Dragon Ball Wutian Grandmaster

The scarlet red bird is soaring in the air, supported by Wu Tian's strong skills, the flying speed of the phoenix is ​​unimaginably fast, and it can reach thousands of mountains and rivers with one flap of its wings.

The wind whizzed past his ears, and in the vast clouds and mist in the sky, Wu Tian saw the face of Sayuan City below.

Blood and fire are burning.

A demon race came and slaughtered the humans in Sayuan City, destroying everything.The entire city has been reduced to a pile of ruins, most of the buildings have been destroyed, and the streets have collapsed.There are round and radial deep pits all over the inside and outside of Sayuan City. From a high altitude, they look like rags that have been shot by bullets.

In the position of Sayuan City, it is almost impossible to feel the breath of any living person.

With a blank expression on his face, Wu Tian patted Phoenix on the back.He turned over and jumped up, boom, white qigong flames burst out from his body, wrapped around his body, bang, his whole body turned into a white streamer, and flew towards the martial arts gymnasium outside the city.

The phoenix chirped loudly, flapped its broad wings, and rushed down the clouds to follow.There was a sad meaning in this cry, it seemed to be connected with Wu Tian's heart, and he could understand the heavy heart in Wu Tian's heart at the moment.

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Wu Tian landed in front of the Wuxian Liudao Pavilion at the foot of Duanshan Mountain.

Or... in front of the ruins.

Even the mountain gate, there are only two half-remnant stone pillars left, and the buildings behind have collapsed, turning into piles of rubble, with ruins everywhere.

Wu Tian's face was tense, and he didn't stop. As soon as he took a step, the figure had already arrived in the ruins of the gymnasium.If you want to feel even a faint breath, you can't find it... I don't know if those disciples dispersed or were killed.

"Pick..." Anger welled up in Wu Tian's heart.

There are only a few hundred demon warriors.

How big is the world.

Sayuan City is just a small city on the land of the world, and it has only been half a day since the demons came to the world. In this short period of time, this place has turned into a pile of ruins?It just happened to be his Wutian's hometown, which was completely destroyed?

Undoubtedly, only the Great Demon King Piccolo, who must be the one who hated him deeply, brought one of the Demon Warriors to search for him from Taidou Mountain—the founder of the Martial Immortal School is Da Grandmaster Wu Taidou's eldest disciple, this point was one of the propaganda points of Wuxianliu back then, and the people who have heard of Wuxianliu within ten or hundreds of miles all know this.

Piccolo knows the details of Wu Taidou, and it is not difficult to find Wu Xianliu in Sayuancheng by groping.

There was an "ang" cry from the sky, and a fiery red ball fell from the sky and landed on the ruins. It was the phoenix that was chasing after it.Its ancestors used to live here. At this time, it turned its head and glanced left and right, and could vaguely see mutilated corpses lying in the ruins, and the blood stains had turned into sticky stains. One can imagine how tragic it was before. A scene.

The bird was already psychic, and sadness appeared in its pair of bright eyes, and it couldn't stop humming softly.

Wu Tian was silent, and with a thought, his perception spread out, sweeping tens of thousands of miles in an instant... Immediately, the aura of the Great Demon King Piccolo that disgusted Wu Tian appeared, more than 300 miles to the east In the direction of him, beside him, there was indeed another evil and cold aura, with an intensity of about [-], it was a demon warrior.

"The Great Demon King?" Wu Tian sneered.

He could imagine how Piccolo, whose combat power was only three hundred, begged for mercy in order to beg for his life in front of such demon warriors and survive.In the face of the gap in power, Piccolo, the negative aggregate of gods, will not care about a little bit of so-called dignity, just like when he finds that he can't beat the opponent in a duel with Monkey King, he uses Tianjin rice Threatening his life, it was like disabling Monkey King's arms and legs.

You can lose your belief in martial arts, let alone a little bit of self-esteem?

It is impossible to switch to the later Piccolo, the so-called "Magic Second Generation".

Wu Tian waved to the phoenix, he lifted the phoenix's body with his spiritual force, moved it over, and landed on his shoulder.Just about to use teleportation to rush to the place where Piccolo is, Wu Tian suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eye: "Huh?"

Beside a broken wall, Wu Tian found something.

While walking over, the pile of rubble that buried the broken wall had already been urged by Wu Tian's spiritual power, and it was automatically suspended, and fell to the open space beside it with a "clap, clap, clap".

Under the broken wall was a man covered in blood and with a big hole in his back.

Wu Tian's eyelids trembled, although this person's clothes were already torn and stained, how could he not recognize that this was the martial arts uniform of Wu Xianliu?The man's body was curled up in a ball at the base of the broken wall. Wu Tian walked over and wanted to turn his body over, but he didn't turn it over for a while. Only then did he notice that this disciple of the Martial Immortal School was clasping his hands tightly on the base of the wall. Inserted on the ground, it seems to be protecting something.

Gently closing his eyes, Wu Tian's water-like thought power gushed out, flowing to the corpse's hands sunken deep in the ground and inside the wall.

Click, click...

The walls and the ground around the corpse's hands were cracked, cut open by Wu Tian's thought power like water and a knife.

Two stones were hung on the disciple's hands and ten fingers. Wu Tian turned his body over and saw his eyes that had not been closed until death.The phoenix wailed lowly on Wu Tian's shoulder. Wu Tian was expressionless. After a while, he saw a line of tiny bloody writing on the ground under the original body of the disciple:

"The demons attack the martial arts disciples desperately protect the master and leave the belongings of the ancestors to escape. Looking forward to the return of the ancestors, you can see this article. Hope the return of the ancestors, you can see this article. Hope the return of the ancestors, you can see this article. The unscrupulous disciples leave"

The handwriting was sunk deep into the stone slab, stained with blood, and some places were already blurred.

Wu Tian stared at this line of writing for a while, and finally sighed. He stretched out his hands to cover the disciple's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me...to bring you back to life." With one hand, the disciple's eyes had already closed .

Kacha, a square crack the size of a human body opened on the ground beside it, and a long cubic stone was suspended from the ground under the control of Wu Tian's thought power, leaving a deep rectangular pit on the ground.

The boulder was suspended, and Wu Tian put the disciple's body into the pit.

Click, click, click...

The boulder hanging above the pit was crushed into a ball of dust by an invisible force, gradually burying the deep pit.

Wu Tian got up slowly, and glanced at the phoenix standing on his shoulders, the eyes of the phoenix seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.Wu Tian looked at the bloody characters on the ground again, and finally... his gaze was fixed on the last half:

"Looking forward to the return of the Patriarch, you can see this article. Looking forward to the return of the Patriarch, you can see this article. Hope you can see this article when the Patriarch returns."

Psychic power poured out.

Kacha Kacha, the ground where the blood characters are located, the surrounding area of ​​one meter was split by invisible force, clatter, a huge inverted cone-shaped stone body was controlled to levitate, Wu Tian's mental power wrapped around the place like a tide The inverted cone-shaped stone body is "grinding" layer by layer from the outside to the inside, and the debris is peeled off and suspended around.

Gradually, a small wooden box emerged from the stone...

With a thought of Wu Tian, ​​the power of mental thought lifted the small wooden box to his eyes, he slapped the broken stones and debris floating in the air with one palm, and with a bang, under the force of his powerful palm, they all turned into pieces. Flour.

With a complex expression, Wu Tian crushed the small metal lock of the small wooden box with a twist of his fingers.

Click, he opened the wooden box.