Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a giant white palm at the end of the sky, where natural energy emerged and condensed, fanning away a ball of "light".

Sun Wukong, who was wearing a faint divine light, couldn't help but smile.

When was the last time you saw the master showing off his power?

Just like the scene on his home earth, Sun Wukong couldn't remember it clearly.

But sometimes, Sun Wukong still couldn't help but reach out and want to get the login device of his virtual earth network.

Either go to Wuxian Pagoda to practice martial arts;

Or, being dragged by Bulma to play various non-combat virtual games that Sun Wukong is not good at;

Or, he would happily invite Vegeta, Kakarot, or the warrior digits recreated by Jarvis into the fighting ring for sparring;

If Sun Wufan is online unexpectedly, Sun Wukong will put down what he is doing and chat with his grandpa. Often when the grandfather and grandson are chatting happily, Sun Wukong will log off immediately and secretly fly to Baozi Mountain alone.

Or, according to the requirements of the Wushu Association, Sun Wukong will also regularly clear out the "challenge application letters" that pile up in his personal account every day.

Making money is secondary. Sun Wukong is still very happy and relieved to be able to teach the younger generations in the earth's martial arts world.

...and this kind of life, in a daze, still feels like what happened yesterday.

If it were the "original" Sun Wukong like other parallel time and spaces, he would not have such various feelings in his heart.

But this Wukong is not the other Wukong. Under the guidance of Wu Xianren as the guide, under the guidance of his adoptive grandfather Sun Wufan, and under the influence of his beloved wife Bulma whose clan name is Wu Ling'er... Although Sun Wukong is not While losing the free and easy nature, he also understands culture, ethics, understands people's hearts, and has concerns in his heart.

After many years of absence, on this earth in a foreign universe, he finally saw Wu Xianren's true methods, and he was naturally filled with sadness.

Perhaps, after being inexplicably sent to this universe, the master is also the same. He cannot use many of his skills and has been holding back for a long time!

Sun Wukong smiled in his heart.

"You dare to be distracted, you're a Saiyan monkey looking for death!" Frieza's cold voice suddenly approached, and green light illuminated the side of Sun Wukong's face.

Sun Wukong looked away, and Frieza's fist was already covering his face——

Then...it's time to let go and have a good fight!

Frieza punched nothing. He was shocked and said in disbelief: "Impossible!"

He keenly seized the gap when Sun Wukong was looking away, and launched a decisive attack, almost seizing all the opportunities to strike. Frieza was convinced that his punch, even if the positions were switched and he was allowed to receive it, would have been enough. There was no room to escape in time——

But his fist actually did not touch the corner of Sun Wukong's clothes, and Sun Wukong himself disappeared in an instant.

"Frieza."

Someone behind him tapped Frieza on the shoulder.

"What?!"

Frieza's scalp instantly went numb, and the muscles all over his body tensed instinctively. He turned his head and looked back, and could only see the iron fist wielded by Son Goku...

Against the light, Sun Wukong's face is not clear, only one pair of eyes is shining, as transcendent as a god.

Many years later,

While he was suffering in hell, Frieza would never forget Son Goku's punch.

Starting from this punch, the terrible guy named Sun Wukong smashed all his pride, confidence, arrogance... to pieces.

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But looking over there, Jiren flew across countless galaxies. As he approached the earth, he was slapped away by a giant white hand that suddenly appeared in the air.

"What kind of attack is this?"

As he fell, Jilian was in severe pain all over his body, and felt shocked and confused.

pain,

What a strange word.

The object that made him feel this kind of pain for the first time in a long time was the giant white palm that he couldn't even feel its existence now.

That huge palm was clearly in the sky, but Jilian couldn't distinguish the slightest breath from it.

There is no one hiding in it, and there is no murderous intention, no malice, and it even seems to have no power. It is just like a gust of wind blowing by chance in the sky or a slowly floating cloud. You can clearly see it, but you can't understand it.

Jiren watched helplessly as it dissipated and dispersed. He stopped his body, shouted loudly at low altitude, and unleashed his strength!

Boom!

Just like a dazzling galaxy exploding directly on the surface of the earth, when Jiren's body burst into light that penetrated the sky and the earth, the entire sphere of the earth below him was shaken violently.

"..."

"..."

Klin and others nearby just glanced at Jiren in the horizon curiously, and instantly lost their ability to think.

Piccolo, who was at the bottom in terms of skill, couldn't even stay in the air. His eyes widened, and his mind was filled with the terrifying shadow of Jiren's burst of breath, and he fell.

"Are you kidding..." Vegeta followed him at some point.

He stopped in the air far away from Klin and the others. At this moment, he wished that he had never secretly learned the "qi" skills of these earthlings, so that he would not be so clearly aware of the eruption not far away from the horizon. The terrifying power made me despair. Although the anger was not directed at him, it was enough to make the Saiyan prince, who was so proud to the core, feel that he was as humble as dust.

Sun Wukong was suppressing Green Jade Frieza in all directions and beating him without blind spots. After Jiren exploded, he was also secretly shocked and sighed: "What a powerful guy! Has he also realized divinity? No, There is no breath of causality in his power. How incredible!..."

Frieza took advantage of Sun Wukong's "distraction" again, and then he had a moment of respite, and then he felt endless shame and anger: "Smelly monkey, stop looking down on people!!!"

He roared angrily, his green body glowing with a hint of gold, and he rushed towards Sun Wukong.

"Martial Immortal Fist of Transcendence."

Sun Wukong freely operated the Wusen Breathing Technique. Seeing Frieza bursting out with stronger power, he was extremely happy and threw out the punch that he had just realized to combine his transcendent divinity with the Wusen Fist.

"Using the master's improved breathing method, it seems that even practicing is much smoother."

"That guy on the horizon is in the master's hands, so he's probably going to lose. Well... let's practice it with Frieza first!"

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

Sun Wukong punched the flying Frieza, then took off and chased after him in the form of light, leaving an indelible shadow on Frieza after his death.

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"What the hell is that?"

Beerus chased Jiren down. His original intention was to wait for the winner between Son Goku and Frieza so that he could fight with him. He didn't want Jiren, a guy from another universe, to cause trouble.

But when he saw with his own eyes the sudden appearance of a giant white hand that knocked Jiren flying, even as the God of Destruction, he was also surprised.

Wu Tian's methods were beyond his understanding of normal martial arts.

This is not a trick that should exist in this universe.

Either a punch to the flesh, or energy waves, or at most some obscene superpowers, but what's going on with this giant white hand?

"Ahhhhh!!" Jiren's low roar accompanied the amazing energy he burst out, resounding through the sky and scattering all the storms in the sky.

Looking at the earth from space, with Jiren's position as the center, a black hole spreads rapidly in the cloud image surrounding the trembling earth.

Weiss's eyes widened and he muttered to himself outside the atmosphere: "These two guys... actually dare to use the power of the law of cause and effect. Who gave them the confidence?"

"This guy! Do you want to blow this planet apart?"

Seeing Jiren unleashing his strength endlessly like a frightened beast, Beerus frowned and cursed angrily, "It is only the God of Destruction's right to destroy the planet!"

He snorted coldly and rushed down.

But obviously, someone was faster than him in stopping Jiren.

On the other side of the distant earth, the snow-capped mountains at Wu Tian's feet were also trembling, like the wail of the earth.

The continuous snow-capped mountains rumbled, and in nearby villages, residents who had no time to evacuate prayed silently. Faced with this sudden natural disaster, mortals could not resist and could only hope for the mercy of the gods.

Wu Tian sighed softly, picked off a petal of the snow lotus in his hand and threw it down.

The petals of the snow lotus fell and landed silently on the snow. The moment they touched the ground, the shaking of the entire earth stopped silently.

"Are you ready to get started?"

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In a separate universe, on Earth, Hathaway was alone on Wuxian Island, stepping barefoot on the beach.

She looks just like when she broke into this place single-handedly, youthful and brilliant, and time has long been unable to leave the slightest trace on her body.

Hathaway hugged the air, and the air also hugged her waist, humming a tune, stepping on the beach, dancing like an elf. Suddenly, she said this to the air.

"Gah~" A red ball flew over the sea in the distance. It was the Phoenix flying over at a very fast speed. It screamed and flapped its wings desperately, as if it was worried that something might be lost. UU Reading ｗww.uukanshu.net

"Are you ready to get started?"

Hathaway slowed down her dance steps, leaned on Air's shoulder, and asked again.

The air circulated, condensing into a shadow of Wu Tian, ​​the Martial Immortal. He hugged Hathaway tightly, kissed her forehead gently, and said with a smile: "I'm ready to end everything."

Hathaway closed her eyes and smiled:

"You are not allowed to lose to any other woman except me."

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In Huangquan, Wu Zhao was having fun with the female secretary with angel wings, when suddenly his heart tightened, and he felt worried about gains and losses.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" the female secretary was confused.

"...It's nothing, you go out first." Wu Zhao leaned on the huge office chair, rubbed his eyebrows, and murmured: "What's going on..."

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On the top of the snow mountain, Wu Tian smiled slightly. His body, which was supposed to be the "Turtle Immortal" of this universe and this earth, was decomposed inch by inch. When the wind blew, it scattered and drifted away.

The remaining snow lotus in my hand fell, halfway down, and disappeared.

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Jiren's power seemed to have no limit, increasing crazily.

A giant white hand that was no different from before emerged and condensed around him, holding it in his hand like a doll.

"What?!" Jilian was shocked.

With a gentle squeeze of the giant palm, Jiren felt as if he had merged with the giant palm. The giant palm penetrated into his body. His own strength cheered and he was assimilated by the giant palm like crazy.

Gradually, at the other end of the giant palm, the vitality condensed into the body of a martial immortal.

He looked up, where the God of Destruction was looking at him in astonishment.

"It turns out it's Beerus who's less than half, so why not let me help you!"

Wu Xianren smiled faintly and threw Jiren in his hand towards Beerus.

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