Chapter 770 Piccolo the Great Demon King
How can it not be considered Super Holy Water? The guidance from Sage Kalin should have a similar effect to Super Holy Water.
This is mostly a placebo effect.
If you believe it works, then it really does have some effect.
"I really envy you guys. Why can't we fly up to this tower using a flying machine? Otherwise, I'd like to go up and take a look too."
Bulma felt a little disappointed. Although she had trained with Uncle Musashi for several days, it didn't mean that anyone could challenge the strength of Korin Tower.
The main reason is that I can't keep up with my physical strength, and this thing challenges a person's willpower.
If you lose your willpower, you might fall from mid-air, and the scene would be quite tragic.
Blue-haired Lanqi had no regrets; she simply gazed tenderly at Suzumiya Musashi. As long as she saw him return, she was already more than content.
Karin Uzumaki, with a bit of a childlike spirit, said boastfully, "Then you really are a bit of a pity, missing out on all the good stuff up there. There really is a celestial being living up there."
Although it's a chubby cat, it still has a high value.
After receiving this news, Bulma became even more envious, but this did not inspire her to continue practicing martial arts diligently.
After all, he was more interested in science than this.
"We also need to pass on a message to Sun Wukong. We need to go to Master Roshi's place. Do you want to come with us? Or should we send you back first?"
Suzumiya Musashi thought for a moment, realizing that time was running out and they would miss dinner if they delayed any longer, so he quickly asked the two of them what they thought.
"Since I have nothing else to do, I'll just go with you guys. Uncle Musashi, you won't kick me out, will you?"
Bulma pouted. What's the point of going back now?
He hadn't had enough fun yet, and he certainly didn't want to go back and face Brief's somewhat rigid teachings.
Blue-haired Lanqi didn't even need to say anything; she nodded vigorously, like she was pounding garlic.
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Suddenly, a spacecraft came into view in the vast ocean.
The person sitting inside the aircraft was none other than Dr. Gro, the former chief scientist of the Red Ribbon Army and its secret controller, who was anxiously searching for something.
"That doesn't make sense. According to the legend, that guy should be sealed in this area. How come we haven't been able to find him?"
Dr. Gro recalled the legend of Piccolo Daimaō, who was defeated by Mutaito and his two disciples.
But most importantly, that guy sacrificed his own life to release a Demon Sealing Wave, sealing Piccolo Daimaō inside the rice cooker.
Not many people know this legend, but he happens to be one of them.
"Finally found."
As the detector in his hand suddenly flashed, Dr. Groh's eyes flashed with excitement.
Aren't those guys supposed to be that arrogant?
He's lost all his experimental data and capital, so he'll find a once invincible demon king and transform him into an artificial human.
That way, everything will be foolproof.
He was quite confident that he could control the other party.
After all, Piccolo was sealed inside a rice cooker. If he didn't even have a chance to study him, he might as well just find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.
After accurately hooking the rice cooker with the spaceship's hook, Dr. Groh let out a sinister laugh and then quickly disappeared with the rice cooker.
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After Musashi Suzumiya disarmed the bomb inside Android 8, he silently guarded the area around the village.
His main concern was the Red Ribbon Army's potential return, but now that he had no worries, he was no longer afraid of them threatening him in that way.
But the worst fears still came true, even though the Red Ribbon Army's headquarters had been destroyed.
However, the leaders of his organization, Black Marshal and Dr. Gro, have not yet been eliminated. At Black Marshal's command, many people have already begun to move around the area.
It seems to be planning to grow into Android 8 to take revenge.
However, these guys were a bit more cautious and didn't launch indiscriminate attacks, probably because they were afraid of being wiped out by some righteous people again.
"No, if this continues, those guys will take over the area around the village again. I need to find someone to help me."
Upon noticing this situation, Android 8 immediately chose to hide.
As long as you stay hidden in the shadows, those people won't launch an attack.
After realizing that he was no match for such a large organization with his current strength, he made a wise decision: to find a powerful person to help him. As for who to find, that goes without saying.
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In the Temple of the Celestials, the celestial being, dressed in white robes, with an aged face and green skin, suddenly changed his expression.
"Oh no! The thing that sealed Piccolo Daimaō has been discovered and taken away. It's moving at such a high speed that even I can't sense where it is now."
Even Mr. Bobo, the servant standing to the side, whose expression had been calm and composed, changed his demeanor.
"Who on earth would do such a thing? We must stop him immediately, otherwise if the Great Demon King is released, the whole world will be in danger."
The god naturally knew the danger of this matter, or rather, no one understood better than him just how evil Piccolo was. But who could he turn to for help at this point?
Mutaito is dead, and we don't know if his apprentice, Master Roshi, will be able to help.
Forget it, let’s treat a dead horse as a live doctor.
The god sighed, his eyes flashing white light, and quickly pinpointed Master Roshi's exact location.
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"Wu Tian."
"Wu Tian."
"Who's calling me?"
At this moment, Gui Ximen was lying on a deck chair, enjoying a pleasant sunbath, but soon he realized that he seemed to be hallucinating.
It felt like someone was calling to him all around, but after looking around carefully, there was no one else. Oolong and Krillin were still fast asleep in the room.
"Wu Tian, it's me."
"God?!"
Master Roshi, who was still hesitating whether he was hallucinating, immediately had his long-dormant memories restored after hearing that somewhat familiar voice.
If I remember correctly, that was the voice of a god from many years ago.
"That's right, it's me. The rice cooker that sealed Piccolo Daimaō has been taken away. I'm not sure of its exact location right now, I only have a general direction. I need you."
The words of the gods are very sincere; they don't immediately tell you that you must do something.
