Dragon Ball God Mu

"Damn it, who is this guy? How can he have such a powerful energy? When did there be such a master on the earth?" Piccolo roared angrily in his heart, and the two sharp demon teeth were almost broken.

There are so many powerful people on earth, when can he clear the obstacles and complete his rule of the world?

Extreme anger and unwillingness filled Bick's heart.

"Hey!" Birgil looked at Piccolo with interest, seeming to be a little interested in his will. Suddenly, Birgier increased his momentum, and suddenly he seemed to be in the vast ocean. Piccolo felt that his The body is constantly rolling, and the soul is frozen by this power.

Boom!

The huge momentum crushed him, and cracks quickly appeared in the stone pillars under his feet. Then more and more cracks appeared, and the broken stones fell one after another. Piccolo and the rocks fell to the ground, and a "person" was quickly crushed out of the ground. The depression of the glyph.

Gritting his teeth and standing up, Piccolo tried his best to get up, but it was like a huge mountain was pressing down on him, preventing him from moving.

After a while, Birgil glanced at the panting Bic and quietly put away his momentum.

"Not bad. Although the strength is extremely fragile, the will in him still has some merits." Piccolo's combat power is only about 300. Such power is nothing like that in Birgil's eyes. The only thing that makes him What caught his eye was Piccolo's rather strong fighting spirit.

"Who are you? How come I didn't know there was a strong man like you on earth?" Piccolo struggled to get up from the ground and looked at Birgil with a complicated expression.

During this time, he had learned about the history of the earth. Except for Mu Yang, the god of martial arts who had resisted the invasion of demons and seemed to be quite powerful, Piccolo ignored everyone else. But the appearance of this person in front of him broke his cognition.

From another angle, the other party could just release a little bit of momentum at will, and it would suppress him and prevent him from moving. If it were a head-on confrontation, he would probably be completely killed without even a chance to fight back.

Birgil smiled: "I am not an Earthling, but a Namekian like you."

Piccolo's pupils shrank: "What a Namekian? I am the king of the demon clan."

Birgil shook his head: "Ignorant, with your strength you can't even be considered a soldier among the demons. It's ridiculous to call yourself the king of the demons."

"How dare you say that!!"

When Piccolo heard this, he felt angry. He, the majestic king of the demon clan, was actually called a soldier by the man in front of him? How can I bear this! However, facing Birgil, what Piccolo was about to say was stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak at all.

After all, the other party has such a powerful force, and it seems that there is no need to deceive himself.

"Boy, for the sake of being a Namekian, I will teach you how to change the evil spirit in your body! The power of demons, especially the power of low-level demons... remaining in your body will only lower your potential. It’s okay not to have such power.”

"Can you make me stronger?" Piccolo didn't completely believe what Birgil said, but his desire to become stronger made him unable to help but ask.

"It depends on your own will. No matter how much others do, they can't help you."

"You just said that I am a Namekian?"

"Yes, as you can see, the Namekians are all like us. Your parents were Namekians who had to leave and fled to Earth due to the climate catastrophe on Namek, so essentially you shouldn't Become a demon." The words were of course full of disdain for the demons. You must know that the Namekians are a race that respects nature and loves peace, and there are very few evil people.

Birgil naturally did not want to see a tribesman with a powerful talent continue to degenerate.

"..."

Regarding the identity of the Namekians mentioned by Bill Gil, Piccolo remained silent and did not say anything.

"Go on." At this time, Birgil threw a cloth bag towards Bick, and Bick took it reflexively.

"What is this?"

Opening the bag, Bick saw that there were dozens of green dry flat beans inside the cloth bag. They were completely dehydrated and looked particularly ugly.

What's this? Bic stared at the beans in his hand and suddenly felt ridiculous.

This seemingly very powerful Namekian appeared in front of him inexplicably. After giving him a show of strength, he also gave him dozens of beans. What did he want to do?

"This is called fairy bean. You will soon know its usefulness."

Birgil said indifferently that these fairy beans were treasures he got from Mu Yang. If not for the fact that the other party was a rare fighting Namekian, Birgil would not have taken them out at all.

"Crack!" Piccolo picked up a fairy bean and crushed it in his mouth. Suddenly, he found an astonishing vitality spreading in his mouth, and all the previous fatigue and pain miraculously disappeared.

"This thing... is so magical..." Piccolo's eyes suddenly widened. He clenched his fists with endless energy, and then looked at the dozens of fairy beans left in the bag, as if he was looking at the world. A rare treasure.

"Great, with this thing, what do I have to fear? The whole world will be mine sooner or later." Piccolo shouted excitedly, and the devilish energy on his body was exuded again.

"Don't get carried away!"

Birgil's face turned cold, he flapped his arms, and slapped Bic away. The powerful force made Piccolo rush all the way, and after smashing several stone pillars in succession, his body was embedded in the rocky cliff in embarrassment.

Birgil pulled Bic off the stone wall: "Boy, I also asked for these fairy beans from others. How can you waste it like this!"

Piccolo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Birgil with bright eyes.

"Master, I already know how powerful you are, please teach me martial arts."

"It depends on your consciousness!"

A smile appeared on Birgil's lips.

…

A few months later.

The night is slightly cool and the moon is bright in the sky.

The night in the desolate Yunzebit Highlands is still cold and lonely. Piccolo is wearing a cloak and condensing energy in the sky.

Suddenly he stared forward, a ray of light suddenly flashed in his black pupils, and a horrified aura burst out from his eyes, hitting the rock wall not far away.

With a bang, fine stones fell down.

At this moment, Piccolo's momentum rose crazily, rising several times in just a few seconds. His arms suddenly opened, and a hemispherical flash of light suddenly spread around Piccolo, like a star. The sun rose from the horizon, and the vast highlands were instantly illuminated.

With a rumble, a huge mushroom cloud rose up, and the entire Yunzebit Highlands trembled. The terrible storm directly destroyed the raised rocks and swept over.

Piccolo released the power in his body to his heart's content. At this moment, he felt as if the world was under his control.

"Hahaha, I did it, my strength increased several times."

After several months of hard training day and night, Piccolo was constantly trained like hell by Birgil. Although the process was arduous, he finally displayed an extremely powerful move today, which felt quite rewarding after all the hard work.

Looking at the stone wall he destroyed and the scorched earth collapsing below, Piccolo felt that everything was worth it.

High in the air, Birgil put his hands behind his back, looked at the energetic Piccolo below, and nodded slightly: "Although the evil spirit on his body has not been completely removed, the faint desire to fight has suppressed the evil spirit. Not bad, not bad, he is indeed a fighting type. The Namekians."

"It's a pity that the origin and soul are missing, otherwise it may not be possible to become a Super Namekian!"

All dragons with excellent talents have extraordinary potential. If Piccolo is in a complete state, he will have more development potential than Slug.

It's such a pity now.