Dragon Ball Saint Fighting Soul

Quietly keep in mind the plans to master the Galaxy Patrol.

Soon, Wang Chen put his mind down again on the divine power of the Great Realm King God.

Compared to the help brought by the Galaxy Patrol, he undoubtedly wanted to have his own holy clothes.

Perhaps the Holy Robe can’t bring a huge increase to the shapeshifter like the Super Saiyan.

But for Saint Seiya, the Holy Vestment, which can lead to the potential small universe and provide great protection, is still an existence that cannot be ignored.

To be honest, as far as the current Wang Chen is concerned, he really can’t reach the realm where he can fully exert the potential small universe without clothes like Resistance Seiya and SS Purple Dragon.

“I just don’t know how different the holy robe forged with the divine power of the Great Realm King is from the holy robe of Athena Gaguo.”

While he was thinking about the holy robe, when he heard that a Saiyan had come to the Galactic King at the headquarters, he also quickly came to the hall where Wang Chen and Gark were.

Of course, at the same time came a group of galactic patrolmen who were waiting for them.

Looking around left and right, Wang Chen did not see Myers, who had hit the normal empty shell decades later, thinking that the other party should not have joined the team.

Today’s Galaxy Patrol, looking at the entire headquarters, there are only a few guys with an aura of about three thousand, which can be regarded as a little strength.

“No wonder the Galaxy Patrol can only fight guerrilla, and there are not even a few masters who can handle it now.”

“Also, if there are really so many masters in the entire galaxy, it will not be the turn of the Kinut team to be arrogant.” There was no one in the Galaxy Patrol who could threaten his existence, which made Wang Chen very relieved.

This is the case in the Dragon Ball world, and perhaps many years have passed, and there will not be too many existences beyond 10,000 in the universe.

But in the same way, maybe one day you will suddenly find that dozens of strong people with hundreds of millions of combat power have blocked your door.

Or maybe a powerful laser gun has beaten you into a sieve.

It seems that this kind of thing that makes ordinary people seem a little illogical and balanced, but there are too many in this world.

Without the strength and luck to crush everything, it is really difficult to move an inch in the Dragon Ball world.

“It seems that you are the rumored Galactic King? Well…… JJ is quite a lot. Looking at the small jj with more than a dozen sticks under the Galaxy King, Wang Chen only felt a chill.

Thinking that every time Wukong thought that he shook hands, he actually grabbed the other party’s thing, Wang Chen no longer wanted to see the lower body of this goods.

“Saiyan, why are you here for my galactic patrol?” He didn’t care about Wang Chen’s ridicule of himself, and the octopus-like face of the Galaxy King was full of formulaic expressions.

If Wang Chen hadn’t clearly known the temper of this goods, as well as the weird body that was all JJ, I was afraid that he would have fooled him.

“I said, I came for Mora, do you believe it?”

“What did you say?” The word Xu is Moluo actually appeared from an unknown Saiyan population, and the Galactic King looked very surprised.

“Of course, to be precise, I actually came to seek a trace of the divine power that belonged to the Great Realm King God. After all, he dared to “look around with a smile, and Wang Chen quietly began to improve the power of his small universe.”

Perhaps the word “Moluo” is too deeply rooted in people’s hearts, and at the moment he talked about these two words, almost all the galactic patrolmen had involuntarily pressed the handle of the gun on their waist, and there was a tendency to start without saying a word.

“Impossible! When pigs fly! I don’t know where your confidence comes from and I think I will agree, but the seal left by the Great Realm King God must not be lost!” As soon as he heard Wang Chen’s proposal, the Galaxy King almost didn’t think about it, so he categorically chose to refuse.

What kind of joke, if it weren’t for the remnants of the Great Realm King God’s remnant divine power strengthening the seal every year, I am afraid that the seventh universe would have already been turned into a purgatory on earth by the demon head of Moluo!

For this unscrupulous fellow, maybe even the soul in hell will be devoured by him!

But Wang Chen, who had expected it for a long time, did not care about the decisive attitude of the Galaxy King at all:

“I know that the seal of the Great Realm King God cannot be lost, but no matter what, Moluo is going to break the seal after all, isn’t it?”

“If my guess is correct, the seal of Moro can only last less than thirty years, right?” After carefully calculating the time after the power conference, Wang Chen came up with a number very confidently.

To be honest, according to his estimates, the existence of Moluo was at least close, and even reached the level of the God of Destruction.

This is only a minimum estimate of the power that the other party has.

Such a strong man is locked up in the prison of the Galaxy Patrolman, and he doesn’t believe that the other party will not sit on pins and needles!

Sure enough, as soon as he heard that the time of Moluo’s breaking was actually from the mouth of a Saiyan, the Galactic King was a little flustered.

With extremely divergent thinking, he had even begun to wonder if the time and place of Moluo’s breaking had been known by many ill-intentioned guys?

“Saiyan, what the hell do you want to do?”

“I mean, what if I’m sure that when Moluo breaks the seal more than 20 years later, I’ll completely destroy him?” Looking at the cold sweating Galaxy King in front of him, Wang Chen said categorically.