Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 910

Chapter 910

“Mountain Lord’s eyes are like torches.”

Bo Xun patted a flattery and said sincerely: “It is a private opinion, the generals of Datang are very beneficial to Huaguoshan, but the civil servants of Datang, whether they are loyal or evil, are they good? Bad, big or small, to Huaguoshan, they are not beloved!”

“Private views shouldn’t be prejudice?” Vegett’s eyes glowed, as if it could penetrate people’s hearts: “Give me a comprehensive reason.”

“Mountain Lord, I think that the reason why Huaguo Mountain is so strong is not relying on the civil servants to govern the world, but relying on the power of the two saints.”

“The world of gods and demons is different from the kingdom of mortals after all. In the same system, strength crushes all calculations.”

“If they are allowed to come here, not only will they not be able to play a huge role, they may even subvert the current pattern of power.”

“After all, people who can mix to their level in the world are all human spirits, and the spirits and monsters on the mountain are really incomparable to them.”

“Are you afraid? Afraid that your rights will be affected.” Vegett said lightly.

Poshondoro’s heart trembled, and he leaned down and knelt: “Mountain Lord Mingjian, the gods definitely don’t dare to have such thoughts.”

“I have personally visited Datang Chang’an once and saw civil officials fighting for power. The seeds of the fight have been deeply embedded in their hearts. After they come to Huaguo Mountain, they will inevitably fight for power.”

“Bo Xun, do you know what the emperor’s art is?” Vegett’s eyes were like electricity, like a god, exuding a terrifying light.

A dazzling flame rose from behind him, scorching the flower, making Bo Xun dare not look directly, and was in awe.

This is not the alien appearance that Vegett has deliberately displayed, but the majesty of being in his place and keeping his anger, the great sage of the monster race.

The divine power is like the sea, and the divine might is like the prison.

“I don’t know the gods, please ask the mountain lord for advice.” Bo Xun’s expression became more respectful, and he touched the ground with his head.

Vegett waved a celestial spirit and lifted him up: “As Wei Zun of Tianyiwei, your pattern should be bigger.”

“Bo Xun, I have never been afraid of my subordinates’ battles with the gods. As long as their battles do not cause too bad influence, what harm will it do to me?”

“If the struggle between them has morphed into a party fight, enough to shake the country’s foundation, then they will be one step away from death. A step back can save their lives, and further, it will be forever.”

In just a few words, it was full of coldness and killing, which made Bo Xun feel rashes all over his body.

The so-called genius, the life of a heroic wise man, in the heart of the deity in front of him, is really like a grass and can be killed at will.

“Meet the mountain lord!”

At this moment, a heroic woman wearing a scarlet armor and carrying a long and narrow magic sword came to the sea of ​​clouds and bowed down.

“Tuo Ba Yingxin, what’s the matter with you?”

“Return to the mountain lord, Ren Shou came with Emei’s sword fairy.” Tuobaying said blankly.

“Ren Shou…” Vegett’s heart moved, his body turned into an afterimage, and he left in a flash.

Huaguoshan welcomes the living room.

The middle-aged man, dressed in white, with an upright face and white eyebrows like a sword, declined the courtesy of the maid’s seat, and stood upright in the hall, facing the door.

He didn’t sit, and the more than a dozen sword immortals who followed him in couldn’t sit. They had to stand honestly, waiting for the Lord to appear.

“It’s been so many years since I haven’t seen you, why are you like this?”

A dazzling light tore through the void, and Vegett stepped out and walked inside the door.

Ren Shou stretched out his hand and touched his cheek, and said with a smile: “With some good fortune, it became such a look unknowingly. Beijit, it’s been a long time.”

Beiji nodded, feeling the powerful sword intent radiating from the opponent, and his eyes narrowed: “Goddess… late?”

Ren Shou scratched his head embarrassedly, and said ashamed: “It’s not entirely my own cultivation.”

Vegett felt stunned.

Is Ren Shou’s talent high? Very high, it can be described as the emperor’s proud son.

But now the situation is about to change. There are countless geniuses born in the Three Realms. How many can cultivate to the late Heavenly Immortal?

What’s more, he has crossed so many realms this time.

As for what kind of destiny he had encountered, Vegett was actually not very curious. After hearing it, he put it behind his head: “I see there are thousands of sword fairies in white clothes outside the mountain, are you here to support?”

Ren Shou looked straight, and said solemnly: “As far as righteousness is, I won’t regret nine deaths!”

“You kid!”

Vegett felt hot in his heart and raised his hand to punch his shoulder lightly: “Looking at the cultivation base of these sword immortals, did you bring all of Shushan’s family back? Too honest and sincere is easy to suffer. Have you ever thought about it, Wan Once these people are killed or injured, what will happen to you?”

Ren Shou’s gentle and bright eyes lighted up, and he said sincerely: “If I don’t die, I will start all over again. If I die, there is no need to think about the future.”

Vegeta paused, then patted him on the shoulder: “Don’t worry, you won’t die.”

“The Lord of the Mountain, the True Monarch Appearing Saint and the Great God of the Three Altars of the Sea Society have arrived.”

Just as the two were chatting, Tuoba Yingxin came to the front of the hall.

Vegett nodded and turned to Ren Shou: “How about going with me to meet these two?”

“It should be so.” Ren Shou smiled generously, beckoned to the swordsmen in white clothes in the hall, and followed Vegett’s footsteps.

“Huaguoshan’s military front is really better than a day.”

Above the sky, the sea of ​​clouds is tumbling, wearing silver armor, holding a spear, and the heroic spirit with raised eyebrows looking down and exclaiming.

By his side, the young man wearing a lotus armor, stepping on a hot wheel, and carrying a flaming spear smiled and said: “Although the demon way is declining now, this is the new holy court of the demon clan, how can the scene be worse? ?”

Erlang smiled and nodded his head, his eyes brightened suddenly, but he saw a bloody light supporting a group of people into the air, and the head was the Beijit who sympathized with him.

“I feel that I can’t afford your kindness anymore.” Looking at the two of them, Vegett said jokingly.

Not long after, everyone returned to the welcoming living room.

After the greeting, Begett said to Tuobaying, “Announce it, hold a banquet for three days, and invite the Three Realms to cast the devil to be holy. Three days later, the army will set off and attack Jiuli two times. By the way, Su Qin, where is he, let him come over. see me……”

Before the Huaguoshan feast was about to begin, Su Qin, who was carrying a sword, came to the welcoming living room.

“You know the current situation, right? Without the support of absolute force, we must ensure the stability of the legion to be able to defeat the Jiuli Mozu.”

Vegett looked at his eyes and solemnly said: “Give you a mission to go to the west and persuade the Tathagata to return to what it was like during the First World War.”

“The bottom line I give you is, if you really can’t persuade, then change their leader. Because of the old monster with yellow eyebrows, Maitreya Buddha doesn’t have the slightest affection for me.”

“As for who is more conducive to the stability of the legion, what will be the test is your vision and wisdom.”

Regarding this terrible task, Su Qin smiled bitterly, but could not refuse: “God, take command!”*