Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Who Said I Have No Foreign Aid

It’s just that he looks a little miserable, but his face is always calm, without any worry.

Because I am not afraid, so calm.

The reason for not being afraid is that he is not so weak and weak, as long as he wants to, he can unblock the power hidden in the soul at any time.

However, he doesn’t want to now.

Every person who practices Mahayana Buddhism seems to have the same nature as neuropathy.

The Ksitigarbha king’s strength is unfathomable, but the ghost of the underground palace does not use supernatural powers, but relies on wisdom and aura.

There is power in the Sanzang Divine Soul, which can help him solve the dilemma, but he doesn’t need it either.

Most people can’t understand this approach. If Vegett knows all this, he might not help but curl his lips, curse, silly.

However, without using force and magical powers, there are actually ways to improve one’s own plight.

For example, use your own hands to create a better environment.

Therefore, when Vegett and Shiji came to the sky above Desperate Realm together, they saw Tang Sanzang digging a big hole in the yellow sand with his own hands.

Jumped in and sat cross-legged, blocking the erosion of wind and sand.

“What is he doing?” Vegeta looked at Rocky and asked seriously.

“It seems to be chanting.”

Vegett touched his nose, unable to understand Sanzang’s thoughts and realm.

He whispered, “I admire him for being so indifferent in this environment.”

“Perhaps, he is not indifferent, and there is no way.” Shi Ji said, waving at the world in the formation.

Several tornadoes were born suddenly, carrying a large amount of yellow sand, completely burying the cave of Sanzang.

“Poor monk.” Vegett shook his head, saying nothing more.

After a long time, the yellow sand in the cave loosened.

An embarrassed little monk crawled out of it with difficulty, vomited a few mouthfuls of sand, and shouted to the sky: “Where is my spiritual Buddha? Come out, I’m about to die.”

Hearing these words, Vegeta did not spit out.

Released his divine consciousness, looked around for a while, and found no trace of the so-called guardian.

“Poor Sanzang, I can tell you very responsibly that there is no guardian spirit buddha by your side.” Vegett transmitted his voice to the yellow sand world.

Sanzang paused, then unexpectedly laughed, tilted his head and said, “Beget, save me!”

Vegeta wanted to laugh inexplicably, without a reason: “Sanzo, I can’t save you, I feel like I can’t break this formation.”

“Then can you make a defensive cover for me? The sunshine here is too strong, and the wind is too strong. If my magical powers and mana are still there, I feel that these two things can cut them off a little bit.”

Sanzang looked at his body full of blood, and said helplessly.

Vegeta thought for a while, and said, “For the sake of the friendship at the wine shop a few days ago, this is fine.”

With that, Vegett used his supernatural powers to transform a steel palace and threw it straight down.

“Boom!”

The steel palace smashed on the yellow sand and made a loud noise.

Those windy sands that were enough to cut away the three flowers and five spirits of the immortals slapped on the steel palace without leaving any traces.

It is not that the attack power of sandstorm is not strong enough, but the nature of the material is different.

For example, no matter how strong a computer virus is, it cannot extinguish a real flame.

Sanzang quickly ran into the palace, without the erosion of wind and sand, he breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely, “Thank you.”

“Aren’t you incapable of telling me?” Shi Ji looked at Vegett, with some dissatisfaction in his expression.

Vegeta laughed: “A word I said casually, do you actually believe it?”

“So, are you going to save him? Complete this difficulty?” Shi Ji said indifferently.

Vegett shook his head and said: “You think too much, I really can’t break this formation. In other words, this should be a formation based on the Hunyuan Jindou as the formation, right? For the sake of Sanzang, you really did it. original capital.”

Shi Ji smiled slightly, looking down, and between his hands, the yellow sand began to collapse inward, and the entire steel palace quickly entered the soil.

She wanted to bury Sanzang alive and see if the other party had hidden any means.

If not, you can kill it.

The steel palace was quickly swallowed by quicksand, and Vegett was suspended in the air, watching coldly.

No matter how dangerous the situation is, he always firmly believes that Tang Sanzang will not just die in Chang’an just after leaving Chang’an.

Otherwise, the identity of the other party who chose the protagonist on this day is very debatable.

“You said, will San Zang die?” Shi Ji whispered when he saw the yellow sands that hadn’t been moving for a long time.

“Do you want to make a bet? I guess not.” Vegett said seriously.

“The gambling oath is not true, because I guess it won’t.”

As soon as Shi Ji’s voice fell, a blood-stained palm stretched out from the yellow sand.

Difficult to pull out a big hole, stick out a head, his lips are wide open, and he is gasping for breath.

“What else do you want to do?” Vegett took a deep look at Sanzang, then turned his head and said.

There was a trace of anxiety in Shi Ji’s eyes. According to common sense, it would be difficult for a person to climb out of such dense sand if he did not use his force.

But now there is no mana fluctuation, but San Zang really escaped from the heavens, how did he do it?

Because of doubts, there is communication.

Shi Ji didn’t care about their hostile identities, and solemnly asked, “How did you come out?”

Fengsha cut Sanzang’s face with bloodstains, but he was still smiling. The brightness of this smile was unexpectedly warm.

“Because I didn’t want to die inside, so I came out.”

What kind of answer is this?

Not only Rocky, but even Vegett was a little speechless.

But when the two studied these words carefully, they seemed to see more things from them.

Maybe it’s a kind of character, or maybe it’s a kind of power.

No one can tell the two, but they dare not take it lightly.

“San Zang, what exactly is the Mahayana Buddhism you practice? Not to mention the Purdue sentient beings, I already know this.” Vegett couldn’t help asking.

“Mahayana Buddhism is Mahayana Buddhism, nothing else. You can simply understand it as wisdom, or a medium for spreading wisdom.” San Zang said with a smile.

Vegett said in a deep voice: “Then tell me, how do you use your wisdom to survive now? Buddhism has never appeared. There must be something wrong. How can you survive without foreign aid?”

“Who said I don’t have foreign aid?” Sanzang asked suspiciously.

Vegett narrowed his eyes: “I said before, I can’t break this.”

“You can’t break it, but the person who deployed this formation can break it.” Sanzo said sincerely, “As long as you defeat the opponent.”

“Why?”

Sanzang paused slightly: “It’s just that it’s better for me to live than to die. Have you ever thought about it, if I die, what will happen to the Three Realms? What situation will you face?”

“But, I don’t think you will die without my help. You should, do you have a hole card?” Vegett said. *