Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 959

Vegeta finally knew why Hongjun and Yangmei could become Taoist ancestors. As long as this kind of heavenly favor can be maintained, all the basic talents and fate can be thrown aside.

"Friends of Taoism should be able to emerge now, are you willing to travel along the Taikoo Continent with me?" Hongjun's face was full of smiles, sincerely inviting.

Vegett hesitated for a moment, and the huge golden willow tree began to shrink rapidly, and in a short while, it turned into an equally young Taoist priest in the light.

The two walked together, unconsciously walking out of the forbidden zone of life, and came to the continent named Hongmeng.

On this continent, there are thousands of races, the strong come out together, and the Primordial Demon Gods cross the sky and the earth.

However, both Hongjun and Yang Mei are the first generation of destiny masters.

The support given by Heavenly Dao is far more than the support given by later generations to the Tripitaka, all kinds of magic weapons, all kinds of immortal sutras, all kinds of enlightenment... constantly moving closer to them.

In just ten thousand years, they have gradually become the strongest in Hongmeng with the support of heaven.

However, it was at this time that the Heavenly Dao that had been paying for them began to ask for rewards, asking them to sacrifice the entire Hongmeng Continent to help Heavenly Dao advance.

This... is the beginning of the first evolution of Tiandao.

Vegete didn't know how he chose to raise his eyebrows, but although he himself had a black heart and murderous, he couldn't give his life to himself and trust to his friends, so he refused the request of God.

However, for Tiandao, if you don't refuse when giving you benefits, you don't work hard when you want you to give back, which in itself is a great rebellion.

The god thunder descended from the sky, constantly hitting Vegett's body.

For thousands of years, although Vegett's realm has long detached from the saint, he still cannot resist the world-destroying thunder.

He felt the breath of death, and looked up, but saw Hongjun shed blood and tears, with a hideous face, slaughtering the Primordial Demon God like a madman.

"Are you going to die? That shouldn't die here either."

When the body was covered with cracks and blood was constantly flowing, Vegett suddenly missed the days in the restricted zone of life.

That one, lonely, quiet day.

"It's time to go back."

Vegett glanced at the thunder that was like a mountain, and walked towards the road when he came, stepping on every step when he came, and came to the front of the life forbidden zone.

Tiandao seemed to be out of anger, the black clouds and thunders disappeared, and beams of light fell from the nine heavens, piercing the body with raised eyebrows.

The golden willow tree died in front of the penalty area, and Vegeta died in the light.

In a trance, a soft light appeared in front of his eyes, awakening his sleeping spirit.

"This is where?"

His vision gradually became clear, and he found himself sitting on a futon, with a jade bed standing in front of him, and an old man sitting on the jade bed.

"Taozu raise eyebrows, Jiuxiao Palace, preach..."

The memory buried deep in his mind gradually recovered, and Vegeta suddenly felt a little cold on his face, and he reached out and touched it. He didn't know when he had already burst into tears.

"It's a gain." Yang Mei retracted his gaze, and asked indifferently when everyone was sober.

"What is that, dream, my life?" Vegett wiped the tears from his face and asked solemnly.

"That is a world between reality and dream. You raise your eyebrows, but you are not me. What you get is yours, and what you lose is also yours. From beginning to end, you are you." Yang Mei said.

"I don't quite understand what you mean," Vegett frowned.

"To put it simply, I have replayed the environment of the ancient times in my universe. Each of you has lived your life with a raised eyebrow."

"The life mentioned here includes every fork in your life. You have made different choices at different forks, so everyone's ending is different."

"In addition, you have the corresponding insights and experience to whatever realm you have reached in that space. This is the most precious thing." Yang Mei said.

Vegett fell silent. Through his life as a golden willow tree, he did see the holy way. The bottleneck between the quasi-saint and the saint was no longer unbreakable.

This result made him horrified, even a little flustered.

After all, he has not become a quasi-saint for a hundred days, just because he saw the holy way in a sermon, what an exaggeration is this?

On the other hand, what are those great gods who are trapped in the quasi-sage realm and countless Yuanhui?

"The methods of Taoist ancestors are breathtaking, and the results are even more shocking."

Vegett turned his head and glanced at the quasi-sages whose horror had never disappeared, and sighed slightly.

Raising his eyebrows and smiling lightly, he didn't take credit: "My sermon is over, then I will give the time to Amitabha."

As he spoke, his body turned into a stream of light, and an old monk with an ordinary face and ordinary clothes took his place and sat in the middle of the jade bed.

As the founder of Theravada Buddhism, Amitabha's Taoism is true.

However, compared with the horrible raising of eyebrows, the level of preaching seems to have changed from cut-throat spirits to soft tea.

The benefit is sure, but it can no longer shock people...

Including that after he finished speaking, Subhuti, who played the finale, was the same. Even if it could make the sky fall in disorder and the golden lotus rushed to the ground, it would be difficult to reach the height of raising eyebrows.

"Hongjun, you and I have fought countless Yuanhui, it seems that there is no better preaching ability, now it is the right time, you dare to gamble with me?"

After Subhuti finished talking about the avenue, the boring eyebrow raised his eyebrows and decided to do something, spread the sound through the air.

Na Hongjun is not a person who is afraid of things, let alone wronged his self-esteem, and replied loudly, "What is the bet? What is the bet?"

"You and I will choose one from the monks who listen to the Taoism, one Taiyi, one Daluo, one Tianzun, and one quasi-sage for the five-level comparison. Whoever chooses can overwhelm all of the other's fairy gods of the same level. , Is the winner. As for the stakes, how about the five innate treasures?" Raised eyebrows and smiled.

"Then you just wait for the treasure to be offered."

At this moment, the door of Zixiao Palace slowly opened, the sun was shining, Hongjun led tens of thousands of immortals to the center of the two Taoist palaces.

"Arrogant."

Raising his eyebrows with a cold snort, he manifested in the Jiuxiao Palace, and said to Wanxian: "All the immortals listen to the order, let me go to defeat the Dao Sect of Zixiao!"

Vegeter Shishiran stood up from the futon, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes met with raised eyebrows full of deep meaning.

Well, cannibalize people, take short hands.

Having benefited greatly from him, Vegett doesn't mind helping him improve.

As for whether this will save Hongjun's face, regardless of him, Vegett has never thought about having both sides.

Two boats on your feet will kill you.

Following the raised eyebrows, and also came to the middle of the two Taoist palaces, Vegett found that there were a lot of acquaintances in the opposing camp, and the sacredness of a little skill and fame was almost all in it. *

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