Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 958

It can be considered a treasure, and the gain of this Slaughter Avenue is definitely considered sturdy.

Everything in the Universe can be killed, blood and bones will be cast into a winding upward staircase, sending him to the throne of the strongest.

If there are troubles that cannot be solved by murder, then all the creatures with troublesome factors will be killed.

"We still have to condense a set of magical powers first, as a means of attack."

Looking at the killing rune, Vegett’s spirit placed the seed of magic power in the void above his head and closed his eyes.

When you open your eyes, you are in your heart, and when you close your eyes, there is darkness.

I don't know how long it has passed, a dazzling light suddenly appeared from the darkness, this light was like an axe to open the sky, like the creation divine sword, tearing the darkness into pieces, bringing the bright light to the world.

Vegett's gaze watched this light, and countless characters gradually appeared on the supernatural power seed above his head. These characters absorbed the dazzling brilliance from his supernatural soul and transmitted it back into the seed.

Gradually, the seeds sprout.

After a short while, the buds turned into demon flowers.

This is a flower that is as red as blood and as pure as colored glaze. Its appearance resembles a scarlet mandala. The needle-like beards of the flower are tightly curled into a ball, and there is faint light coming out of it, as if something is gestating.

After a long time, the light within the demon flower became more and more radiant, and the bright blood radiated from the gap of the flower's whiskers, transforming into the mirror image of the corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood.

"Flap, pop, pop..."

A faint and crisp voice gradually came out of the demon flower, and each flower's whiskers burst out from the flower cluster and bloomed, but the light of blood that was released was fast and restrained.

When the flowers bloomed, Vegeta's soul opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and pulled the flower on his head to the front.

I saw in the center of the fascinating Slaughter Flower, floating a thumb length, the color as blood, the light as thin as a thread, with a faint smell of blood and a deep chill.

Vegett stared at the bloody light in a daze. After a long while, he recovered, his mind withdrew from his heart, and his body opened his eyes.

He raised his eyes and looked around Dao Gong Wanxian, and saw that many people were out of the state of sentiment, and they were waiting bored in every possible way, even chatting in secret.

Vegett pursed his mouth, retracted his gaze, and summoned the Flying Dragon Zen Staff from the Sky Fox Ring and placed it in his arms.

With a movement of his mind, a half-arc-shaped blood glow appeared on his right index finger, and he wiped it against the pole of the Flying Dragon Zen Staff.

Silently, the Flying Dragon Zen Staff was forcibly cut in half by the blood beam.

As a result, the golden buddha stick quickly lost its luster and turned into an ugly dark yellow.

The Flying Dragon Zen Staff, which had been generous and bright in the Three Realms, was abandoned at this moment.

"hiss……"

On the first futon, Son Goku turned his head and took a breath, his eyes horrified.

He is quite aware that the quality of the Flying Dragon Zen Rod is not bad, and it is much better than his golden hoop rod.

However, such a magical tool can be scrapped so easily?

That light...what is it?

"It's very sharp, I don't know if I can cut the head of Zhuansheng."

Vegett muttered to himself, looking at the eight figures on his right with a smile.

"This ill-intentioned look is so evil."

The eight quasi-sages felt cold at the same time, and their momentum was taken away, and they did not dare to look directly at Vegett's eyes.

After a few moments, the golden willow tree above his brows gradually brightened: "All the immortals take heart, and the preaching officially begins."

Wan Xian hurriedly sat down, putting away all his distracting thoughts, looking eagerly at Dao Ancestor.

Among them, some of them didn't listen carefully at the beginning, but were left behind by the divine being especially attentive.

"Official preaching, wouldn't it be like some scriptures, right?" Beget guessed secretly, thinking this way of teaching is very clichéd.

Just as he was thinking about it, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and the whole world changed in an instant.

He seems to have come to the time of the Primordial Prehistoric, the world is vast but lacks vitality, the earth is like barren soil, I don't know how many miles there are.

"Illusion?"

Vegett was startled and wanted to reach out and rub his eyes, but was surprised to find that he had no body now and turned into a tree.

To be precise, it is a huge willow that is extremely large, with golden willow branches covering thousands of miles of territory.

"Taozu raised his eyebrows?" Vegeta was a little unsure.

No one responded, and Taikoo seemed to be alone.

"Made, it's so boring!" A hundred years later, Vegett roared up to the sky with a loud voice.

The roots of this willow tree are deeply buried in the ground, restricting his freedom. This feeling is more uncomfortable than going to jail.

"Is there anyone!"

Five hundred years later, Vegett felt like he was going crazy.

He is not a person who can endure his heart to cultivate the Tao, so the years and years are pure nonsense to him.

Five hundred years of imprisonment, he has the desire to kill.

However, no matter how he shouted or cursed, his body couldn't move, let alone figure it out.

Over time, he abused, angered, madly, and finally calm and indifferent in the years.

Until one day, he saw a huge cloud of purple air, which was blown from a distant place by the wind, and the eyes of the ancient well deep pool suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance: "Purple air, purple air, come here!"

"What do you call me?"

Hearing the call, the purple energy quickly shrank and condensed into a young Taoist man wearing a high crown.

"You... I..."

The corners of Vegett's mouth twitched, and he always felt a bit different about this retro appellation: "Little Taoist, where is this place, and what is your name?"

"I'm so hungry, I don't have a name."

The Taoist shook his head and said: "There is no name here, but within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, there should be only you as a creature, which can be described as a life forbidden zone."

"Hun Yuan turned Hongjun into one gas?"

Vegett moved in his heart and said thoughtfully: "Little Taoist, let me give you a name, how about Hongjun?"

As soon as the voice fell, a large group of heavenly merits flew out of the void, and 70% escaped into the trunk of the golden willow tree, and 30% was instilled into Hongjun's body.

"Is there so many heavenly merits for establishing a name for Hongjun?"

Vegett was stunned, feeling that he could emerge at any time now.

Hongjun was also stunned, feeling the more majestic power in his body, and his eyes flickered: "There is a relationship for the Tao, how about I also give you a name?"

Vegett vaguely touched the trace of fate, and said in a deep voice: "Friends of Taoism, please open Jinkou."

"You are the golden eyebrows and the willows get the way, the avenue is the simplest, the return to the original and the original. Isn't it good to call the eyebrows?" Hongjun smiled sincerely.

The light golden heavenly merits fell again, this time 70% returned to Hongjun, and 30% merged into the golden willow tree.

"Just naming each other, the merits gained surpassed what I gained in Journey to the West, God, are you funny?" Vegett rolled his eyes, feeling inexplicable in his heart. *

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