The Way of Dragon Ball Asks the Heavens

At the same time.

In the seventh universe of the great special space, in the endless turbulence of the void, three angels and several angels who came to help one after another were discussing the next countermeasures.

Wu Feng and others who returned to their own time and space, except Wu Feng, all without exception entered the dark demon world again, enjoying the acceleration of time hundreds of times.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, another year has passed in the outside world.

At this moment, there are only three years left before the start time of the Conference of Power set by the great priest.

At this moment, Wu Taidou has complete control over the dark demon world.

Except for a few people, everyone else, such as Broly, Sun Wukong, Piccolo, blond Lan Qi, Wu Meng, Tianjin Fan and others, all chose to stop without exception.

No longer continue to practice as hard as before.

Everyone gathered in front of Wu Feng and asked Wu Feng for advice on how to continue to become stronger.

"Master, after nearly hundreds of years of practice, Broly and I, as well as Piccolo, Wu Meng, Leping and others have all fallen into a huge bottleneck, and our strength cannot be increased even a little bit. What should we do next?

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Sun Wukong scratched the back of his head and said with a distressed look on his face.

"Yes! Ancestor of the God of War, how should we continue to practice next?" Wu Meng looked at Wu Feng expectantly.

When the others saw this, they all bowed and begged: "Please, Lord Martial God, show me a clear path!"

When Wu Feng saw this, he looked kind and chuckled: "Haha~, do you know why after practicing hard for hundreds of years, your strength has not improved at all?"

"This, this!" Hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought.

It wasn't until more than a minute later that the youngest Sun Wuhan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and hesitated uncertainly:

"Master, but because your potential has been exhausted?"

Wu Feng nodded slightly with satisfaction towards Sun Wufan and affirmed: "Yes, the reason why you have been practicing hard for tens or hundreds of years without increasing your strength is because each of you has exhausted your own bloodline potential."

"So that's it, the potential of the bloodline has been exhausted."

Sun Wukong and others suddenly realized this, and then they frowned, worried, and asked anxiously: "Then what should we do next?"

"I've thought about it carefully. If you want to continue to become stronger, you have a total of three options, or three paths for reference."

Having said this, Wu Feng paused and glanced attentively. His eyes were staring at him, with nervous and uneasy expressions on his face. When he saw that everyone's eyes were shining with desire, they raised their ears.

Then he continued to hold out a finger and said leisurely: "The first way is to learn from that boy Bardock and realize to become a god on your own.

Of course, this path has some hard requirements, that is, the normal combat power must be at least 100 billion.

Among you, currently only Broly, Lapis, Piccolo, and Nannan have reached the standard."

After a pause, after seeing the expressions of realization on the faces of the people he named, Wu Feng then raised two fingers and said lightly:

"The second path is easy to say, but neither simple nor simple. That is to sink your mind and devote yourself wholeheartedly to the practice of internal martial arts, constantly break through the bottlenecks of realms, transform the essence of one's life, and increase the maximum potential of one's own bloodline.

This path is suitable for all of you, except for Bardock, who has become a god, has mastered it, and formed his own path."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for everyone with wry smiles to speak, Wu Feng continued: "As for the third point, you need to challenge your respective understandings.

See if you can break the rules, create miracles, and understand what is extremely difficult, profound, and obscure for all the gods in the universe - the ultimate self-consciousness skill."

After saying that, Wu Feng gave his disciple Sun Wukong a somewhat thoughtful look.

I thought to myself: I wonder if in the Power Conference three years later, he will be as cheating as in the original work, and in just a few dozen minutes, he will fully understand the ultimate freedom of mind.

Thinking about it, if he didn't intervene, he would definitely do it.

Just because who calls him a pig's foot, who calls him Sun Wukong.

It is destined to be unexpected and surprising, creating one miracle after another that is impossible in the eyes of the world.

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At this moment, after learning why they and others could not continue to become stronger, and the three specific methods to continue to become stronger, everyone immediately said goodbye and left one after another.

Then everyone will practice hard according to the path they have chosen.

It is worth mentioning that thanks to the internal martial arts practiced by many small practitioners, it can be said that it is a low-end version of the Zizijiyi Gong "Send in the Mind First".

Therefore, all the disciples who had laid the foundation for practicing the "Free Ultimate Intention Kung Fu" in advance did not hesitate to choose the third path mentioned by Wu Feng just now.

It is also the most difficult path.

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Time flies, time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed in the outside world, and the disciples in the dark demon world have been practicing for hundreds of years.

In the past few hundred years, in the first hundred years, Sun Wukong took the lead in comprehending the first level of the Self-Free Ultimate Intention Kung Fu, or the entry-level Self-Free Sign state.

In the second hundred years, Broly followed closely and barely comprehended the Omen of Freedom.

In the third hundred years, unexpectedly, two people appeared in succession who had realized the Omen of Freedom, namely Wu Feng's eldest disciple "Wu Nannan" and Wu Meng, a "natural martial arts idiot" like Sun Wukong.

In less than a hundred years, none of the remaining people came into contact with the Omen of Freedom Realm. Even with the foundation of "taking care first", the remaining few people were still trapped.

Block Vegeta, Lapis, Piccolo, Tianjin Fan and others from outside the door, preventing them from entering.

Seeing that after more than three hundred years, they still stopped outside the door, Vegeta and the others immediately sighed softly as if they were resigned to their fate. Those with lonely expressions may have chosen the first path to realize and become gods on their own.

Or choose the second path and devote yourself wholeheartedly to the practice of internal martial arts in the following days.

Although Wu Feng saw the choices made by all the little guys, he never interfered with any of them from beginning to end and allowed them to be completely free.

He devoted himself to helping Wu Taidou make the crucial leap, and then transformed the carp into a dragon and became a god.

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Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and moon fly like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, two years passed quickly.

At this moment, it was already time for the power conference set by the great priest to be officially held.

Zhongxiao, who had collectively left seclusion a week in advance and returned to the earth for recreation and relaxation for a week, were now led by Wu Feng.

First, he teleported to the Kaioshin Realm and met up with the already prepared angel Whis, the God of Destruction Beerus, the two Kaioshins, and the two contestants Frieza and Merlin Guichi selected by the Kaioshins.

Then, under the leadership of Kaiowen Asin, they instantly arrived at the large venue "Wu no Kai" specially selected for holding the Tournament of Power.

The next second——

When Wu Feng and others arrived, they immediately discovered that their group was the last to arrive.

At this moment, after seeing the last batch of gods from the seventh universe and all the contestants taking their places, the great priest who was the host and referee of the competition immediately said loudly:

"Now I declare that in the 3,135,500,000th year of the king's calendar, the first Conference of Power has officially begun."