Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

Namek is a land of eternal day and night, and Nailu and other Namek planets are naturally aware of this.

At this time, the sky suddenly turned dark, and they naturally knew why.

Nailu exclaimed: "It's the Dragon Ball! The dragon has been summoned after all!"

Wu Tian shook his head helplessly. Sun Wukong is still the same Sun Wukong. No matter how great his influence is, it will not change Sun Wukong's nature as a Saiyan martial artist. He will always want to fight with stronger opponents. Everyone wants to become stronger, not for anything else, but simply to enjoy the challenge and the process of becoming stronger.

What's more, Sun Wukong knows very well that even if the opponent uses the power of Shenlong to become stronger, Sun Wukong will be unable to resist, there will always be his master Wu Tian as the last barrier. Even if he is willful once, he will not bring real disaster to Namek.

The great elder gasped slightly.

Wu Tian frowned slightly and asked with concern: "Great Elder, are you okay?"

The great elder chuckled: "Nothing, nothing, just..."

***

Namek, elsewhere.

The spacecraft landing point.

A shadow flew from far away at great speed.

The space warriors who stayed behind the spacecraft looked up, and someone spotted Piccolo approaching, "Who is that person?"

"Namekian, right?"

"Hey, Namekians? Are you looking for death?"

The white robe and cloak that was as heavy as a mountain and the white scarf on his head had been thrown away by Piccolo. With a fierce murderous intention, he faced the cosmonauts of the Kurdish king below. .

"Namek is crying, you bastards, do you hear that?" He whispered, then indifferently, dived towards the people below.

boom! boom! boom! …

Fire and explosions erupted in an instant.

Piccolo's heart was filled with rage and murderous intent. The moves in his hands were also extremely powerful. Each move was filled with anger and showed no mercy.

Wuxianquan!

Ten times twenty times!

Let it go!

Flying all the way, wherever I saw, I don’t know how many of my fellow racers were killed, exterminated, and destroyed by the Kurd King and his party... The despair of the fellow racemen on Namek was gradually replaced by the screams of these cosmic beings in my ears. Ke has no mercy in his heart.

Over the years, with the deepening of martial arts cultivation, the traces imposed on him by the previous generation of old Piccolo have gradually faded away, and now only Piccolo is left as a pure martial arts master. But at this time, Piccolo suddenly recalled that there was a time when he also wanted to be a big devil.

Boom!

It suddenly became dark——

"What is Sun Wukong doing?!" Piccolo's eyes were as cold as lightning, and he looked in the direction where Sun Wukong's breath was. There seemed to be a golden light shining in the dark sky.

***

"Qiyuan Slash! Qiyuan Slash! Qiyuan Slash!..."

Klin kept waving one hand with each other, throwing out extremely thin circular Qigong light wheels. The light wheels were like round blades, cutting and rotating at extremely fast speeds. This was created by his master from the Thunder Qigong of Ten Thousand Kingdoms Shocking Palm. It is similar to martial arts, using stormy qigong to perform cutting and tearing changes, and using exquisite qigong control to control the violent power and balance it in a wonderful shape.

But for this reason, this attack has many flaws. The biggest disadvantage is that you need to be careful when throwing it, because the violent power of Qiyuan Slash can easily get out of control. Once out of control, this move will be useless, but to maintain it, The trajectory when thrown with this move will be slower.

But fortunately, these opponents are not taken seriously by Klin at the moment, otherwise he would not use this move directly against the enemy.

Sure enough, each of his opponents was slashed by Klin's Qi Yuan Slash, their flesh and blood separated.

"Where to go!" Tianjin Fan shouted angrily, holding a claw with one hand and aiming it at the few cosmic people who fled in panic. The extremely pure Qigong power was brewing in the space between the inner edges of his single claw. In just a moment, , his Qigong has been improved to a terrifying level.

Klin showed a look of astonishment and praised: "Tianjin Fan, your qigong cannon under the Wuhexian Fist is getting more and more amazing!"

boom!

Tianjin Fan fired the qigong cannon with one hand, and a golden beam of light shot out in a cone shape from the range he held with one claw, drowning the cosmonauts who looked desperate. Phew, Tianjin Fan put down his hand, but it was getting dark at this time.

Dumpling asked in confusion and surprise: "Did the dragon come out? It's strange. I didn't expect that the Kurdish king would have a chance to summon the dragon in this situation?"

Klin was also surprised. After briefly sensing it, he quickly guessed what was going on. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he muttered helplessly: "It must be Wukong!"

Tianjin Fan shook his head and said: "The gap with Sun Wukong is getting bigger and bigger...The Kurdish King is not as powerful as Frieza, but it is not something we can compete with. However, Sun Wukong still thinks that he is too weak? "

***

"What a huge dragon!" Sun Wukong exclaimed, looking up at the summoned Namekian dragon Bolunga.

No. 18 was a little angry. This Sun Wukong was too willful. Although she didn't take the Kurdish king's bragging seriously, but the enemy's stubborn words of resistance should also be taken seriously by Sun Wukong? If there was an accident, how could this boy be worthy of his master?

The Kurdish King was ecstatic, the Saiyan Monkey was the Saiyan Monkey, he was a fool! How stupid! He actually summoned a dragon for his enemy?

No wonder that idiot Frieza was able to play with this clan at the palm of his hand!

What kind of fighting nation is this? The nation of fools is the right one!

His mouth trembled, he flew higher, opened his arms, widened his eyes, and couldn't wait to roar to Polunga: "O Shenlong! Let me recover from my injuries quickly!!"

Sun Wukong also raised his head, showing a look of expectation, thinking secretly in his heart: If this Kurdish king is really as strong as he said, Kakarot, with such an opponent, can you still bear not to show up? Without you messing with me, I still can't get used to it these past few years!

No. 18 sulked secretly, put his pockets in his pockets and looked up with an unhappy expression.

However, Polunga had no reaction when faced with the Kurdish king's roar: "..."

***

In other villages, the surviving Namekians looked up at the dark sky. This was a rare night scene on Namek. Their faces were full of sadness or anger.

"That evil guy still summoned the dragon!!"

"Who is that aura around him?"

"With such a huge power, extremely peaceful and full of awe-inspiring justice, who will it harm?"

"So what if Porunga is summoned? If he doesn't know Namekian, Porunga won't realize his wish!!"

"If he didn't know Namekian, how did he summon Polunga?"

"this……"

***

Nailu had the same idea. He thought calmly that although the earthling named Wutian told Sun Wukong the Namek language to summon Polunga, as long as Sun Wukong, No. 18 and the Kurdish King did not understand it, If you use the US Kexing language, your wish will not come true.

Wu Tian also glanced in the distance and was about to speak.

However, the great elder silently contacted Polunga in his heart——

[O Polunga, let’s fulfill the wish of this cosmic being. 】

[Yes, yes, but is this really good? Great Elder, I can feel this person's power. If all is restored, this Super Saiyan named Son Goku may not be his opponent. 】

[Haha... isn't Wu Tian still here? 】

【This is true. This Wutian, I felt an incredible potential from his bloodline back then. It was not a potential on the level of life energy, but a higher level of almost divine potential...]

[He has now become a being close to the true god, isn’t he...]

[This universe cannot give birth to a truly perfect and perfect God. You revived the memories of your ancient ancestors in the desperate situation. Isn’t this clear to you? The Namek once had a fate with Lord Cavishil, so in the end they carried a bit of his will. Only then could they use the remaining fragments of the law of cause and effect in the universe to create the Dragon Ball that represents the hope of the universe... But since the universe collapsed After that, for who knows how many billions of years, there were only six people who were as close to the true gods as possible... It is these six people, even if there is a lack of true gods, they should be as eternal as the universe, but it is not for no reason. Disappeared? 】

[But I always feel that Wu Tian is different. 】

[Even if he had the chance to make friends with the God of Destruction at his last moment, it would be nothing. You have to know, the person next to the God of Destruction...]

[Okay, Polunga, don’t mention this anymore, let’s fulfill this person’s wish. 】

【……I see. 】

In fact, with the power of the divine dragon Polunga, how could there still be a language barrier? Of course he understood what the Kurdish King said, but the reason why he ignored the wishes outside the Namekian language was just the rules set when the Namekian Dragon Ball was made. But since the great elders have entrusted him, he doesn't care.

What's more, with his height, he can naturally understand that no matter how strong this guy named King Kurd is, he can't be the opponent of Wu Tian.

Not to mention this Kurdish king, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Even if he were ten times stronger, he would never be able to defeat Wu Tian who stood on the threshold of the true god.

Even if it is difficult to become the perfect true god, a tyrannical demigod like Wu Tian cannot resist something inferior to a sub-god like the Kurd King.

***

No. 18 was puzzled and raised his head and asked: "Hey, Sun Wukong, what's going on? Has your wish come true?"

Sun Wukong also scratched his head, "Has it been realized? I don't know. I have seen the dragon of the earth..." He looked at the Kurdish King and found that the other party was also confused. He looked at his body, as if he was trying something, and the result was that he was in pain. His expression was ferocious.

The Kurdish King roared angrily: "Are you kidding me? I also believe that you really have the backbone of a Saiyan and are willing to fulfill my wish and have a fair fight with this king——"

The loud voice of Polunga above the three of them resounded through the night sky: "This wish is very simple..."

Buzz~~~

An invisible great force descended on the body of the Kurdish King.