Octagonal table meeting.
Sitting here is the representative of the eight giants in the population.
In the past, if the human race had something that required multiple decisions.
Everyone also got together to discuss.
This kind of meeting will not be held during non-special periods.
Because this kind of meeting also represents judgment.
"Virtual World Group, what are you thinking?"
On the octagonal table, a middle-aged humanoid touched his chin.
The man's hair was like fire, his eyes were dark, and there were three scars that looked like cat whiskers on his left and right cheeks.
Clothed in scarlet robes, he stepped on gengjin boots.
A blood moon machete was inserted into his waist, his left hand supported the octagonal table, his right leg was wide open to the right, and he hunched over and squinted at the south of his octagonal table.
"You are really cruel enough."
"If it wasn't for the "Second World" you developed, we wouldn't know it yet. You seized the life of our entire human race."
"In a single thought, destroying the human race is a good method and a good method."
The middle-aged man laughed and applauded, his eyes full of playfulness and aggression.
No one else at the table spoke.
At this time, the real leaders of the parties have not yet been in place, and when it is not time for them to speak, they will not be unwise to participate in this.
thump…
Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, a famous cat-tailed girl stood up from the south and slapped it hard on the table.
"Candlelight! Don't spit blood!"
"Our virtual world group has never had the idea of destroying the human race. We will not do it, let alone do it!"
"Why not?"
The middle-aged man in the northwest squinted his eyes and put his fingers in his ears.
"The head of your virtual world group is originally a foreign race, and your top management is not a human being."
Immediately, the middle-aged man looked at the old man in the east.
"President, if you are not from my clan, you must have different opinions."
"President, we don't." The person from the south defended.
Sitting due east is the president of the Supreme Association and one of the Supremes of the human race.
Crane hair and childish face.
The old god sat comfortably in his chair.
A white robe set off his immortal style.
No one knows how long he lived.
You know, he is the longest living in the human race.
There are still twenty-four people standing behind him, all of them at the Overlord level.
As for what you just said.
The people of the virtual world group and the cosmic joint arena, respectively.
"Nine faces, candlelight... Both of you don't have to say a word." The old man tapped the table lightly, "They're all overlords, why are you still arguing like a junior."
The Nine-faced Overlord no longer spoke.
The Candlelight Overlord is unrelenting, as if he wants to take advantage of this octagonal table meeting to directly trample the virtual world group to death.
"President."
Candlelight grinned.
"I just reminded kindly, but nothing else."
"Candlelight! Are you trying to start a war!"
In an instant, led by the Nine-faced Overlord, the virtual world group took every step forward.
Majestic cosmic energy is released from their bodies.
There were 72 people in the virtual world group, including 36 overlords and 36 sages.
These are not the full power of the virtual world group.
Even though the Octagonal Table Conference was played, the Virtual World Group assumed an important position in the universe, and it was still necessary to leave some experts to sit in the universe.
Even so.
These 72 people have to exist.
Not to mention destroying the human race, there is definitely no problem in destroying some cosmos countries for fun.
"You think I'm afraid of you!"
Venerable Candlelight slammed the table, and more than 40 people walked up behind him.
They are also overlords and venerables.
"This scar on my face, I haven't settled with you yet!"
outside before...
An existence that is hard to come across in a galaxy, but it seems to be popping up here.
The other parties trembled and kept their eyes on the sidelines.
Even if they are allies of each other, they will not take action, because they know very well that the president will not let the virtual world group and the cosmic joint arena start here.
"enough!"
Sure enough, just when the two giants were tit for tat.
The old man looked angry.
"What time is it, it's still making trouble. If you really have the ability, you go and kill a few overlords and venerables of different races... Don't know the nest."
"cut… "
The Candlelight Overlord took a sip, and immediately showed calm.
"What do I care about with you, a guy who doesn't deserve a seat when he comes to an octagonal table meeting, I'm ashamed to care about you."
Raising his hand lightly, the master of the United Dueling Field stepped back.
The Nine-faced Overlord also raised his hand, and the masters of the Virtual World Group also retreated.
"you're right."
"I don't deserve to sit on the chair of the octagonal table, but even so, I beat you, a person who can sit on a chair, and dare not be the main star in 3000 years."
"United Arena is just that."
"Since the three thousand seniors retired, the United Arena is really worse than a year. The position is handed over to you, I am afraid that you will let the United Arena fall from this position, and I will not even be eligible to enter here in the future!"
The nine-faced overlord's sentences were like knives, scraping on the heart of the candle.
In terms of combat power, although he was reluctant to admit it, there was indeed a time difference.
The 3000 years that were beaten did not dare to leave the main star.
The shame of his life.
But he didn't have the ability to refute it.
"Don't talk about me, I'm afraid it's the seven ghosts of our virtual world group, you can't beat it." "You better be honest, our virtual world group wants to kill you, it's as easy as squeezing ants, you know?"
Just a few short minutes...
The imposing manner of the virtual world group has already overwhelmingly surpassed the joint arena.
"Ah… "
The Candlelight Overlord pretended to be a far-fetched sneer.
The Nine-faced Overlord tilted his head and smiled and looked at the livid face of the Candlelight Overlord.
"Sure enough, if there is a master, there is a slave."
"The master is not a human being, and the servants are also traitors. You are not worthy of entering the octagonal table meeting, let alone staying in the human race."
Venerable Candle Huo didn't know how to speak, so he could only save some face from now on.
boom…
In an instant, Venerable Candlelight who was sitting on the chair suddenly flew out, blood spurting wildly.
Everyone trembled and didn't know what happened.
Immediately, the man in the north had a heavy expression on his face.
"Candle, you're speechless."
At the same time, in the dark octagonal table meeting space.
Walking out of the famous graceful and luxurious, stepping on red high-heeled shoes, there are nine women with snow-like tails behind her.
She seemed to be born with that kind of attention-grabbing quality.
As soon as she came in, everyone noticed her.
"sister."
The Nine-faced Overlord smiled and ran out. The visitor gently touched Jiu-mian's cheek, glanced at the Candlelight Master on the ground, the corner of his mouth slowly rose, and he went straight to the seat and sat down.
"Dog... It doesn't look good."