Otherwise, I really want to ask, why can you be a god, a dead fat man?

The King of the Realm smiled kindly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But he is indeed a god, and his god position is not low, he is in charge of a universe, and whoever sees him has to be respectful.

But this God is weak.

Otherwise, it will take a few months to hang the king of the realm.

It can be seen that this Lord of the Realm is really not worthy of his name, not to mention King Frieza, even the generals under other people's command are estimated to be able to bully and bully him.

Look at the momentum of King Frieza, and then look at the round beer belly of the King of the World, the fat face, and look at the special cuteness and joy.

Otherwise, I never had a sense of respect for him before.

Until he taught otherwise the vitality bomb.

Otherwise, to his horror, he would be almost invincible in the world by mastering this trick - as long as he was righteous.

But what about the King of the Realm? He created this trick, and mastering the Godhead means that he represents the righteous side at all times, is he invincible?

Otherwise, why would such a great god have to be in a corner and ignore the affairs of the world?

Is it because "the saints are unkind"?

Yes.

The Genki Bomb can make a person's power infinitely stronger. As long as his heart is wide enough and his vision is wide enough, his power can be almost endless.

The Realm King is in charge of the Northern Galaxy, so does this mean that he can borrow a quarter of the power of the universe with the Yuan Qi Bomb?

Otherwise, I learned this trick.

The king of the realm was very relieved to let him learn.

Strange, otherwise, how could the king of the realm rest assured that such a person who does not distinguish between good and evil?

That's because of the limitations of the Vitality Bomb!

The planet has no mind, but it has a will.

Just as divinity tends to creation, and demonism tends to destruction. If a planet has a will, it is also a living will, and it does not want to be destroyed. Therefore, it must tend to be divine, and only divinity can borrow its vitality.

As a god, the King of the Realm naturally has no need to say much about the divinity of that body, and he can obtain endless power almost without asking.

And ordinary people, most of them have divine and demonic nature, but they are very weak.

Otherwise, there is an exception.

He has both divine and demonic natures, and they are all very strong. Otherwise, my will seems to be inactive, but in fact, if there is a need, I must do it by unscrupulous means, which can really be described as both good and evil, god and demon.

According to the speculation of the king of the realm, the divinity and the demonic nature are counteracted, otherwise if you want to borrow the vitality, you must conform to the wishes of the planet to achieve your wish, and you will never extract the vitality as easily as yourself.

But he forgot something.

The divine nature destroys human desires, while the demonic nature strengthens desires.

The divine nature can enjoy devotion by doing little inaction, while the demonic nature is often resisted. But the devil is domineering, if you don't give it, I'll rob it myself!

It is conceivable that if the demonic nature is strong, it will inevitably rob the vitality by force - just like the seed of the spiritual tree.

Otherwise, he found out this truth, so he improved this trick. The divine and demonic complement each other, and they are the inside and outside of each other

He not only broke the stereotype that the Yuan Qi Bomb could only be launched as Qigong, but also improved the way of absorbing Yuan Qi.

"Ahh

Slughu roared angrily, his withered face stained with blood.

Bang!

An invisible palm knocked his head off again.

He subconsciously wanted to attack his master with the force of his palm, but his hand only grabbed the air.

His five senses only felt nothing, and there seemed to be no one outside the vast expanse.

If it weren't for the pain in his body, he wouldn't have felt angry.

That person seemed to melt into the air, everywhere, but it was difficult to grasp.

I can't see it, I can't touch it, I see the enemy.

Slagogue forced himself to calm down.

He has always been dominated by tyrannical offensive methods, and is accustomed to overwhelming people by force. But now he has nowhere to vent his strength, and he can't even beat cotton, which is really angry.

The opponent has a ghostly figure and a strange way of fighting, and if you want to kill the opponent, you must not rely on brute force alone.

Bang!

Slugu subconsciously turned to one side, but still lost an arm.

He snorted coldly, and in an instant another arm grew.

The opponent is really cunning, and must attack when he is angry or lost, quickly and quickly, and retreat with one blow, without regret.

He suddenly opened his arms, as if embracing the sky.

Rumble!

Like the sun, dazzling light radiated from his body, shooting thousands of miles away, sweeping away all darkness.

But this light is not holy, but represents destruction and cruelty.

In an instant, an area of thousands of miles was blasted into ashes by him, and the smoke filled the sky.

No one will survive such a horrific attack.

No one can escape such a wide range.

Slughu still maintained this position, his hands spread out, his face cold.

Such an attack is not a small cost for him.

He was tired, and he must have been unable to keep up at this time, and this was when he was at his emptiest.

Otherwise, he could see that Slughu was defenseless now, and he must have thought that he had been badly injured in the blow just now.

But he forgot that his vertical golden light had a wider range.

Now he was the most lax.

Otherwise, his face was expressionless, and he was ghostly behind him, and his palm was already pressed against Slago's vest.

Rumble!

At that moment, Slago must have felt otherwise, with his ability, if he wanted to dodge, he would still be able to dodge the deadly attack.

But he didn't hide, he didn't even defend himself.

Because he deliberately let others come near him.

You will not be ready to flee when you are about to succeed, this is when I am most relaxed, and it is also when you are most relaxed.

No one expected that the large-scale and high-consumption attack just now was actually Slago's false move, because his false move used his strength, and he deliberately consumed himself like that.

So otherwise you will be fooled.

Slaghu was tired, but he had enough strength to destroy a weak body.

Otherwise, when I was close to him, I didn't perceive his abnormality.

But no one thought that that stable particle would explode in an instant.

At that moment, I didn't think about it, I didn't blame myself for taking the bait, the other party was too treacherous.!

In order to lure himself into the bait, he not only consumed most of his energy first, but also stubbornly carried his own fatal blow - no one could believe that this person was so cruel to himself.

Slago's explosion was too fast, too fast to escape.

Otherwise, the several qi walls and qi shields around him were instantly shattered like a devastating body.

Otherwise, he was cautious enough, but the huge force still broke through his defenses, and in an instant, he would have become a bloody man.

At this time, the golden light of the other place was ready, and if he escaped, he could also save his life.

But he thought, if he ran away, wouldn't he let the other party get his wish?

Running, dragging a seriously injured body, there is no advantage, no more possibility of victory.

Otherwise, I remembered Slago's reborn arm.

Although the other party has now resisted his own fatal injury, with the other party's terrifying self-healing ability, how serious is such an injury?

Otherwise, he gritted his teeth, and for the first time in his life, he was forced to be ruthless.

He didn't retreat, so in another instant, his skin was also swept to ashes.

A steady stream of energy bombarded him, but his hands were as steady as a rock.

This scene is as magnificent as a moth fighting a fire.

Slughu understood the other party's thoughts at this moment.

In a tug-of-war between the two sides, it is no longer about combat effectiveness, but ruthlessness.

A hint of horror flashed in Slago's eyes, but his expression was even more hysterical.

He roared, maximizing his energy.

Otherwise, all the muscles were torn apart and turned into blood mist, but even if it was blood mist, it would be annihilated in an instant.

Sting! A slender and pale hand pierced Slago's heart.

In an instant, the wind and waves were calm, and the dazzling sun seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Slagu's body froze.

He looked down numbly and saw a hand.

Delicate, fragile hands -

No, it's not a hand, it's just a skeleton.

Sen Ran's white bones were actually flowing with jade, so crystal warm that it seemed to be able to crush it with a little force.

But he had no strength.

Squeak.

The Bone Hand pulled out of his body.

Slaghu hung from the air to the ground, the wind whirring in his ears, but his eyes were fixed on the man—the white bone.

In the sky, there stood a skeleton.

White bones like jade.

How can such a white bone still have life?

Slughu doesn't understand, how can such a weak and weak person be so bloody and tragic?

Bang!

Slagu's body fell to the ground, and his eyes became hazy.

But he saw something clearly.

In the miserable white skeleton, the fresh and ruddy heart was fluttering......

Otherwise, there is no consciousness.

Yes, he doesn't even have a brain, how can he still be conscious.

From a scientific point of view, he was dead.

But his heart was still beating, and his soul was still clinging.

Anyone who reaches this point will die, whether it is Sun Wukong or Vegeta, they will definitely die.

But he wouldn't die, because he wasn't a warrior.

A warrior has no life without a body.

Otherwise, there is no body, there is still spirit, there is still mind, and there is still qi.

It was never his body that held him alive, but his will.

Bang!

The skeleton also fell to the ground.

Argus struggled, creeping up to his side.

He had been driven hundreds of miles underground, and it was as dark and silent as hell.

But it was because of this that he was able to survive Slago's extensive attacks.

That attack almost blew the earth away with a few layers of skin.

He struggled, crawled out of hell, and then, little by little, crawled towards the bones.

He was also a blood man, and he was prostrate with a long blood belt behind him.

"Oh, that's touching!"

A bewitching voice reached his ears.

Argus looked up slowly, his eyes already stained with blood, and his vision was hazy.

But he saw the man anyway.

A petite man.

The pale skin was as clear as the white bones on the ground, and what was even more bewildering was the intense dreamy purple that stained his body.

The narrow eyes are full of femininity and evil.

Argus hoarsely said, "Ah...... Ahhhh......h

"Huh! Can't speak? ”

The humanoid crouched down gently and thoughtfully and patted him on the head.

"You've made me miserable, have you forgotten?"

His tone was as if teasing, grinning, "You want this?"

His long tail hooked up the skeleton. As if inadvertently, it was thrown in front of him.

Argus's eyelids jumped, and his body twitched suddenly.

The monster's feet are slender and slender with only three toes, but they are terrifying.

His feet are on the skeleton.

"Huh? None of them fell apart? ”

He trampled on the bones of his hands, and on the bones of his feet, and pressed the soles of his feet against his skull.

His expression was as strange as if he had seen a toy.

Argus was twitching, the muscles on his face seemed to be so disorganized that he could no longer make out his expression.

Finally, the monster hooked the bright red heart with its toenails.

"Oh! It's still hot! ”