Traveling through the Black Dragon Ball

When Bidili learned that the uncle was coming, her confidence immediately increased. The rhythm of the battle was in her hands. The three of them were a little bit overwhelmed. The feeling of being beaten continuously was not pleasant.

One person was knocked away, and suddenly he was stunned. He covered his burning wound and said doubtfully: "No. 3 is dead."

The other two people were also shocked when they heard this, and were immediately kicked away by Bidili with a spin. Bidili was also stunned, and then realized that they had stopped attacking. The three of them were injured all over their bodies, but they ignored them. He looked around confusedly.

"No. 6, No. 3 seems to have lost his breath."

No. 6 rubbed his bruised chin, "Then I won't fight."

"I won't fight anymore."

"Why should we listen to No. 3?"

"He's dead anyway."

In an instant, there were three bursts of air, and the three of them flew away into the distance. However, No. 7, who was left behind, was a little dumbfounded. Fighting was like instinct to him. As for why he was fighting, he didn't understand at all. At this time The companion left as soon as he said so, leaving him inexplicably staying where he was. Soon he realized what he was doing, turned around and chased after the three people.

Bidili, An Ning, and Ruoning looked at each other. They were fighting to the death just now, but in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared inexplicably. They couldn't help but sigh, these clones are really unpredictable.

In the sea of ​​clouds, there is an island floating in the sky, like a fairyland.

A lean, green-skinned old man stood at the edge of the Temple of Heaven. He held a cane in one hand and put his other hand behind his back. He stood upright, his eyes closed, and a large coat with the word "god" on his chest was swaying in the wind.

Looking at the wrinkled old man, the dark-skinned servant dressed in Indian clothes looked worried and said, "God, please take a rest."

The god opened his eyes and smiled comfortingly: "Bobo, I'm in good health, but I always have an ominous feeling. Hey, maybe it's my fault that the earth is what it is now."

"This is mankind's own choice, and the gods don't have to worry about it." Mullin persuaded from the side.

The young Namek boy opened his eyes and said solemnly: "Every day I see humans killing each other for profit, the environment being ruthlessly destroyed, and countless types of life being destroyed in mourning." He stretched out his right hand and raised it to In the air, it seemed to touch something.

The god asked curiously: "Dandy, what do you feel?"

The young man raised his head, looked at the blue sky, shook his head, and continued uncertainly: "There is a kind of power that covers the entire planet, like an invisible net, constantly squeezing the power of the entire planet, and Bit by bit they come together.”

The god sighed: "That is the earth's divine power network. The natural laws of the entire planet have been broken. They abuse their divine power to balance the natural backlash. Sooner or later, they will attract the intervention of the gods from the upper world. By then, it will be too late for them to regret. .”

Mullin was not interested in the future of the earth. He smiled with a kind expression, gently touched Dandy's bald head, and said slowly: "Dandy, have you thought about it? You really don't want me to go back there." Mekxing?”

Dandy looked reluctant, but soon his eyes showed determination.

"Elder Mullin, I want to stay and ask God to teach me. I want to be able to help the lives of this planet one day, alleviate their pain, and increase their happiness. Maybe in this way my life will have meaning."

The two old men looked at each other and smiled happily.

Suddenly the god frowned, and Bobo seemed to feel something. He hurriedly looked at the sea of ​​clouds below. He said in surprise: "It's so strange, Lord god, I feel an extremely evil aura. This aura seems to be..." He paused. , as if he was about to speak but hesitated.

Both Celestial God and Dandy closed their eyes and carefully sensed the changes in the lower realm. Although the distance was far away, the destructive energy transmitted still made the Celestial Temple shake slightly.

The god breathed a sigh of relief: "Bobo, that's not Piccolo. I'd better go down to the next world and have a look. After all, I'm still the god of this planet."

Bobo's head shook like a rattle, and his big dark hands hurriedly stopped the god. He said anxiously: "God, that kind of power is too terrifying. Please don't take risks."

At this time, Dandy said softly: "God, Mr. Bobo, Elder Mullin, I also want to go down and have a look. It's really strange. That person is not Mr. Piccolo, but he has the aura of a Namekian."

Mullin did not have such a keen sense of perception. He said doubtfully: "Are there other Namekians on this planet?"

The god shook his head and ordered: "Bobo, take care of Elder Mullin, Dandy, relax your body, I will take you down."

Although Bobo was worried, he could not refute the god's order, so he could only nod his head and watch the old man and the young man disappear before his eyes.

At the same time, deep in the snow-covered Northland, on a sparsely populated ice field, a figure in a white cloak sat cross-legged in the air. His angular green face slowly lifted up, revealing a pair of eyes that shone with divine light. The corners of his mouth He raised his head slightly and said to himself with a contemptuous expression: "Humph, you are so bold, you dare to disturb this uncle's sleep." Suddenly, as if all the light from heaven and earth fell on his body, everything around him seemed to become dim, and large swaths of ice fields It broke, and countless broken ice crystals floated up, filling the space between heaven and earth.

There was a loud "boom", and the green figure cut through the waves like an aircraft carrier. The entire ice sheet was blown up by the aroused air current, and even the fresh frozen soil that had not seen the light of day for thousands of years was flying all over the sky.

In Spore Mountain, in a beautiful villa, Qiqi was cleaning the courtyard, because Sun Wukong and his son received a generous allowance from the Black Silk Army, which temporarily eased the tight life of this family of three. The expanded house also cost Qiqi Qi spends a lot of time cleaning, but this makes her very happy, especially in the past few months, Sun Wukong and his son can stay at home with peace of mind. Of course, she also knows that this good time is coming to an end. , because Sun Wuhan's vacation is almost over, and Sun Wukong is already impatiently looking forward to leaving.

Qiqi looked at Sun Wukong who was standing on one hand and doing push-ups, and sighed softly. She knew that it was impossible to stop him. This should be the limit of what Wukong could endure.

Sun Wuhan came back to his senses from meditation, stood up and trotted to Qiqi, smiling and saying: "Mom, let me do it, you go and take a rest."

Qiqi smiled happily, "Gohan, have you finished your homework?"

"Well, everything the teacher arranged has been done."

"That's good." Qiqi handed the broom to Gohan and left slowly. She put on her apron again, apparently ready to cook.

Sun Wuhan looked at his mother's back, feeling sad in his heart.

Originally reminded by her son, Qiqi started to learn to dress up, but she didn't expect that Sun Wukong would laugh at her as soon as they met, causing Qiqi to fall out on the spot. At this time, she was back to the past, with a bump on her head like a grenade. A typical housewife image.

"Nineteen thousand eight hundred and twenty-three, nineteen thousand eight hundred and twenty-four, hey" Sun Wukong flicked his fingers, his body rotated and landed firmly, and he looked into the distance in confusion.

"What's going on over there, dad?" Gohan also sensed something unusual.

"Let's go take a look, Gohan."

"But it's too far over there. Mom is already cooking."

"Then you stay, I'm going." Without waiting for his son to respond, there was a loud bang, and the air flow swept up, and immediately blew the broken pieces outside the house to pieces. Sun Wuhan looked at the mess all over the ground. His brows were furrowed, but fortunately the dust had been blown away. He seemed to get some comfort from thinking this way, but a hysterical roar came as expected: "Sun Wukong"