there were three thousand visitors in the Zixiao Palace, each of which was an ancient god who was well-known for its prehistoric times.

Over the years, most of these gods died in the chaos of war, such as Dijun and Taiyi.

The remaining part was either hidden in the Three Realms, or entered the chaos, and I don't know how many people are still left.

Of course, the world has changed, and a broader and splendid world has emerged.

It can be predicted that when the Zixiao Palace reopens, a new prosperous age will begin to appear on this first heaven. *

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