Urban Madness

He had probably guessed the idea of ​​the Black Wind King in his heart now.

The Black Wind King must be afraid of offending the Nether Lord, so he let himself deal with this kind of thing without knowing it.

But how could the disappearance of these thousands of disciples be truly impervious? Nether Master is not a fool, of course he can perceive everything.

It must be yourself who will be in big trouble then.

"It seems that after dealing with this matter, the old man is leaving this **** Tianyi Pavilion."

Daxiao looked at the cultivation resources piled up behind him with a sullen face, and he already had a decision in his heart.

After finishing the task this time, he will take all the training resources and stay away from Tianyi Pavilion and Jinghu Villa.

These two behemoths are not fuel-efficient lamps. If you are in the quagmire, you will lose your bones sooner or later, so you still have to know how to see it and put it away.

…

The southeast gate of the city of running wolf, here is a side gate stationed here is also a relatively low-strength third-rate family.

Because the main positions like the East City Gate and the North City Gate have long been occupied by first-rate and second-rate families.

Although it sounds a bit bullying, every Patriarch dares to be angry and dare not say anything. After all, the strength lies here, and this is their own responsibility.

However, unlike other family residences, it was the ruined family under the jurisdiction of the Nether Lord.

The Patriarch of the Dilapidated Family is the Dilapidated King!

I saw that his dress was somewhat similar to the Netherworld Venerable. They were dressed in a dark black Taoist robe, with many ancient patterns inlaid on that robe.

However, his strength is only in the mid-term of Golden Wonderland.

The Dilapidated King sat in his big tent, listening to the report of his disciples with joy on his face.

"Report to the Patriarch, in the first war, we lost dozens of disciples, and in the second war, we lost dozens of disciples."

"Up to now, we have lost about one-fifth of our training resources."

…

One news after another reached the ears of the ruined king.

Although these dozens of people are not a small number, in such a shocking battle, such losses are already minimal.

The other third-rate families had already suffered more than half of the casualties, and there were very few training resources left.

In comparison, the run-down family has the least loss among the third-rate families.

All this of course benefited from the secret help of the Nether Supreme.

"Okay, okay, no need to say, the old man already knows in his heart, what should I do!"

The Dilapidated King smiled and waved his hand, now he has no intention of listening to those things.

Anyway, he didn't need to listen to know that his family's loss was almost nonexistent.

Before the disciple was about to leave, his face was a little embarrassed, he wanted to say something.

"Just say anything."

"Patriarch, we... do we need to step up our practice now! It will be the most critical moment of this battle soon!"

"In case of attacking Jinghu Villa, do we have to prepare some life-saving hole cards and formulate some offensive strategies?"

The disciple's tone was a little stuttering, it was really hard to say a word about the current situation of his family.

The disciples of other third-rate families, including those of the first-class families, are all cherishing the time and now, wishing to devote all the time of the day to cultivation.

After all, no one wants to lose their lives for nothing in the next battle.

However, their dilapidated family was just like the disciples of the Beichengmen Heavenly Secret Team, they all looked like they were eating and waiting to die.

But people do have that strength, what do they have?

"What is there to cultivate? Is this kind of thing something you worry about?"

"Don't say it's the last battle, even if it reaches the bottom of Jinghu Villa, there is nothing terrifying!"

"Anyway, there are those ridiculous cannon fodder to block the bullets for us, there is no point in practicing."

The Dilapidated King waved his hand in annoyance, and things like cultivation were completely non-existent to them.

There is a thigh that Nether Master can hold, and his brain is fine, how can he do such a thankless thing.

"Okay... OK."

Immediately after the disciple retired, an inexplicable gust of wind suddenly spread across the big tent, and even the tables, chairs and benches placed underneath were blown over in an instant, and the whole big tent became a mess.

The leaded Dilapidated King almost rolled off his chair.

The Dilapidated King hurriedly stood still and bowed directly to the void in front of him.

"Meet Master Nether Supreme."

In the next moment, the figure in the void finally appeared, and the person here was the Patriarch of the Nether Family, the Lord of Nether!

The Venerable Nether waved his hand faintly, and then he managed to take the seat of the ruined king.

The Dilapidated King was also very insightful, and hurriedly poured tea for the Nether Master, and even directly greeted the other disciples.

You still have to do it yourself!

After all, if they want to get a lot of benefits here, they still have to rely on the Nether Lord in front of them!

Otherwise, their family may be the first to be sent to the battlefield, and the first to rush to the front, so that they don't know how they died.

"How is your practice recently?"

The Nether Lord spoke plainly.

"This... don't worry about this. We have been stepping up our cultivation all the time, and we will definitely not shame you. In the next big battle, you can look forward to it."

The Dilapidated King swallowed, but he could only deal with it in a perfunctory manner.

"Come on, don't draw me pie here, don't I know what your family is like?"

The Nether Lord snorted coldly. Since the start of the war, he has been paying attention to the development of the ruined family.

These guys really don't give themselves a long face, but they have their own shelter. They are at the last side in every battle, and the loss is very small.

"Thanks to your great fortune, thanks to your great fortune."

"My disciples and I must thank you very much. You are our benefactor."

Seeing that things couldn't be kept secret, the Dilapidated King could only smile awkwardly.

However, although the Nether Lord was a little unhappy at this time, his family was after all a side branch of their family!

Strictly speaking, this is my own family, so I have to take care of it more or less.

"Master Nether, do you have anything to tell you this time?"

"You see that you manage everything, if there is anything I can do, you can just open your mouth, even if you go through fire and water."

Seeing that the Lord of Nether could not speak anymore, the Dilapidated King hurriedly took over.

Aside from other things, it's still a matter of prestige.