Becoming a Legend from Dragon Ball

Temple.

Although Bulma's muttering was quiet, it still reached the god's ears clearly.

The god quickly asked: "Bulma, do you have a good relationship with Su Luo? Do you know how to contact him?"

"Unable to contact him." Bulma shook her head, a dim look flashed across her face.

Since Su Luo left the earth, there has been no news.

She had left communication equipment on the spaceship before. In the years after she left, Bulma also tried to contact Su Luo, but for some unknown reason, she could not get in touch.

If Bulma hadn't had confidence in Su Luo's strength, she would have thought that Su Luo and Lazili had died in the universe.

If Bulma knew that Su Luo left the spaceship in infinite space, she wouldn't know how she would feel.

"That's it." The god sighed.

From the catastrophe of the earth, only Su Luo has the ability to save the earth.

Failure to contact Su Luo means that the earth is doomed.

"Yes, where is Su Luo."

"Su Luo, where have you been? I haven't seen him for a long time."

Hearing the discussion between the two people, Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.

He still remembered that Su Luo was incredibly strong back then.

After so many years, Su Luo will definitely become stronger.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong became a little excited.

He always wanted to fight Su Luo again.

It's a pity that Su Luo just disappeared from the world, can't feel his anger, and can't find his people.

"Su Luo left the earth a long time ago and went to the universe to experience." The god explained.

"Go to the universe to experience???"

Klin and Yamu's coffee table were stunned for a moment.

For them, whose vision is only on the earth, the concept of the universe is very far away and mysterious, beyond their imagination.

Sun Wukong looked at it with a confused look on his face, wondering why Klin and the others had such expressions.

"I didn't expect that guy to go to the universe to practice. I guess our strength is no longer at the same level." Yamcha couldn't help but sigh.

For this person who once defeated him with a casual blow, Yamcha was deeply impressed.

Tianjin rice and dumplings were very confusing.

They had no idea who Su Luo was, and after all, they had never interacted with him.

"Ah, I thought of it." At this time, Bulma yelled.

Everyone looked at her.

"Quickly, go collect the dragon balls and make a wish. Maybe the dragon can bring Su Luo back to the earth." Bulma said in a very excited tone.

Bulma looked at the god with hopeful eyes, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The god's eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile appeared on his face. He looked at Bulma and praised: "Yes, this is indeed a good idea. You are really smart."

Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on Bulma's face, sweeping away the previous gloom.

She was not happy because of God's praise.

But because this method is feasible, I believe that she will be able to see Su Luo again soon.

Thinking of this, Bulma was very excited.

After having the solution, Sun Wukong and others were also very happy.

After all, although I don’t know if Su Luo can solve this earth crisis.

But no matter what, at least they have a strong teammate.

At this time.

The smile on the god's face froze.

He seemed to have lost all strength, weakly relying on the staff, sweat dripping from his head, and breathing heavily.

"God, what's wrong with you?"

Everyone was shocked and quickly gathered around.

Bobo stretched out his hand to help the god.

The god waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. After taking a breath, he said, "Just now, I sensed that Piccolo's life force was rapidly draining away."

"Maybe he will die soon."

"What!!!" everyone exclaimed.

"Bicco is so powerful, yet his life is in danger!!"

"Did you meet those demons?"

The god nodded. His attention had been on the demon leader just now, and he did not notice at all that the demon warrior was actually targeting Piccolo. This was something he did not expect.

"That would be bad."

Bulma looked at Sun Wukong and the others with some confusion, wondering why these people were so nervous.

"Now, let's put aside Piccolo and all that. The most important thing now is collecting the Dragon Balls." Bulma muttered.

"That's true, but once Piccolo dies, the Dragon Balls will be useless." Sun Wukong said.

"what?"

Seeing Bulma's confused look, Sun Wukong roughly explained the situation.

Bulma was stunned when she heard that once Piccolo died, the gods would also die, and the dragon balls created by the gods would lose their function with his death.

And this kind of operation?

"Leave it to Piccolo to me. I'll delay the matter while you go collect the dragon balls." Sun Wukong thought for a while and said.

"Hey, Wukong, now is not the time for you to be a hero alone. The enemy is a powerful demon. Let me go with you. This will increase your chances." Klin chuckled and stood up.

Immediately afterwards, Tianjin rice, dumplings, and Yamu tea also came out...

Seeing the firm eyes of everyone, Sun Wukong touched his head and smiled.

"Hey, hey, you all are going to fight, then who is going to collect the dragon balls?"

"I'm a weak woman. You don't want me to go alone. This is absolutely not possible." Bulma said with a headache.

"This..." Klin and the others were stunned. This was indeed a problem.

"Leave it to me to collect the Dragon Balls. You just go and fight."

At this time, Bobo, who was quiet on the side, spoke.

"That's great, Mr. Bobo, please." Sun Wukong smiled.

"It's nothing, this is what Bobo should do."

"Bulma, give the Dragon Ball Radar to Bobo." Bobo stretched out his hand.

Bulma quickly took out the Dragon Ball Radar and handed it to Bobo.

"Time is running out, let's take action now." Sun Wukong said.

The crowd nodded.

Bobo took out the flying carpet and waved to everyone.

Sun Wukong and others understood and jumped onto the flying carpet.

"It's up to you, come on." Bulma, Chichi waved at them and encouraged them.

The god silently watched Sun Wukong and the others, saying nothing.

Phew, the flying carpet flashed and disappeared.

......

Cloud Zebit Heights.

Piccolo lay dying in the stone pit.

The fat demon stepped on his head and said with a ferocious smile: "I thought you could jump a few times, but I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable."

"Hey, enough fun, let's finish him off."

"Don't forget our purpose, we have been wasted here for long enough." The Thin Demon said.

The fat demon curled his lips in displeasure, but did not refute anything.

He looked at Piccolo at his feet, his eyes becoming extremely cold.

"Although I haven't had all the fun yet, I'll send you to hell."