Little Wu Hao's analysis was clear and logical, and Wutian also nodded slightly from time to time.
After pondering for a while, Wutian asked, "Should we include the Ice Demon King and the others?"
"No, they are not your trusted subordinates. After killing the fake gods, they will not return the Extreme Grade Holy Weapons to you. This kind of deal is not worth it. Besides, with their current strength, as long as they do not confront the fake gods head-on, they will not be in danger."
Wutian nodded.
In the past, the Ice Demon King and the Flood Dragon Emperor had done him a favor, but these years of contributions, including letting them go to the Star Realm to cultivate, should be repaid.
Little Wu Hao said sharply, "Actually, according to my idea, when the four divine beasts are resurrected and Shishi and Xiao Yi come out of seclusion, we can declare war on the fake gods."
"How long will they be in seclusion?" Wutian knew that the four divine beasts would be resurrected at most ten years, but since Shishi and Xiao Yi had inherited the Fox God's inheritance, there was no fixed time.
"At most, no more than a hundred years."
Sure enough, Little Wu Hao was not sure.
Suddenly, Little Wu Hao said with a sneaky smile, "Bastard, you still don't know, this time I got a treasure."
"What treasure?" Wutian was stunned.
"Think about it, when something happened to Shishi, will Xiao Yi be very sad? When she is sad, won't her tears flow down? "
"You …"
Wutian was furious. Shishi almost died, and Little Wu Hao, this bastard, still had the mood to collect Xiao Yi's tears. How heartless.
But before he could speak, Little Wu Hao waved her little hand and took out a palm-sized jade bottle filled with tears from her arms. She said lightly, "I did this for the good of everyone. If you are not happy, you can throw it away."
"You're really shameless!" Wutian gnashed his teeth, his eyes spitting fire.
Little Wu Hao clearly knew that it was impossible for him to shed tears, yet she still made such a gesture. It was obvious that she was toying with him. He did not hold back, and said, "Let the Hand of God give birth to an Innate Weapon Spirit first. As for Han Tian and the others, you can do as you see fit."
The Hand of God was the Saint Weapon that suited him the most, other than the God Slayer.
It was just that in these years, with the increase of his strength, the Hand of God had no use at all. He had been keeping it in the Spiritual Vein to nourish it. Now that he had Xiao Yi's tear, he naturally wanted to awaken its Weapon Soul as soon as possible.
"Hypocrite!" Little Wu Hao was extremely disdainful. Then, she asked curiously, "The Sacred Tree was taken away by Xian Bitong. Why don't you look worried at all?"
"Why should I be worried? The ones who should be worried should be the God Race." Wutian's eyes flashed with a cold light, and secretly told Little Wu Hao his plan.
"Damn, so this is what you're planning. But you're really ruthless. The Sacred Tree is a divine object of the God Race. The God King will definitely guard it personally. In this way, no matter what decision he makes or what order he gives, it won't escape your eyes and ears.
Moreover, when we rush to the God Realm in the future, they will definitely obstruct us in every possible way. At that time, we will be able to catch a turtle in a jar. Just thinking about this kind of thing makes me feel refreshed, haha … "
Little Wu Hao laughed proudly.
Wutian's face also had a touch of coldness.
When the laughter stopped, Little Wu Hao said, "Okay, no more nonsense. I'll go find Shang Xuan and start awakening the Innate Weapon Spirit."
Wutian: "Wait, I don't know how to talk about Shang Xuan's grandson's death. I think it should be better for you, as the Master, to talk about it."
Little Wu Hao nodded, with a trace of melancholy, and entered the Star Realm.
After sending the God Slayer into the Star Realm, Wutian sat cross-legged in the void, looking into the distance. He couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness, permeating between heaven and earth.
The appearance of the three elders of the God Race brought too much damage to the Eastern Region. Even if the God Race was uprooted, it would not be enough to quell the anger of the public.
"Xu Yan, Tang Yun, you will not die in vain. The God Race will be buried with you!" Wutian murmured, closed his eyes, and began to communicate with the Heavenly Tree.
After a hundred breaths, Wutian finally connected with the Heavenly Tree, and a magnificent scene immediately appeared in front of him.
The Sacred Tree was Wutian's second medium. What the Sacred Tree could see, he could naturally see.
In short, it was as if Wutian was in the Divine World.
The Immortal Realm was extremely vast. As far as the eye could see, it was impossible to see its borders. Below the divine tree was a huge city with majestic buildings. Outside the city, there was a stretch of undulating mountain range. The strange peaks were beautiful, the water rippled, and white clouds floated above the mountain streams. It was like a fairyland.
It was hard to imagine, such a beautiful place, how could there be such ruthless people like the three elders? Wutian was angry in his heart, the people of the God Race were not worthy of living here.
"Big Brother, come to the Deity King Palace, I have something to discuss with you." Suddenly, a voice full of majesty came from a palace.
Wutian's divine sense extended. The divine sense here was not referring to himself, but the Sacred Tree.
The Sacred Tree's divine sense had an advantage, even if the Deity King discovered it, he would not care.
When his divine sense entered the palace, Wutian immediately found that the Deity King Palace seemed to have been built not long ago.
What he didn't know was that the original Divine King's Palace had already been destroyed by the Heaven Connecting Rope. This Divine King's Palace had been personally built by the Divine King using his great magic power. There were no decorations or decorations in the palace, only five wooden chairs covered in pure white beast hides. They were placed neatly in the center of the hall.
In the center of the five chairs, there was a tea table with boiling tea, and the fragrance of tea spread for thousands of miles.
A middle-aged man with a majestic figure and a dignified appearance, dressed in white, leaned against the main seat with one arm resting on his lap and the other on the coffee table. He stretched out his index finger and gently tapped it rhythmically.
Beside the middle-aged man, there was a young woman, and Wutian was very familiar with this woman, it was Xian Bitong!
Xian Bitong did not speak, holding a cup of tea with her head lowered, no one knew what she was thinking.
In the entire hall, only the sound of boiling tea and tapping could be heard, it was incomparably silent.
After a while, an old man with white hair and a white beard strode into the hall, and when he arrived in front of the tea table, he cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Deity King."
The Deity King stopped tapping, looked at the old man in front of him, and sighed, "Big brother, out of the five of us, only the two of us are left, let's skip the formalities!"
The person who came was the Deity Race's Grand Elder!
The Grand Elder hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Since Fifth Brother said so, this old man will respectfully accept."
"Greetings, Uncle." Xian Bitong stood up and bowed.
The Grand Elder smiled and said, "Bitong, you were able to bring the Sacred Tree back to the Divine World, which is equivalent to saving the Deity Race's lifeline, I will definitely reward you handsomely."
"Thank you, Uncle." Xian Bitong smiled faintly, stretched out her hand and said, "Uncle, please have a seat."
After the two sat down, Xian Bitong picked up the teapot and poured tea for the Grand Elder. The Deity King picked up the teacup, and while sipping the tea, he said, "Big brother, you should know why I called you here this time, tell me your thoughts!"
After pondering for a moment, the Grand Elder said, "I think it's feasible, whether it's the divine beings or the people of the Holy World, they all see us as a different race, and who knows when they will make a move against us. If we cooperate with the Celestial realm, the Holy World will have to weigh the pros and cons before making a move."
"What? Father, Uncle, you want to cooperate with the Celestial realm? "Xian Bitong exclaimed, the teapot in her hand slipped, and the tea splashed all over the floor.
The Deity King put down the teacup and said, "Bitong, you are the most outstanding person among the younger generation of the Divine World, father will not hide it from you, from the moment your three uncles were killed by the Heaven Piercing Chains, I already had the idea of cooperating with the Celestial realm."
Xian Bitong hurriedly said, "Father, this is absolutely not feasible, if we cooperate with the Celestial realm, it will be like asking a tiger for its skin, it will do us no good at all."
The Deity King sighed, "Of course I know this, but we have no other choice."
The Grand Elder glanced at his little niece and said with a smile, "Deity King, Bitong has been obedient and sensible since she was a child, and her wisdom is outstanding, why don't we listen to her inner thoughts and then make a decision?"
The Deity King frowned and looked at the daughter beside him who did not like him, as if she had something to say. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Very well, then say it."
"Uncle, father, our Divine Race has declined to the point where we don't even have a Great Emperor. In the eyes of the people of the Samsara Continent, we are like gods, but in the eyes of the people of the Celestial realm, we are nothing. Any one of them can easily overturn the Divine Race, do you think they will cooperate with us?
Even if they agree to cooperate with us, I dare to say that they are not after something else, such as the Sky-reaching Divine Wood of our race, they want to use us as cannon fodder.
Father, uncle, you know the people of the Celestial realm better than I do, there is nothing they won't do. If we cooperate with them, not only will we not gain any advantage, but we will also accelerate the extinction of the Divine Race. "
"Another point, now that the people of the Holy World have begun to suspect us, if they receive the news, they will definitely come to eliminate us immediately. When the army of the Holy World arrives, the Divine Race will only have one ending, that is, destruction."
"As for the people of the Celestial realm, don't expect them to come to our rescue. To put it bluntly, they will not go to war with the Holy World for the sake of a Divine Race that is even less than an ant."
Finally, although the God Clan has declined, at its peak, it was still the leader of the Hundred Clans, second only to the Nine Great Heaven Defying Battle Clans. If we do something like seeking refuge with the Heaven Realm, then the people of the God Clan, including our descendants, will be ridiculed by the world forever, unable to raise their heads. "
Hearing this, the Deity King and Grand Elder fell silent.
After a while, the Grand Elder said, "Bitong, do you have any ideas?"
Xian Bitong smiled, "Bitong does have a plan, but I don't know if uncle and father are willing to listen."
The Deity King said, "Speak."
Xian Bitong said, "The Holy World is not a monolithic block, the Nine Great Fighting Races have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, and even the Holy Lord can't do anything about it. We can cooperate with the Illusion Fighting Race, this way, not only will we be able to recover the reputation we have lost for several generations, we will also be able to make the Heavenly Bridge and the other divine objects, as well as the Heaven Exterminating Fighting Race, be wary of us, killing two birds with one stone, why not?"
The Deity King frowned, "Your idea is not bad, but why should the Illusion Fighting Race cooperate with us?"
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