When he came to the center of the council, the Emperor of Heaven instructed the immortal officials to prepare a banquet, and he knew that Li Hao liked to drink tea, so he took out the tea set and began to make tea.

"After the end of the council, most of the races issued a statement on the official website of the parliament to apologize, but now there are still some people who have no one in their eyes and are holding a fluke mentality, ignoring the announcement of the council and being indifferent to the matter. The Heavenly Emperor explained lightly, and under that calm voice was as angry as a volcano about to erupt.

"Which monks are bent on seeking death?" Li Hao frowned slightly when he heard this, under such a general trend, those who dare to do this, except for fools, are to rely on, and naturally there are no fools among the monks, that is, there is something to rely on.

"There are the Golden Horns, the Fishmen, the Shura and the Devourers. "The Emperor of Heaven opened his mouth and said, these four races, the Golden Horn Clan is the servant clan of the Taiqing Saint of the previous generation, the Fishman Clan has the Shangqing descendants of this generation, and the Shura Clan is the subsidiary race of the Blood Saint, as for the Devouring Clan, it is a race that feeds on immortals, and they do not deal with any race.

"Didn't Councilor Niu bring up the issue for the sake of the Golden Horn?" Li Hao was slightly stunned, this is simply unrepentant, others stand up for them, but they ignore it.

"That's right! They rely on the power of the saint and don't take anyone seriously!" the Heavenly Emperor said gritting his teeth, these races, except for the mortal enemy Devouring Race, the other three races are all related to the Holy Race, and it is really difficult to deal with them, and what they do is a great blow to the prestige of the Council and the Heavenly Emperor.

"The saint is not an immortal existence, we gather all the monks of the flood wilderness, form a large array, ask the Heavenly Dao to contain it, slaughtering the saint is not a problem, why should the Emperor of Heaven be angry?" Li Hao looked at the gate of the council center with a faint smile, and slowly spoke.

"The deputy speaker thinks that he wants to send troops?" The Heavenly Emperor was overjoyed when he heard this, he was very worried that Li Hao was unwilling to confront the saint and refused to contribute.

"Of course, we have to send troops, this is the general trend, even if it is a saint, it must not be disobeyed, and the expelled Sanqing is the best example. Li Hao nodded and said with certainty. He has a plan in his heart, the new generation of Shangqing heirs is in the Fish-Man Clan, and it is difficult to find traces, so it is better to directly force the other party to appear.

"Great goodness! When the one-month deadline is reached, we will send troops to fight against these four races. The Emperor of Heaven was overjoyed and immediately made up his mind.

At this time, in the Netherworld Blood Sea, a handsome and bewitching man with a blood-red body, wearing a red robe, waist-length red hair, carrying two swords on his back, floating in the blood water, and looking handsome and bewitching, opened his eyes, he was the Blood Saint Styx, the Lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

"Why are there so many headlines lately?" Styx was originally in retreat and cultivating, but suddenly on a whim, he woke up, and he wanted to find out the reason, so he picked up the Skynet receiver.

As the Holy Soul Power swept by, information such as Li Hao's return, the appearance of the Dragon Ball, the subduation of Fengzu, the convening of the council, the establishment of the council, and the unification of the forces of the Flood Desolation all came into Styx's mind.

"I see!Is the Heavenly Dao irreversible?" "The River Styx has existed since ancient times, and it is only by virtue of caution that he survived, he smiled and sent a message that he would not continue to retreat.

In the Endless Sea Fish-Man Clan's residence, in a very wide palace group, many fish-people are drinking and feasting, this kind of scene has been commonplace since the young clan of the Fish-Man Clan has been inherited from the Shangqing Dynasty.

"Patriarch, my clan has a saint, it is the top force in the flood wilderness, it's ridiculous that the emperor of heaven wants us such a noble race to be the head soldier for him, I really don't know what to do!"

A fish-man raised his wine glass and laughed loudly, his whole body fluttering, as if he was a great being.

"That's right! The status of the patriarch is much higher than that of the Emperor of Heaven! What is the Emperor of Heaven? ”

Another fish-man monk raised his wine glass and shouted loudly, beckoning his brother and leading his brother, and drank it together.

The patriarch of the fish-man clan seemed to be complacent, thinking that they were just a very ordinary race at the beginning, and they would occasionally be bullied, since his son got the inheritance of the Shangqing Dynasty, the monks of the entire Endless Sea who learned the news, who did not respect him, were all gifted and greeted, and the Emperor of Heaven was just a character who needed to come to see him in his eyes.

In the Golden Horn Tribe's residence in the north of the Flood Wilderness, everything seems to be very calm, since the Taiqing Sage left the Flood Wilderness, the Golden Horn Tribe's move here because they don't deal with the Terrans.

"Patriarch, the Honghuang Council has given us a month, and we really don't bother with it?" Some people from the Golden Horn Clan had different opinions on this matter and ran to ask the Golden Horn Patriarch.

"We have a relationship with the Taiqing Sage, what does the Heavenly Court do? They can't make any waves, I think when the Emperor of Heaven saw me, he would still be called the King of the Golden Horn!" The Golden Horn Patriarch waved his hand disapprovingly, with the Sage as the backstage, he was full of confidence, there was nothing to care about, and besides, the Taiqing Sage had been gone for a long time, and now was the time for people to re-understand the prestige of the Sage

"Patriarch, the problem is that the Sage Master is not here now, are we really not in danger?" reminded the Golden Horn Clansman worriedly.

"If the master is not here, let people know the prestige of the master, there is no need to say more!" The golden horn patriarch waved his hand and drove people away.

In the land of smoke barrier in the north of the flood wilderness, there is a terrifying race, outsiders call them the devouring race, their whole body is dark, full of bone spurs, pointed heads and limbs, human-like, they have lived in the underground of the land of smoke barrier for many years, they feed on immortals, use the poison of the land of smoke barrier as a natural barrier, to avoid several crusades of the heavenly court, they have existed for a long time.

"Patriarch, Heavenly Court has established a council, if we don't go, we will become the target of crusade, what should we do?" When some Devouring Clan members met the Devouring Patriarch, they couldn't help but worry in their hearts, so they opened their mouths to ask.

"If we don't go, we will become a target, if we go, won't we be sent to death?" The Devouring Patriarch said that he was very helpless, who told them to make too many enemies, and it was unknown whether they could reach Heaven alive after leaving the land of smoke barriers.

"So what are we going to do?" the Devourer couldn't help but cry.

"For a long time, we have no problem as long as we hide in this smoke barrier, and this time will be no exception, don't worry!" the Devouring Patriarch waved his hand and spoke in comfort.

"Yes!" the Devouring Clan nodded, the barrier of the Smoke Barrier Land has always been their reliance for a long time, and this time should be no exception.

"Remember! Hide! Hide! Prepare to fight hard!" Although the Devouring Patriarch seemed relaxed, he couldn't help but ask, this time it was too unusual.