Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 640

Chapter 640 Admire your face

“Are they really just two children?”

Tathagata sneered and said: “Ten thousand years ago, Zhen Yuanzi rose to the world as the ancestor of the earth immortal, with wisdom and supernatural power reaching the sky. With his state at that time, one step further forward is another Guanshiyin.”

“However, just when he was about to take that step, a swordsman suddenly appeared, cutting out all his wisdom and strength from his body, and Zhen Yuanzi was decadent for thousands of years.”

“At that time, I tried my best to figure out who the swordsman was sacred, but the secret of the sky was so dim that it was impossible to see. From this, I knew that the other party must also be a sage.”

“So, within a short time, there were two more children in the palace of Touzi. One has wisdom and aura, is young, and has amazing scheming. The other has wild power, a childish body, and amazing combat power…”

“Old gentleman, did you say a coincidence?”

After staring too much, he said softly: “Yes, it’s a coincidence.”

The world.

When Vegeta put away all the magic weapons, including Fantianyin, Son Goku pointed at a gleaming bud and asked in doubt, “What is this?”

Back to the time before Vegeta swung the knife, but said that the sword was flying, and the King of the Golden Horn was cut in half.

During the flashing sunlight, not only was there no blood flowing out of the golden horn’s body, but the whole body turned into green spots of light, converging in mid-air.

In the end, it condensed into a celestial mist flowing, and the real water was a bead, revealing the breath of life.

“Pour immortal energy into it and see.” Just by looking at the appearance, you can see how extraordinary this thing is, Vegett suggested.

Son Goku waved his hand to gather the heavenly celestial energy, igniting the change of wind and cloud, and instilling it continuously into the buds.

After absorbing a huge amount of fairy energy, the buds began to grow slowly, gradually forming a tree the size of a baby’s arm.

The roots gave birth to hundreds of thin rhizomes, rooted in the void, as if swallowing spiritual energy.

“This is… the breath of Jianmu!”

At this moment, God Erlang flew over, staring at the young sprout with shock, and even a fire flashed in the depths of his eyes.

“Beget, I’m willing to use all the things I have for you to exchange this sprout for you. I don’t know what you want?”

Vegett looked at him in surprise: “Even if it is ancient built wood, it won’t be enough, right?”

“It’s not that it won’t happen, but it can’t be exchanged for him.”

Son Goku solemnly said: “This is not just Jianmu, I feel a strong sense of wisdom from it, which can be called a tree of wisdom.”

Vegeter was startled slightly, and said in surprise: “Can you increase your wisdom?”

Wisdom is not spirit, let alone strength.

Qi refiners practice, those who specialize in spirit and strength, but never specialize in wisdom.

Because of the three thousand avenues handed down by the ancestors of Taoism, there is no such avenue.

Therefore, there are countless long-lived gods in the Three Realms. Because they have suffered too many losses, they have become sophisticated, smooth, and deep-minded, and even have cities.

But their wisdom, the room for ascent is not as high as imagined.

For example, Zhao Gongming, who cuts teaching, and Huanglong, who explains teaching.

If this tree can really grow wisdom, once it spreads out, it will surely shock the world and shake the Three Realms.

With golden light shining in his eyes, Son Goku probed the little tree little by little.

He nodded and said: “Yes, just looking at it will make people think clearly, and the aura will flash. If it is refined and cultivated slowly, it will definitely grow into a tree of wisdom in the future and bring the light of wisdom to its master.”

“What is the origin of this Jin Ling’er, this kind of thing can happen. So, what will the Yin Ling’er be?” Vegett’s thoughts diverged, and he whispered softly.

“Don’t think so much, Vegett, you refine this tree of wisdom first, and then we will go to Longshan Mountain together to kill the Silver Horn King and see what we can gain.” Son Goku said Said.

Just as Vegeta was about to speak, a stream of light suddenly shot from the sky and the ground, lasing in all directions.

Not long after, dozens of amazingly sacred figures appeared around them, in a circle shape, enclosing them.

“Beget, you should know that this tree of wisdom was transformed by my junior, so I will teach it back soon, so as not to provoke the sage.” Xuandu mage said with awe-inspiring shout of righteousness.

“If you want to fight for the benefits, just say it, why be so hypocritical?” Begett said with a light smile: “Even to the point of recognizing a demon as a relative.”

“I’m not as unbearable as you think.”

Xuandu solemnly said: “Seven-star sword, immortal rope, purple gold and red gourd… These magic weapons in your hand are the evidence, and they bear the mark of the Palace of Dust.”

Vegeta paused slightly, and then asked, “I’m very strange to say that. Why do Laojun’s disciples eat Sanzang so hard, and even frame them again and again?”

“What’s even more strange is that when they are the evil party, no one of you cares about it. Once they die, they will fight for the inheritance. When did you teach, when did you learn this, so shameless!”

“Bold, presumptuous!”

Xuan Du was full of anger and clanged, drew out the long sword in his hand, with a cold wind-like killing intent, and walked in the air: “Dare to humiliate people, no matter what school or school, what kind of cultivation level, it is killing. No pardon!”

Vegett laughed wanton and expressed his arrogance: “Why, if you just allow you to do it, we are not allowed to say it? It really is a sage, so that our demons have opened their eyes.”

Seeing his fearless look, feeling the magnificent aura in his heart of refusing to obey God’s control, unwilling to teach, and despising the saint, Xuan Du suddenly felt a little startled.

In the world, there is a saying that the commoner is proud of the prince.

However, this situation does not apply to the extremely dangerous spiritual world.

Commoner, here, can only be the bottom of the oppressed.

If any commoner has taken the Grand Canal, won the inheritance of the ancestors, and kept walking to the heights.

Then, in the process of walking, he is no longer a commoner, but a prince.

How arrogant to talk about yourself to yourself?

And compared to the saint, Vegett is just an ineffective commoner ant, so dare he?

“The magic is in the soul, you are hopeless!”

Xuan Du raised his long sword and slashed it down quickly. The piercing sound of the sword sounded.

“boom!”

The light of the blade was like white practice, stunning everyone, colliding with the blade in the void, bursting into a bright silver flower.

“Erlang God!”

Xuan Du’s black hair was flying, his eyes were shining like stars, his body shot away, and his thin blade was like wind and frost, smashing the gust of wind.

“Being bullying the big, the strong and the weak, Xuandu, I have already begun to admire your face.” Vegett refines all the magic weapons in his hand, and secretly pulls out the cork of the purple, gold and red gourd, and said with a sneer.

“Weird yin and yang, Vegett, I swear to kill you, to rectify the universe and clear evil.” Xuan Du said in a cold voice. *