Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

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"Let everyone who was killed by the demons...excluding those extremely evil people, be restored to their original living appearance." Wu Tian raised his head and said the content of his wish.

He didn't directly say "resurrection" because he wasn't sure whether everyone could be resurrected normally when there was a lack of corpses or damaged corpses, so he said it was "restoration to the original living state."

At this time, Wu Tian suddenly remembered... When he was a child in his first life, he would lie in front of the TV and watch Dragon Ball on time after school every day. He also naively thought, "I'm so stupid to make a wish. Give me another hundred wishes." 'Can't I just keep making wishes?' That kind of thing. At this moment, the Seven Dragon Balls Shenlong was right in front of him, but he no longer had such thoughts. When he thought about it carefully, it really felt like a lifetime ago.

Well...it is indeed "separated", two lives apart.

"This wish... is very simple..."

With the dark sky as the background, the red light suddenly shone in the eyes of the green dragon. With his deep, deep and deep voice, an invisible and huge power radiated and enveloped the entire earth in an instant, turning into a An invisible hand disrupts the order of cause and effect.

Qian Mingyi and Long Xinchen both stared at the majestic and sacred green dragon with expectant eyes. The light of seven golden dragon balls on the ground connected to the tail end of the dragon in front of them reflected their faces in a flash. flash.

The phoenix groaned softly beside it. It twisted its head and saw that somewhere in the ruins of the Wusenliu building, a hand was grabbed out of the soil, and then there were more people, wearing or wearing shabby clothes. , or white martial arts uniforms with blood stains, appeared out of thin air, lying on the ground in pieces...

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The underworld.

"Don't be crowded, don't be crowded, just line up!" The red-skinned or green-skinned ghost guards politely directed a large group of fireball-shaped souls to maintain order.

"There are quite a lot of souls from the earth these days." A ghost guard by the reincarnation pool looked at the notebook in his hand and sighed out of boredom.

This is a special record book, a partial projection of the one held by Lord Yama. These ghosts were given to them only for their work. They only have the right to view, but not to make any modifications to the record book.

Another red-skinned ghost officer pushed up his glasses, looked at his own record book, glanced at today's soul team in the room, smacked his lips and said: "Who knows, some disaster may happen..." But this It has nothing to do with them. The birth, old age, sickness and death of living people, and all kinds of things, can at most be reduced to a little talk.

But at this moment, a long section of the group of souls queuing up to enter the Samsara Pool in front of them suddenly disappeared in an instant, as if they had left the underworld. At the same moment, the same thing happened in the procession of souls in front of the Palace of Hell and in the procession of souls boarding the plane to go to heaven.

The ghost officers were stunned, their glasses slid down the bridge of their noses, they stared at the long empty soul queue in front of them, and then looked at the records in the notebooks in their hands. Lines of text were disappearing rapidly. They looked at each other in confusion. Understand what's going on.

But... the ghosts and policemen didn't dare to say anything. Because even if something really goes wrong with this kind of thing, there is no room for ghosts like them to talk too much. If they get into trouble and take the blame, they will lose their minds. Who can guarantee that this is not the Lord Yama showing mercy and letting those people come back to life? These ghosts don't dare to speculate on Lord Yama's abilities and behavior.

At this time, Lord Yama was behind the large desk in the Palace of Hell, rubbing his head with a headache, looking through the thick workbook in his hand, rolling his eyes, and seeming to be mumbling something.

King of Kai.

The two thin antennas on the head of the King of the North trembled, and he couldn't help but grinned silently when he saw the bitter face of the King of Hell in the Palace of Hell in the Underworld. The Dragon Balls... are really incredible things that can disrupt the order of Yin and Yang.

‘Why do the Namekians…have this mysterious power that can produce Dragon Balls? Is there any connection with what the Great Kaio-sama said... that great disaster countless years ago...'

The King of the North Kaikai pushed up his small round sunglasses and thought lightly in his heart. He recalled the scene many years ago when the ancient Namekians first made the Dragon Balls to summon Shenron to make a wish. The ruler of the Eastern Universe where he was located, East Kaio, found the Great Kaio with a depressed face and complained.

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"Senior Brother!!" Qian Mingyi was so excited that he was trembling. He looked at the group of people standing up from the ground not far away, each at a loss. Those familiar faces... they were really resurrected! Qian Mingyi burst into tears and rushed over.

"What is that?" Among the resurrected Wuxianliu disciples, someone pointed at the Shenlong Jingya not far away.

"Xiaoyi?!" A group of Wu Xianliu disciples supported Qian Mingyi who rushed over. Their expressions were very puzzled, but they were also infected by him and their eyes were red. "I remember that we have been killed... Why... here Is it the underworld?”

Shaking his head and looking around, although most of them were in ruins,...

"No, this is our Wusenryu!"

"But... the Great Demon King Piccolo is not..."

"It's the Patriarch! The Patriarch is back!" Qian Mingyi stood up and rolled his sleeves on his face carelessly. His face was wiped with tears and snot, but he still smiled happily, "He took action and wiped out everything. All the demons, including the Great Demon King Piccolo, were eliminated! We also found the legendary Dragon Balls sent to the world by the gods, and summoned the dragon to resurrect all the dead!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed back, pointing at the majestic and huge dragon in mid-air not far away. Not far away, the floating turquoise dragon's invisible power seemed to be right in front of us, giving it a sense of oppression.

"Patriarch? Shenlong?" Everyone was stunned. Everyone present had only heard of their Martial Arts Patriarch, but had never seen a real person. At most, they had seen the portrait of Wu Tian made by Aragorn.

Qian Mingyi led everyone over, and Wu Tian also turned around, revealing the appearance of a middle-aged man, which was also the appearance that all Wusenliu disciples had seen in portraits.

"It's really the Patriarch!" The Wuxianliu disciples were excited and saluted one after another.

Wu Tian sighed: "You have suffered..."

"Your wish has been fulfilled...then...goodbye..." Shenlong's majestic and powerful voice sounded above the head, and then a brighter golden light erupted behind him, and the sound of lifting into the sky -

Wu Tian turned his head diagonally behind him. When the golden light group surrounding the seven dragon balls rose to the top, he disappeared from the place. In the next moment, he had reached the side of the seven dragon balls in mid-air.

The seven dragon balls are arranged in a circle in the light group, spinning, ready to go.

Wu Tian's face was calm, and he opened his hand to explore. A white qigong enveloped the golden light surrounding the seven dragon beads. Then the white qigong was hit by seven outward impact forces... But this force was too slight for Wu Tian. Not worth mentioning.

The white qigong dissipated and the seven dragon beads turned into seven white stones.

And the sky... had already driven away all the darkness in this process and became brighter. Blue sky and white clouds, distant and peaceful.

Wu Tian floated down from mid-air and landed in front of a group of Wu Xianliu disciples. Seven white stones rotated and floated quietly beside him. In the process of falling, he was already reciting a spell. At this moment, with a thought, the power of magic was activated. A pile of gravel floated on the ground and turned into a small wooden box. Seven white stones flew into the small wooden box on their own.

Seeing this small wooden box, one of the Wuxianliu disciples suddenly remembered something and shouted out loud: "Grandmaster..." He frowned and ran back hurriedly towards the pile of ruins, but felt a wave of An invisible force chased him from behind and pulled him back.

"I have seen what you are protecting." When he turned around, he saw the ancestor Wu Tian sighing softly and nodded towards him.

This naturally refers to the small wooden box that Wu Tian found under the disciple whose back was penetrated... and the legacy letter inside. That is the legacy letter left by his current only direct disciple Aragorn and his daughter Wu Xiaowei.

"It's good to see the Patriarch..." The disciple breathed a sigh of relief with a low voice. This was the last thing that the Master and his wife left to the Patriarch. If an accident happened, he would be in trouble for the rest of his life.

Pressing the two letters in his arms, Wu Tian glanced at the ruins of the Musen-ryu Gym and said slowly: "It's better... to clean up the house first."

After saying that, the incantation was recited, and a huge force of magic flowed out. Under the extremely astonished eyes of everyone, the rubble ruins and the broken walls actually started to move on their own. They began to piece together and form one by one, and finally restored to form. Houses after houses, courtyards, gates, stone steps... In just a moment, most of the scene of Wu Xianliu's former gymnasium has been restored.

These methods are simply beyond common sense and are the work of gods.

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It's night, as cold as water.

The cold moonlight is like mist and dream, covering the earth like a veil.

This is the second dark night today. Different from the panic and doubts when the first dark night fell, this time... dead relatives, friends, and lovers are resurrected one after another, with endless gratitude, or staying up all night to revel in excitement, Or happily embracing each other and falling asleep.

The disciples of Wusenryu went to the nearest Sayuan City together during the day and brought back a lot of wine and meat. Naturally, the people in Sayuan City have been resurrected. Although the city is in a mess, everyone is smiling. On this day There is no businessman, as long as you ask for something, you will definitely get something. If there is wine, meat and vegetables at home, if others need it, they will share it generously.

This situation is even more obvious when the disciples of Wusenryu enter the city. Many people even rushed to take out their own goodies and stuff them into the arms of the disciples wearing white martial arts uniforms.

People in other places have been resurrected, and perhaps the surviving people will hear about Wu Xianren and be grateful. Dansa Yuan City's people have grown up hearing the legend of the Martial Senryu Patriarch from generation to generation. Many people firmly believe that besides the disciples of the great master of martial arts, who else can save the world from the hands of demons?

After getting drunk and crying in celebration, the Wusenryu disciples finally dispersed and went to rest.

Under the stars and moon, Wu Tian carried a pot of wine and walked alone to the broken mountain behind Wuxianliu Mountain.

'Dad, are you okay...'

Sitting casually on the uneven stone ground, Wu Tian tilted his neck and took a sip of wine. The spicy liquid flowed down his throat, but it did not bring him any hint of drunkenness. For his current body, no matter how strong the alcohol was, it would only have a slight stimulation.

Wu Tian's throat trembled, he pursed his lips, spread out a paper letter in his hand, lowered his head and read it again.

'...After all these years, Aragorn and I, as well as the disciples of the Wusen style, have lived very well...it is a pity that we have not given birth to a child...'

'...By the way, I can no longer sit on the Somersault Cloud. Haha, that idiot Aragorn has never been able to sit on it... You once said that only people with pure hearts can sit on the Somersault Cloud. Dad, you Is it because this person is older and has more troubles? ...It's been a long time since I called Somersault Cloud down. I'm afraid I'll think of you, daddy... Are you okay? Where are you, daddy? …’

'... I know, dad doesn't want this either. Immortality may not be such a happy thing... How can a white-haired person give a black-haired person a happy thing... Dad, we are all leaving, leaving you here Do you feel lonely when you are alone in this world...'

When Wu Xiaowei wrote this, she was already gray-haired, thinking about her father who was far away in the world. How did she feel in her heart? He was probably already in tears and could not stop crying——

'...Dad, my daughter is unfilial and cannot accompany you...'

Wu Tian was on Broken Mountain, facing the moonlight, drinking alone, and read the letter word for word.

After a long time, he stood up and loosened his hands. The two letters floated away in the breeze and danced in the moonlight. Wu Tian took the last sip of wine and put the flask away. He moved forward and punched, moving his body as if he was back at Tai Dou Mountain. At that time, he would practice martial arts on the edge of the cliff facing the morning light every morning. Sometimes, Wu Xiaowei, who was like a crazy girl, would sit on the somersault cloud to cause trouble. His wife Wu Fangfang was waiting for them at home in a thatched cottage in the mountains, making breakfast.

On the Broken Mountain, a figure kept moving under the cold moonlight. The silhouette looked so lonely on the empty Broken Mountain platform.

Thumping...

A flying shadow came from the sky, blocking the moonlight, and cast a faint shadow on Wu Tian. He raised his head and saw the phoenix slowly flying down in the misty moonlight, folding its wings obediently, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net huddled on his shoulder.

Wu Tian was startled. He remembered...many years ago, the first generation of birds with colorful feathers flew from the horizon and landed next to him just like this time.

Like a reincarnation.

It’s just that the past is like smoke, and hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Things are still the same, but people are not.

Broken Mountain is still the same Broken Mountain as before, but the people who were here are gone. The Phoenix is ​​no longer the colorful-feathered bird he once was, and he is no longer the same person he was then.

In the silent night, a cloud flew down from the depths of the starry sky, and the figure slowly floated down on it. He lay on the cloud with his arms folded, looking up at the starry night sky, closing his eyes, and seemed to fall asleep.

The bird spread its wings lightly, and its low humming sound echoed around the open space. It hovered around the clouds for a while, and finally landed gently on the clouds, and its wings covered the man lying on the clouds. On my body... (To be continued.)

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