Dragon Ball Perfect World

"A little dizzy……"

Tang En supported his waist with one hand and lightly covered his forehead with the other, and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Did Wes save me? Where were the others?"

Tang En turned around and looked around, looking at the dim sky, and felt an inexplicable twitch in his heart.

rumbling rumbling...

The sky was dark, heavy dark clouds piled up, and thunder rolled.

Soon, it began to rain.

patter.

In the wilderness, the environment is lonely, and there seems to be no human habitation.

Tang En soon realized that he might be finished, because there was a halo on his head, and he died...

The problem is, he doesn't know how he died.

With a sigh, Tang En squatted on the ground, looking at the lightning in the sky and his own halo... and fell into a long silence...

No matter what, everyone will revive me...

If there was a cigarette here at this moment, Tang En, who never smoked, would probably have one.

Half an hour later...in this wilderness, a house with the logo of the Magnum Group appeared.

Tang En was sitting at the table in the room, holding a hot coffee specially selected by Bulma for him in his hand. He was already silently waiting for his resurrection...

Now Tang En already knows his current basic situation, one good news and one bad news...

The good news is that he can feel that his strength has not weakened at all. Tang En, who has absorbed a lot of demonic energy, can even feel that he has become stronger.

The bad news is...his teleportation is gone, which makes Tang En feel a little panicked for no reason.

This is the feeling Tang En feels whenever things develop beyond his expectations.

Satan...still has the ability to take away power?

Or for other reasons, Tang En has no way of knowing.

Time passed little by little, and Tang En remained silent, quietly looking at the scene outside through the window in the house.

"Hey, did I read that right? Hehe, why is there a house here?" said an alien with a red face and a rhinoceros horn on his head.

There also happened to be a halo on his head, and he was obviously a dead guy.

"There seems to be someone inside, let me treat him well! Hahahaha..."

The Niujiao spaceman stood firm, and then sent out a huge light wave to the room in the distance. With a bang, there was a violent explosion in front of him, with smoke billowing and dust everywhere...

"Tch! It's boring..."

The horned man thought this was some newly deceased ruthless character, but he didn't expect it to be so useless.

"What are you doing?" Tang En asked.

"Who?!"

The horned man immediately turned around, and saw a man with a plain face standing behind him. Such a sudden movement scared him to take a few steps back.

"Who are you?!"

"It's not good to attack me if you don't know who I am..."

Tang En's expression was calm, but he felt a little sulky in his heart. He thought about it carefully again, and found more doubts.

He is dead, but he has never seen the King of Hell. He was sent here directly. Weiss has not seen him either, which is even more wrong.

From his point of view, his own life represents... How could he allow Vesta, or the great priest?

"That person just now was you? What an incredible speed. Which universe were you from when you were alive? Maybe you've heard of me."

Tang En turned a deaf ear to the words of the dead man in front of him, and asked directly, "Where is this place?"

The horned man sneered: "A newbie trying to paralyze yourself? Let me tell you, this is hell!"

He stretched out his arms as if to embrace the world: "Hey, this is where we belong, isn't it?"

"Your words are so annoying!"

Tang En exhaled foul breath, turned around and struck out with a palm, the tauren in front of him instantly turned into a pile of ashes...

"Whether it is hell... I will judge for myself."

Tang En stared at the minotaur's body powder as it was gradually pieced together, and then his body appeared out of thin air again. This directly made Tang En sure that the two of them were really dead.

Because only dead people will not continue to die...

He once studied the halo above his head, which is like a power bank with unlimited energy. The dead will not feel any fatigue or lack of strength here, and will not "die" again.

But it was obvious that the Minotaur's expression changed drastically after his resurrection. How could he not know that he had already died once?

"It's such a powerful guy... It's over this time!" The horned man had a horrified expression.

"You seem to be very afraid, and I can't continue to kill you, why are you so afraid?"

The tauren's expression suddenly changed, and his expression became extremely flattering: "Sir, as you said, you are so much stronger than the younger one, how can I not be afraid of you?"

"Then, is this really hell?"

There was a hint of doubt in the horned man's expression, but naturally he did not dare to be as negligent as before: "Sir, this is indeed hell. I have been here for six years, and I still have 490 years of punishment..."

hell?Tang En smiled, are you kidding me? Is it true that the overlord of the universe can only go to jail after he dies?

Tang En smiled and said: "So, you were sentenced to 500 years? Is this punishment light or heavy?"

The horned man became angry when he heard this: "That abominable King of Hell, sentenced me to 500 years of imprisonment, and I will be punished soon. In this hell, just because I killed everyone." I really regret not using more cruel methods to abuse the indigenous people of this place!"

"But..." the horned man's voice changed, and his expression suddenly became gloating: "Some people are even worse. They are hung on a tree and endure the scenes they hate most day and night, haha …”

"Really?" Tang En's smile disappeared, and he once again destroyed the horned man in front of him.

Afterwards, Tang En took steps and ran wildly for four hours. He met many people along the way. Some of them were hung on trees, unable to break free, and became mummies. Some were drowned in the black water. The air is rancid, some are walking on the road in a daze, and some are in groups, aimlessly destroying everything in front of them...

All kinds of things...their consciousness is being dragged into the abyss by an invisible force. They are a group of people with the strongest desires, but this world is indeed the most barren world...

This land is desolate. If we really stay here for 500 years, no, in 50 years, the horned man will not have the vitality he did just now...

Twain waved his hand to destroy an unlucky guy who had lost himself, been stuck in a fantasy for many years, and was about to attack him, and then walked into a corner of hell.

There are still remains here that are suspected to be the remains of a battlefield. It is a ruins. The gray bones, broken armor, and rusted weapons are almost integrated with the land.

Tang En stopped and reached out to touch, the dilapidated remains were already weathered and immediately shattered.

Tang En was even more at a loss...