Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

Is this still the young man who was stepped on by him back then?

In just a hundred years, he has become so terrifying? My own strength to him was actually much weaker than what the original Wu Taidou was to me!

In front of him back then, Wu Taidou still had some room to fight back.

And now what about myself...

Big Demon King Piccolo's entire body was held by the giant white hand, and he was held up in the air unable to move. The power of this giant palm increased little by little, slowly compressing his body. The strong pressure pressed inward, causing his bones to shatter one by one and his muscles to break. This is also because the Namekians do not have as fragile internal organs as the people on Earth, otherwise the internal organs would have been squeezed out long ago.

He tried desperately to struggle and resist, but to no avail, so he began to beg for mercy: "Please, spare my life..." He looked at Wu Tian, ​​a middle-aged man with gray hair on the ground, with a miserable look on his face.

"Spare your life?"

Wu Tian said softly. He looked at the Big Devil Piccolo held in his hand, his eyes showed the shape of rippled magatama - the ability to imitate qi, for the time being, is just a special pupil technique of the divine jade eyes - he aimed at the air with one palm, maintaining the "capture" ability. "Dragon Claw" Qigong, he repeated these words, as if he was chewing and considering them carefully.

Seeing that Wu Tian seemed to be hesitant, Big Demon King Piccolo hurriedly said: "You know, I and the gods in the sky are one. If I die, the gods will die too! But how can the gods die?"

Actually...this is just his guess.

For more than a hundred years, he was sealed in a rice cooker and had nothing to do. Apart from cursing and resenting Wu Taidou and Wu Tian master and apprentice every day, he would also think about some things.

For example... why is it that while I am causing trouble in the human world, my half, as a god, does not kill me?

In other words, when he separated himself in the temple, he got rid of himself.

My own strength... is still slightly inferior to that of the half-length one.

"Ancestor! We can't keep him!"

Seeing that Wu Tian seemed to be really "hesitating", the Wu Xianliu disciple behind him was also excited and knelt down behind Wu Tian with a "pop" sound. He looked at the Piccolo Demon King who couldn't struggle in the air, feeling both hatred and pleasure. , shouted loudly: "This is the devil who brought the demon just now and killed all our martial immortals. How can we spare him? Patriarch, we must not spare him!"

The disciples of the Musen-ryu shouted at the Great Demon King Piccolo: "You evil devil, you destroyed the sect established by my ancestor, killed so many of our disciples of the Musen-ryu, and now you actually want to beg for mercy? You are simply wishful thinking! Grandmaster, he is an old man How could I spare you?"

Kill Piccolo?

Wu Tian narrowed his eyes.

For a moment, he thought a lot.

The first thing that comes to mind is Sun Wukong.

This is the disciple he identified a hundred years ago.

There is no doubt that just before, when the Cat Immortal asked him how to deal with the Big Demon King Piccolo on the Kailin Tower, his answer was that he would not kill him... The reason for this was naturally for the sake of his future disciple Sun Wukong.

Then, he thought about Frieza.

Eight years ago, he had a slight possibility that before Frieza completely transformed, he could use the forty-fold power of his eyes to increase his power by 1.5 million, which could reach half of Frieza's total power. Ten million, coupled with the tactics of "Ki Yuan Slash" and "Teleportation", there is a slight possibility of killing Frieza.

He didn't do that.

The pride of a martial artist makes him unwilling to use this opportunistic way to win. This is one aspect.

But it is also undeniable that on the other hand, as a time traveler who originally liked the story of Dragon Ball, he did have some selfish intentions in his heart: he wanted to keep Frieza until two hundred years later. Let Super Saiyan Son Goku handle it.

Therefore, similarly, he always thought that he should keep the Big Devil Piccolo.

Yes.

"Before".

Big Demon King Piccolo's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the middle-aged man Wu Tian on the ground. His heart trembled, and he felt something bad.

A cold light gradually grew in Wu Tian's divine jade eyes. He looked at the Big Demon King Piccolo who was being pinched by a giant white Qigong hand in the air, and slowly clenched the raised palm——

"I...must keep you?"

He whispered to himself.

"If I still keep you at this time...do I want to force the original plot?"

Creak, creak...

The pressure in the giant qigong palm became stronger, and Piccolo felt that his legs had been crushed into a ball of flesh. He was frightened and speechless. The cold aura and murderous aura enveloped him. He understood that he was destined to die today.

"If you die, Sun Wukong will not be able to grow?"

"Is it possible that at that time, for the sake of the so-called plot, I had to let Krillin die in front of Sun Wukong?"

"Isn't this... ridiculous?"

It was as if some kind of mental barrier had been overcome.

Wu Tian gently brushed away the cobwebs covering his heart. His pair of mysterious jade eyes, which looked a bit monstrous, stared closely at the fearful and desperate eyes of the Great Demon King Piccolo.

The Phoenix stretched its wings and flew from Wu Tian's body.

…

Temple.

Piccolo, the god of heaven, was looking down from the edge, watching the battle between Lightfoot and the red and black demon kings.

"No, Master Guangzhidao is concerned about the remaining humans in the city and cannot completely let go. On the contrary, those two demons have nothing to worry about..."

Piccolo, the god of heaven, looked at the location of the capital of the earth below. The bare feet and two shadows, one black and one red, were fighting madly. The battle scene was thrilling. With his power, he could only see roughly. The more he looked at it, the more heart-wrenching he became. .

Suddenly, my heart really "tugged".

He was stunned for a moment and reacted suddenly.

"The aura of Demon King Piccolo...is weakening? Someone is killing him!"

The god turned his gaze hurriedly. After all, his own life was at stake. At this time, he had just escaped from the shocking battle on the other side, so of course he was a little lost. Feeling that the aura of the Great Demon King Piccolo was getting weaker and weaker, the God Piccolo strode to the other side, frowned, and murmured: "It is indeed Wu Tian. In the world of martial arts at this time, UU reading www .uukanshu.net Only he has the ability to subdue Demon King Piccolo..."

"But, what kind of qigong technique does he use?"

God Piccolo noticed the huge qigong claw holding the Great Demon King Piccolo, and was shocked in his heart. This incredible qigong control ability is really unbelievable to a certain extent.

"Why does his appearance... seem to have changed a little?"

His heart was complicated for a while, and God Piccolo finally sighed: "What should come will eventually come... This is also a sin that has been owed a long time ago." He closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

"But if you, the god, die following Piccolo, the Dragon Balls will also disappear. Then how can you make a wish to resurrect everyone killed by the demons?" Mr. Bobo said behind the god Piccolo.

God Piccolo opened his eyes suddenly.

…

An impulse suddenly arose in the chest and abdomen of Big Demon King Piccolo, as if... something was about to gush out. (To be continued.):