Dragon Ball Wutian Grandmaster

"Let all the people killed by the demons...not including those vicious people, all return 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 was not sure whether he could resurrect everyone normally in the absence of corpses or damaged corpses, so he said it was "returning to the way he was alive".

At this time, Wu Tian suddenly remembered... When I was a child in the first life, I would lie in front of the TV and watch Dragon Ball on time every day after school, and I would naively think, "I'm so stupid, make a wish" and give me a hundred more wishes 'Isn't it possible to make wishes all the time?" or something like that.At this moment, the Dragon Ball Shenlong was right in front of his eyes, but he had no such thoughts, and when he thought about it carefully, it really seemed like a lifetime away.

Hmm... It is indeed "a lifetime away", a distance of two lifetimes.

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

With the dark sky as the background, the red light in the eyes of the turquoise dragon's eyes suddenly shone, and with his deep, distant and deep voice, an invisible and vast force radiated and enveloped the entire earth in an instant, turning into a It is only an invisible hand that disturbs the order of cause and effect.

Qian Mingyi and Long Xinchen stared expectantly at the majestic and sacred blue-green dragon. The seven golden dragon beads on the ground connected to the tail of the dragon in front of them reflected their faces in a flickering light. flash.

The phoenix groaned softly beside it. It twisted its head, and saw somewhere in the ruins of the Wuxianliu building, a hand was grabbed out of the soil, and then more people, wearing or worn out, Or a white martial arts uniform with bloodstains appeared out of thin air, lying on the ground in random places...

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Underworld Huangquan.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, everyone line up!" The red-skinned or green-skinned ghost messengers commanded a large group of fireball-shaped souls to maintain order.

"It's been a long time... there are a lot of souls from the earth." A ghost guard by the reincarnation pool looked at the notebook in his hand and sighed boredly.

This is a special record book, which belongs to the partial projection of the book in the hands of Lord Hades, and it is only for the convenience of work that these ghost messengers are sent to them.They also only have the right to view, but not to make any changes in the record book.

Another red-skinned ghost messenger pushed his glasses, looked at his 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 many other things, are at most reduced to a little talk.

And at this moment, a long section of the group of souls in front of them queuing up to enter the reincarnation pool suddenly disappeared in an instant, as if they had left the underworld.At the same time, the same thing happened in the soul team in front of the palace of Hades and the soul team boarding the plane to go to heaven.

The ghost messengers were taken aback, their glasses slipped down the bridge of their noses, they stared at the long vacant soul team 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 dismay. understand what happened.

But... the ghost messengers didn't dare to say too much.Because even if something went wrong with this kind of thing, there is no room for them to talk about it. If they get into trouble and get blamed, they will be out of their wits.Who can guarantee that this is not Lord Hades showing mercy and releasing those people back to life?These ghost messengers did not dare to speculate on Lord Yama's abilities and behaviors.

And at this moment Lord Yama was behind the large desk in the Palace of Yama, rubbing his head with a headache, flipping through the thick workbook in his hand, rolling his eyes, and seemed to be muttering something.

Realm star.

The two thin antennas on the head of the King of the Northern Realm trembled, seeing the bitter face of the King of Hades in the Hall of the King of Hades in Huangquan, he couldn't help grinning silently.The Dragon Ball...is really an incredible thing, it can disturb the order of Yin and Yang.

'The Namekians...why do they have the mysterious power to make Dragon Balls?Is there any connection with the Great Kaiwang-sama...that catastrophe countless years ago...'

The King of the Northern Realm pushed Xiaoyuan's sunglasses, thinking lightly in his heart.He remembered that many years ago, when the ancient Namekians made the Dragon Ball to summon the dragon to make a wish for the first time, the ruler of the Eastern Universe where he was located, the East Realm King, was full of depression and went to the Great Realm King to complain.

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"Senior brother!!" Qian Mingyi was so excited that he looked at the group of people who were standing up from the ground not far away and were at a loss, those familiar faces... They really came back to life!With tears in his eyes, Qian Mingyi flew over.

"What's that?" Some of the revived disciples of Wuxianliu pointed to the Shenlong not far away in surprise.

"Xiaoyi?!" A group of Martial Immortal disciples supported the former Mingyi who rushed forward, their faces were very puzzled, but they were also infected by him, and their eyes turned red, "I remember that we have been killed...why...here Is it the underworld?"

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

"No, this is our Martial Immortal Stream!"

"But... Big Devil Piccolo is not..."

"It's the Patriarch! The Patriarch is back!" Qian Mingyi stood up and rubbed his face with his sleeve indiscriminately. Tears and snot were all over his face, but he still smiled happily. All the monsters, including the big devil Piccolo, have been wiped out! They also found the legendary seven dragon balls that the gods sent to the world, and summoned the dragon to resurrect all the dead people!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed back, facing the majestic and huge dragon in mid-air not far away.Not far away, the invisible power of the floating turquoise dragon seems to be right in front of your eyes, giving you a sense of oppression.

"Father? Shenlong?" Everyone was stunned. All the people present had only heard of their Martial Immortal Master, and had never seen a real person. At most, they had seen the portrait of Wutian made by Aragorn.

Qian Mingyi led the crowd to walk over, Wu Tian also turned around, revealing that middle-aged appearance, which is also the appearance that all Wu Xianliu disciples have seen in the portraits.

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

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

"Your wishes have been fulfilled...so...goodbye..." Shenlong's majestic and powerful voice sounded above his head, and then brighter golden light burst out behind him, and the sound of ascension burst into the sky——

Wu Tian turned his head obliquely to the rear, and at the same time as the golden light cluster wrapped around the seven dragon balls rose to the top, he disappeared in place, and in the next instant he had arrived at the side of the seven dragon balls in midair.

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

Wu Tian's face was calm, and he opened his hand to explore, a white qigong wrapped the golden light surrounding the seven dragon balls, and then the white qigong received seven outward impacts... But this force is too slight for Wu Tian, Not worth mentioning.

The white qigong dissipated, and the seven dragon balls had turned into seven white stones.

And the sky...had already dispelled all the darkness in the process and became brighter.The blue sky and white clouds are far and quiet.

Wu Tian floated down from mid-air and landed in front of a group of Wu Xianliu disciples. Seven white stones were spinning and quietly floating beside him.In the process of falling, he was already chanting a spell. At this time, with a thought, the power of magic was activated. A pile of gravel on the ground floated up and turned into a small wooden box. Seven white stones flew into the small wooden box by themselves.

Seeing this small wooden box, some of the disciples of the Wuxian School suddenly remembered something, and called out: "Patriarch..." Frowning, he hurried back, rushing towards the pile of ruins, but felt a wave of shock. An invisible force chased him from behind and pulled him back.

"I've seen what you're protecting." He turned his head and saw Patriarch Wu Tian sighing softly, and nodded to him.

This naturally refers to the small wooden box that Wu Tian found in the ground under the disciple whose back was pierced... the last letter inside.That is the last letter left by his only personal disciple Aragorn and his daughter Wu Xiaowei.

"It's good if the patriarch sees it..." The disciple heaved a sigh of relief, and his voice was low. This was the last thing the master and wife left for the patriarch. If something happened to him, he would be in trouble for the rest of his life.

Pressing the two letters in his arms, Wu Tian glanced at the ruined Wuxian Liudao Hall, and said slowly: "It's better... let's clean the house first."

After all, the spell was uttered, and a huge magical power flowed out. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, those rubble ruins, those ruins, and the broken walls actually started to move by themselves, one by one began to piece together, build, and finally restored Houses, courtyards, gates, stone steps... In a short while, the scene of Wu Xianliu's former gymnasium has recovered more than half.

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

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It was night, as cool as water.

The cold moonlight, like fog and dream, shrouded the earth like a veil.

This is the second dark night of today. It is different from the panic and doubts when the first dark night fell. This time...the dead relatives, friends, and loved ones have been resurrected one after another, with endless gratitude, or excited and carnival all night long, Or embraced happily and fell asleep.

The disciples of Wuxianliu went to the nearest Sayuan City together during the day, and brought back a lot of wine and meat - the people in Sayuan City have naturally been resurrected. Although the city is in a mess, everyone is smiling. There is no business, as long as you ask for something, you will get something.There are wine, meat and vegetables at home, and others will generously share them if they need them.

This situation was even more obvious when the disciples of Wuxianliu entered the city.Many people even scrambled to take out their own good things and stuff them into the arms of the disciples wearing white martial arts uniforms.

People in other places have been resurrected, maybe they will hear about the Wuxian people from the mouths of the surviving people, and they will be grateful.But the people in Sayuan City grew up listening to the legend of the Martial Immortal Liu Patriarch from generation to generation.Many people are convinced that apart from the apprentice of the Great Master Wu Taidou, who else can save the world from the hands of demons?

After celebrating and crying, the disciples of Wuxianliu finally dispersed and went to rest.

Under the moon and stars, Wu Tian walked alone to the broken mountain behind Wuxian Liu with a pot of wine.

'Daddy, are you okay...'

Sitting casually on the uneven stone floor, Wu Tian raised his neck and took a sip of the wine. The spicy liquid flowed down his throat, but it didn't bring a trace of drunkenness.For his current body, no matter how strong the wine is, it only has a slight stimulation.

Wu Tian's throat squirmed, he pursed his lips, spread out a paper letter in his hand, and looked down again.

"...For so many years, Aragorn and I, as well as the disciples of the Martial Immortal Style, have lived very well... It is a pity that we have not given birth to a child..."

'...By the way, I can't sit on the somersault cloud anymore, haha, that idiot of Aragon, I can't sit on it all the time... You once said that only people with pure hearts can sit on the somersault cloud, Dad, you Could it be that as this person gets older, he has more troubles? ... It's been a long time since somersault cloud came down, I'm afraid I will think of you, Daddy... Are you okay, where are you, Daddy? ...'

'...I know, daddy doesn't want to be like this either, immortality may not be such a happy thing... how can a white-haired person send a black-haired person, how can this be happy...Daddy, we are leaving, leave you Alone in this world, alone, do you feel lonely...'

At the beginning, Wu Xiaowei, who wrote here, was already gray-haired, thinking about her father who was far away in the world, what kind of feeling did she feel in her heart?Probably have long been crying, sobbing choked up——

'...Daddy, my daughter is not filial, so I can't accompany you...'

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

After a long time, he stood up, let go of his hands, and the two last letters drifted away with the breeze, dancing in the moonlight, and finally turned into specks of fine dust, facing the soft and cold twilight, like a galaxy ribbon.

After drinking the last sip of wine, Wu Tian casually threw the jug away.He moved and punched, and his figure moved, as if he had returned to the time when he was in Taidou Mountain.At that time, every morning, he would practice kung fu on the edge of the cliff facing the morning light, and sometimes Wu Xiaowei, who was like a crazy girl, would make trouble by sitting on somersaulting clouds.And his wife, Wu Fangfang, made breakfast and waited for them at home in the hut in the mountains.

On the Broken Mountain, a figure was constantly moving under the cold moonlight. The silhouette appeared so lonely on the empty Broken Mountain platform.

fluttering...

A flying shadow came from the sky, blocked the moonlight, and cast a faint shadow on Wu Tian's body. He raised his head and saw the phoenix flying down slowly under the misty moonlight, folded its wings obediently, and shrank on his shoulders.

Wu Tian was stunned, he remembered... how many years ago, the first generation of colorful feather birds, just like this time, flew from nowhere in the sky and landed beside him.

It's like a reincarnation.

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

Things are still there, but people are not.

Duanshan is still the same as before, but the people who used to be here have disappeared.Phoenix is ​​no longer the colorful feathered bird that he was back then, and he is no longer who he was back then.

In the silence of the night, a cloud flew down from the depths of the starry sky, and the figure slowly floated onto it, lying on the cloud with his pillowed arms, looking up at the starry night sky, closing his eyes, as if falling asleep.

And the bird spread its wings lightly, and its low moan echoed around the open space. It hovered around the clouds for a while, and finally landed gently on the clouds, covering the person lying on the clouds with its wings. body...

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