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"Vegeta, that Raditz guy is dead!" a burly, hideous-looking bald head pressed the detector on his right eye, and said slowly, his tone mixed with contempt, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all about Raditz's death, as if it was a dog.

The bald man who was called Vegeta was a young man who was a little short for him. The man's expression was gloomy and indifferent, and after hearing the bald head's words, his eyes flashed with a little contempt, and he said in a cold voice: "I don't care about how many guys like that kind of fighting power, I don't care about them at all! He, like Kakarot, is a shame for us Saiyas!"

"Oh, then, Vegeta, aren't we going to avenge Raditz?" "Avengeance? Napa, are you kidding? Avenge that kind of garbage? Hmph, I'm not going to be bored to that extent. But... The earth still has to go on a trip. Vegeta said sarcastically, then seemed to think of something, and his tone changed, and his eyes showed a bit of anticipation.

Napa touched his bald head and wondered, "What do you mean?"

Vegeta glanced at Napa coldly and opened the door of the flying machine: "Kakarot's son, if cultivated well, should be a little stronger than that waste of Raditz." By the way, if we take over that earth, there will be races from other planets who will pay a high price to buy it, and we can make a fortune when the time comes. ”

"Hehe, sure enough, it's the prince of the Saiyans, Vegeta, let's go!" "I don't need you to order me!" Vegeta glanced at Napa, two emotionless cold glints burst out in his eyes, and the latter's face changed and he didn't say too much.

The two walked into the two aircraft that were identical to the one Raditz was riding, and after a few seconds, the aircraft began to shake violently, and with a "peng", the two aircraft left the ground and flew into the endless space.

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On the other hand, Feng Zi was very depressed, for no other reason, he was lost!

"Where is this?" Feng Zi's gaze swept around, and in front of him was a palace that looked brilliant and majestic. Although it is not splendid, it should also be regarded as magnificent, the area of the palace in front of you alone has reached a range of dozens of miles, and a circle of dozens of meters high walls isolates the palace from the outside world, as if it is another world.

Feng Zi walked to the wall and gently tapped the wall with his hand, and the sound he made was not like the imaginary "dong dong", but the "dangdang" that can only be made by metal slamming.

Suddenly, Feng Zi took a few steps back, and in the middle of his breath, he rushed towards the wall, and the fist formed by his right hand smashed into the wall like an axe.

"What a hard wall!" Feng Zi glanced at the immovable wall, and he used his fist with two layers of strength to leave only a faint fist mark on the wall.

Feng Zi was not in a hurry to return to Earth at this time, but was curious about what was in this palace, could it be strange? Thinking of this, the corners of Feng Zi's mouth couldn't help but raise a smile.

Looking upward, Feng Zi's feet moved, and his whole body was as light as a swallow, and he used the air dance technique to fly over effortlessly.

"Huh?" Feng Zi sighed softly, and he felt through his soul and found that just as he expected, the fluctuations of one monster after another were clearly reflected in his mind.

In a blink of an eye, Feng Zi came to the door of the palace, but saw a strange phenomenon, that is, countless monsters were lined up in a long line in an orderly manner.

"It's so weird!" Feng Ziwang watched so many ghosts and monsters dangling in front of him, his eyes showing ecstasy, and his mouth actually drooled.

Mu Di, Feng Zi was slightly stunned, and there was an extra fluctuation, a somewhat familiar fluctuation. Feng Zi's heart moved, and he looked at a member of the team.

"Wukong!?" Feng Zi exclaimed in surprise, his face full of surprise, he actually met Sun Wukong in such a place, which made Feng Zi a little incomprehensible.

In the team, Sun Wukong has an angel circle on his head, and he is queuing up at this time, according to the rules of the underworld, all newly dead ghosts must come to the Yama Hall to line up to sign up, even Sun Wukong is no exception.

Just when Sun Wukong recalled the situation of the battle just now, a familiar voice came into his ears, Sun Wukong subconsciously looked at the owner of the voice, the familiar purple hair, the familiar figure, Sun Wukong was stunned on the spot.

After Feng Zi saw that this person was indeed Sun Wukong, she put aside the doubts in her heart, ran to Sun Wukong, and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"Feng Zi, is it really you? Why are you here?" Sun Wukong couldn't believe it after seeing Feng Zi, because he knew very well that this was a place for dead people, and it was really difficult to meet acquaintances here.

Feng Zi saw the angel circle on Sun Wukong's head, and his heart was shocked, he seemed to have heard the old Sun Wuhan say that those who have angel circles on top of their heads are all dead in the world.

"Wukong, is it... Are you dead?" asked Feng Zi uncertainly.

Sun Wukong nodded and said with a wry smile: "Like you said, I'm already dead!"