Ungodly Evil Spirit

After exiting the cultivation state, Ye Fan watched the **** Jinshan and others return one by one. Although their bodies were exhausted, their minds were still very excited.

"Get a good rest first, and talk about it tomorrow!"

Seeing that Wang Sheng and others wanted to report, Ye Fan directly refused.

After that, he himself returned to the City Lord's Mansion.

...

The next day, deep underground in Beicang, in the ancient palace.

Pluto is sitting in the main seat, discussing plans with the Plutos on both sides and the strong.

At this moment, a hurriedly panicked figure stumbled into the hall and reported: "Master Pluto, big... the big thing is not good!"

"What's going on?" Pluto's face became gloomy when he looked at him flustered.

"Yesterday's battle, the wild land was defeated by Ye Fan, causing heavy casualties!"

The figure said with a cry.

"Here's not the appointment of chasing the wind and the **** pole, why is there still something wrong? To elaborate!"

Pluto couldn't believe it.

"According to the news from the Feng Feng Ming, she led 800,000 disciples to attack Jinchang City yesterday, and decided to take Lingzhou, but Ye Fan organized the city army and youth troops to defeat them in one fell swoop, You Ye Ming and the Blood Pluto All were killed by Ye Fan, and the Nether disciple lost more than 600,000!"

"what?"

Hearing this, the expressions of all the people in the hall changed slightly. Pluto stood up and said furiously, "Didn't I let them complete the task? Why do you want to attack Lingzhou?"

"This... the subordinates don't know too well, Zhui Fengming is in a dire situation at this moment and wants to ask for help!"

The figure trembled.

"Seek help? These useless wastes have completely lost my face!"

Pluto was even more angry when he heard it.

"Master Pluto, why don't I go, I must capture that kid alive, bring him here, and sentence him to death!"

A middle-aged man with an expressionless face stood up, and among the many princes, his breath was the strongest, standing in the forefront.

"You are gone, who will suppress those old guys in the capital? Let them attack here?"

Pluto immediately asked back, showing helplessness and hatred.

His strength alone is not enough to contend with all the powerhouses in the capital, otherwise he would have sent all the Pluto generals to the predecessor.

"Then what should we do now, if the wild land cannot be taken down, the situation will be unfavorable to us!"

The middle-aged man has a trace of sadness, "Don't forget that there is still a foundation in the land of the past. As long as the chasing wind can complete the task I gave her, he will definitely defeat Ye Fan and his youth team."

Pluto calmed down his anger and spoke calmly.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped talking and did not doubt what Pluto said.

"You pass my order to Chasing Wind. This time it fails, I want her to bear it all. As long as that task is completed, I will reinforce her. If it fails, then die there!"

Pluto glanced at the informant and said mercilessly.

"Yes!"

After hearing this, the informant hurriedly retreated, leaving the depressed people in the hall alone.

The two great Ming will be killed and 600,000 disciples destroyed, which is indeed a great blow to the current Nether Clan.

If this news reaches the capital, their resistance will become increasingly difficult.

...

At the same time, in the city lord's mansion of Jinchang City, Ye Fan's surprised and clear voice said: "Six hundred thousand, that is really a serious injury!"

"Yeah, this time Pluto will vomit blood!"

Wang Sheng and others all smiled and nodded.

The joy of victory has not disappeared.

"Then what about our own casualties?"

Ye Fan asked immediately.

"The youth team lost 80,000, and the city army lost 140,000. The total amount should be 220,000 disciples!"

Qing Shiyu explained to the side.

While saying this, the atmosphere of joy gradually sank and became a little sad.

Since there are battles, there must be casualties. This is unavoidable. The so-called elite is killed from life and death.

The exchange of two hundred twenty thousand for six hundred thousand is already an excellent result.

At the same time, Ye Fan understood a little in his heart.

His strength this time soared from the early stage of the second layer to the peak of the third layer. In addition to the 600,000 disciples and the huge blood of the two great masters, he also has the credit of the 220,000 own people.

In total, he had the blood of 900,000 Righteous Soul Realm powerhouses to make his strength soar.

From this, we can see the difficulty of transforming the realm to the realm, especially for Ye Fan, who has the three holy ridges, what he needs is a huge amount of cultivation.

"Do you know where the remaining Nether disciples have fled?"

Ye Fan gradually got to the point.

"We don't know this. The nearly 200,000 disciples fled in front, and when we killed all the ones behind, they had already left!"

Wang Sheng replied somewhat ashamed and helpless.

"Well, then send people to explore the wild land and try to find them out!"

Ye Fan nodded and ordered at the same time.

"Okay, what should we do next?"

After Wang Sheng agreed, he immediately asked.

He seemed to have regarded Ye Fan as the new prehistoric governor.

"It's very simple, go to Xunzhou, no matter whether there are Nether disciples there, we must take back this place!" Ye Fan said lightly.

Upon hearing this, everyone went down to prepare.

This time they took half of the men and horses, because as long as the chasing wind had a little brain, they would not escape there.

Ye Fan took back Xunzhou just to promote the situation in this wild land.

This will give people in other states hope.

A day later, everyone came to Xunlong City, empty inside, leaving only a mess, desolate and miserable.

"Find a way to deal with these people!"

Looking at the dead mountain blood sea in front of him, Ye Fan said with a heavy face.

"It's a pity that Xunzhou has become a dead place!"

Wang Sheng sighed again and again, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"This is not necessarily true. Although they are dead, they can still help us, and we should avenge them!"

Ye Fan shook his head, his eyes flickering, and suddenly he said something strange to Wang Sheng.

After the words fell, Ye Fan gradually looked at Yun Xuanxi who was aside.

Yun Xuanxi understood it with heart, and immediately reported: "Leader, I have sent people to look for Netherbloodgrass around. I believe the number here will be ten or even a hundred times that of Lingzhou."

"Very well, I will reward this thing to those who have done the most, and train them to become strong, and then they will be the elites against the Nether Clan!"

Ye Fan smiled and nodded, exhilarating.

In the battle between the two sides, in addition to the upper-level strong, overall strength is also very important.

The overall strength of the city army was worse than that of the youth team, so so many people died.

Ye Fan wants to build an elite team with strong overall strength by relying on his spirit. Even if he is not there, this team can stand alone, making the Nether Clan fearful.