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Mr. Satan and king.

The strongest martial artist in the world and a terrifying hero ranked 7th.

Just relying on these two names, it caused an uproar among the demons.

It is mainly the promotion of Asmodeus, which directly leads to a steady stream of high-quality harvest.

And like Mr. Satan, he is not just a big demon, the other side.

The real Lord of Hell, Satan, has already set his sights on him.

Jade grows quickly.

And in addition.

The name of an archaeologist is not small, and Asmodeus wanted to make Mephisto happy.

A reward of one million was offered to Aaron.

this…

In a short period of time, the three of them are all big households of [Black Jade].

Now.

In order to defeat evil and save the world with justice, Mr. Satan made a proposal!

"As long as Mr. Buu is present, nothing can hinder us!"

"A better tomorrow is just around the corner."

King is not good at talking, always with a cold face, as for Aaron...

Aaron expressed his support for Mr. Satan.

no way.

In fact, Mr. Satan's eloquence is good, and he has absolutely enough self-confidence.

Um!

In fact, the appearance of Majin Buu saved Mr. Satan and King at the center of the battlefield!

And the energy attack from this direction basically didn't spread too much.

This also leads directly to.

The orphanage area located in the rear fan-shaped area, and everyone in the soul gathering point are intact.

very good.

This is a certain victory for Piccolo.

but!

After two months of hibernation, Fat Buu was sound asleep, even Mr. Satan couldn't wake him up.

Difficult!

And at the same time.

With the arrival of the old god, Shaka felt the same aura as the old **** and Piccolo!

They are from the same world.

and…

Even if Fat Buu is in a deep sleep state, the powerful power contained in the collective.

Still not negligible.

…

"Mr Buu..."

Mixed in the soul, Shaka closed his eyes and meditated.

The name he was saying, this chubby pink guy.

Although it contains the power of terrifying destruction.

but…

In the strong induction of the golden saint, even the mind of Shaka who has penetrated the mysteries of gods and Buddhas.

This Mr. Buu was snoring and sleeping extremely soundly in the battlefield.

But unexpectedly simple, unexpectedly simple.

and…

Mr. Satan, who is familiar to the old gods, is a close friend of such an existence.

The connection between them is extremely close.

Um…

Also this is the power against evil!

"Two months!"

Shaka raised his head silently, although he closed his eyes tightly, he seemed to see through everything.

Even at such a distance, he could still hear Mr. Satan's howl.

fell into hibernation for two months.

So…

If Mr. Buu wakes up, can he attack Asmodeus? !

With such powerful assistance, it seems that he can also try to deal with the great demon, and even... other **** lords.

"The vortex in this city has been spreading, and I've seen more coming!"

Shaka knows.

Asmodeus is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and what he needs is greater chaos.

The hustle and bustle of the capital of **** is getting bigger and bigger.

The legend of the Dragon Ball, which can grant all wishes, has spread to other corners of hell.

And the old **** who can make dragon **** has also appeared here.

Um…

If the old god's secrets were to be discovered, his presence would cause even greater scrambles.

Everything is flowing in a vortex towards worse.

others.

Other big names in **** must be flocking too.

Is there really salvation in this hell? !

Shaka meditated silently, thinking about his next actions as always.

As for Mr. Buu's awakening...

"In the dark hell, the flow of time cannot be calculated, fallen souls..."

"Can we wait for two months to come?!"

…

at the same time.

In the Asmodeus Mansion in the center of the city, a great demon is suffering.

"No, I made a mistake?!"

Asmodeus snapped his stubby red fingers and counted over and over again.

"The ones who died were demons, and I'm getting tired of their squeaking faces."

The intuitive harvest of this **** fight.

Bewitched by Asmodeus, he entered the area where he could slaughter unscrupulously.

Those demons who turned to dust, everything they have turned into gold coins!

A devil's chip worth celebrating.

but…

What Asmodeus wanted more was the wailing of humans.

To build the capital of hell, a lot of human remains were used, and a lot of souls were thrown in.

Isn't it just for fun? !

But now...

Since the siege of Piccolo, Asmodeus has done three things in total.

First, set up the audience area and add a layer of protection.

Then.

All the chips that appear will be sucked into the soul vault by him.

at last.

It is he who has been enthusiastically calling for this grand event to be broadcast live for everyone in the entire city.

But now...

The most exciting stage of confrontation is over, and Piccolo started to play boxing with others.

This is starting to make little sense.

But Asmodeus counted the number in the soul treasury slightly, and found something was wrong.

There are not that many dead souls.

Um…

On the contrary, the panicked people in the protected area did not know when they increased so much.

Um…

It seems that when the demons didn't notice, they were transferred to the auditorium!

"who?!"

"And just now in such a fierce battle, Mr. Piccolo suddenly lost the wind!"

"this…"

Asmodeus' eyeballs flickered, and a different kind of interest suddenly appeared amidst doubts.

"It's my favorite backstab session again!"

"and…"

"It's scary, this guy must be trying to deal with me, am I going to die?!"

"Really been waiting!"

In the long and boring journey of tormenting souls in hell, it seems that Asmodeus has become a crazy batch.

Machima watched Asmodeus' performance, and she also became interested in this hidden guy.

"Do you need me to find him?!"

"It's my first day to work in the capital of hell, oh, yes..."

"The dead residue of the battlefield..."

Before Machima finished speaking, Asmodeus had already clapped his hands.

"I know, I know."

"This is already mentioned in the contract we signed just now, all the corpses you want are yours."

"Why does such a gentle girl have such a weird habit?!"

Following Asmodeus' call, the low-level demons who had been waiting outside the door for a long time came in.

"Master Asmodeus, according to your instructions, we have brought back the recyclables."

"Then quickly bring it in for me, what are you talking about?!"

Asmodeus flicked the microphone away from his hand, while holding several crystal **** in his paws.

Crystal clear and gleaming with magic, some familiar sights appeared within.

"Here you are!"

"No matter what you want, the magic soil will give you a response. After all...trapped in this hell, no one can break free!"

"It's just a dead shell, don't overplay it!"

Asmodeus said simply, and casually threw the crystal ball in his hand to Mazima.

"Hehehe."

Machima laughed.

The orange-circled pupils looked in through the crystal ball, and there appeared...

A giant with a white crescent beard and a shaggy cape of justice, a group of seawater with shark remains floating.

And...the rising skull with its rich toxicity.

"The Rose of the Poor!"

"I like this name very much, but unfortunately you are dead..."

Mazima said to herself, she put away the crystal ball in her hand, and the cooperation with Asmodeus went smoothly.

"Um…"

"So the guy hiding in the crowd, do you need to find out?!"

"No…"

Asmodeus looked at the city that belonged to him, there was billowing smoke and dust in a large area.

This smell of destruction is really wonderful.

"He will always come to me!"

"We don't have that time to delay, our new guests are coming soon!"

"Machima, I need you to come and receive me!"

…

The beautiful scenery in the center of the city does not need to be mentioned, but for the cruel battlefield.

For Shaka's concern, it's not the old god's concern now.

He has just arrived in the new world, and he doesn't know much about the structure of this hell.

The most important thing right now is to solve Piccolo!

Um…

And for Piccolo, the old **** also needs to be solved!

"Got you!"

Swish!

Moving past at high speed, Piccolo appeared not far from the old god.

Entered the battlefield area.

Piccolo naturally felt where the old **** was, and the target was locked!

He threw off Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara for the first time, and moved quickly.

"..."

Zhen Qianshou stopped punching.

There was a slight silence between Qianshou Zhujian, and he fell behind in terms of speed anyway.

It really has disadvantages when fighting.

"Hashirama!"

"Now is not the time to let him run away!"

Uchiha Madara was equally upset.

And for the advantages of the two of them, such a huge ninjutsu attack was displayed.

The battlefield is only two steps away.

However…

In this short interval of one or two seconds, a lot of things are enough to happen.

The Old Gods confront Piccolo.

Also decided to settle everything with Piccolo here.

Avoidance is not the solution, now is the time to let the source of the confusion go away.

And Piccolo...

"It seems that Shaka won't help you anymore!"

The feeling of Qi is pervasive, without the breath of Shaka, and the old **** with a circle of souls on his head.

besides…

Talking about Mr. Satan behind a pink fat man, and... boom boom boom boom!

The roar of imperial engines.

The strong and passionate accompaniment from King really stunned Piccolo.

"With such a weak breath, you are still alive!"

Piccolo lowered his head slightly, and frowned slightly after seeing Fat Buu.

"Is it because of this pink fat man?!"

"This is your confidence?!"

Piccolo raised his hand.

An extremely fast finger of magic light flashed past, and hit Mr. Buu's fat head straight.

"Mister Buu!"

From Mr. Satan's startled shout.

"!"

The emperor's engine suddenly climbed a level, and King's heart beat faster.

He felt like his heart was about to pop out of his throat.

very scary.

The enemy with a scary face suddenly came after him.

and…

It seems that there are still two of them, and one of them still has a circle on his head.

and…

Hey, Mr. Buu, who was said by Mr. Satan as the greatest helper, please don't sleep, okay? !

The opponent's light skills hit the face.

Fight back!

"Hurr... hiccup!"

Mr. Buu seemed to have dreamed of something delicious, and after hiccupping in satisfaction, he rolled over comfortably.

As for Piccolo's magic light finger on his face!

ah? !

Who is Piccolo? !

What is magic light finger, what does it taste like, is it delicious? !

"..."

Piccolo's expression became stiff at this moment.

really.

His spirit has dropped now, but no matter what with such fighting power.

It can't be so calm.

This pink fat man simply looked down on Piccolo, he was going to be so mad!

And it was when Piccolo was so slightly taken aback.

The old gods are gone.

He didn't run away this time, but got into King's body all at once!

"..."

King was confused.

What happened again, is the battle here still my business? !

And at this moment.

His heart echoed with the spiritual interaction of the old god.

"A strong man from human beings!"

"It is because of your perseverance and mental quality that we can work together to defeat Piccolo again!"

Very excited tone.

Because of Mr. Buu, Piccolo was distracted for a moment, and the old **** seized the opportunity.

And King's face was paralyzed!

Forehead…

Although I don't know exactly what happened, it is based on general common sense.

At this time, the existence of God entered the body, so it must be some kind of super kill.

If only this fight could be resolved quickly so we could all go back and rest.

Then as soon as possible.

A perfect consensus was reached, and the old **** possessed King's body.

Boom!

A small exchange, a rice cooker that Bic was absolutely familiar with, fell to the floor.

"ha!"

The strongest hero on the ground finally made a move, a blond man with a scar on his face.

Pointing at Piccolo with both hands, King made a standard pulling action.

gas!

At this moment, they began to gather and diffuse in front of the king.

"This is…"

Piccolo came back to his senses abruptly.

In order to seal the invincible evil force, it is a magical sealing skill created by a generation of martial arts masters and Master Wu Taidou!

Piccolo's most feared move.

"Magic seal wave..."

Before Piccolo had any more time to think, King shouted out these three words very calmly.

Well... actually the old gods are in control.

but…

Combined with the appearance of the strongest hero on the ground, the explosion of this move is simply earth-shattering.

Boom boom boom boom!

The continuous roar of the emperor's engine came, and the magic seal wave hit Piccolo in an instant!

pull!

Exhausting all the strength of the whole body ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ swept away like a whirlpool, thinking about the rice cooker on the ground!

"Successful!"

The old **** and King came to the most enthusiastic cheers in their consciousness.

Victory over evil is at hand, however...

"Ah!"

The inside has been hit by Mo Fengbo, but Piccolo's sneer came from it.

"Do you think... without a helper, I will be afraid of you, a waste?!"

The next moment!

The resistance in the seal has been greatly increased, it's hard to eat!

(end of this chapter)