"Three~Foot~Gold~U~"

The pupils of Wu Lao's dim old eyes shrank suddenly, and his eyes flashed, and he hesitated for a moment, and finally said the answer word by word.

"Good!"

"Hahaha~"

Hearing this answer, Zhang Fan's spirits lifted and he laughed out loud: "Elder Wu, you must be from the Holy Land, right?"

said that it was "presumably", but in fact, he had already affirmed that if it weren't for that, he would not have killed him, and he would not have asked about the Golden Crow.

If it weren't for the people in the Holy Land, how could there be several Yuanying real-level witch elders, this was an obvious thing.

"Where did you hear about the Holy Land?"

Wu Lao's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly.

At the same time, the aura around him skyrocketed, as if the previous forbearance was about to burst out, but immediately under Zhang Fan's smiling gaze, under the pressure of the invisible momentum around him, he still took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed it.

"It doesn't matter where you hear about it. ”

The arrogance was suddenly suppressed, and Wu Lao seemed to be dozens of years old, and he leaned down again, and said tremblingly: "No, there is no holy land anyway." ”

"Before you are the last people in the Holy Land. ”

"It's gone, there's nothing left~"

At this time, Wu Lao, as if he had lost all his support and sustenance as a mortal old man, was even in a trance.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Fan couldn't help frowning.

It's not because of anything else, but the old man hasn't made the matter of the Golden Crow clear. The three-legged golden crow, as if it had never existed in this world, Zhang Fan was only in a few places in his life, and traces of their existence could be vaguely seen.

Zhou Tianxingchen Diagram is one of them, the Fubao Red Jade Purple Copper Buckle obtained from Old Lady Huo is the second, Qinzhou Wuhui Valley is the third, and this remnant of the Holy Clan is the fourth, and it is also the only one that he can study deeply at this stage, so he naturally will not let it go easily.

"Elder Wu, why are you doing this?"

The expression in Zhang Fan's eyes changed, and he said leisurely.

"Only if you promise the three things of this seat, you may not be able to leave some seeds. ”

"Is that true?!"

Hearing what he said, Wu Lao suddenly raised his head, his expression full of excitement.

The difference in strength is obvious, in the heyday, he may not be afraid of Zhang Fan, and the victory or defeat will only be known after fighting, but now with his state, he is not the enemy of one of them, which can be known in gathering the strength of everyone and still being destroyed by Zhang Fan with one blow.

In such a situation where life and death are decided by manpower, how can you not grasp it firmly when you suddenly hear that there is a turnaround.

"This seat will do what it says, so why should the witch be suspicious?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and under the backdrop of the strong wind, his robe flew over, becoming more and more elegant.

"Okay, what are the three things?"

Wu Lao asked with hope, pity his generation of strong people, but now he can't be threatened by others, that kind of aggrieved feeling is naturally needless to say, but the people who are fighting behind him are all the seeds of the clan, and he can't help but be uncompromising.

"First of all, I swear to your Holy Emperor that from now on I will move northward, and for three hundred years, I will not set foot in the mountain area again. ”

"Good!"

Zhang Fan's first condition is out, and Wu Lao can open his mouth to respond.

For Wu Lao, this condition is equivalent to no ordinary, as long as they can keep the surname of these seeds, what is it if they go away for three hundred years, besides, without three or five hundred years, they are not enough to recover their vitality, and it is impossible to return to their old place at all.

As for what Zhang Fan had in mind, he wouldn't know, and he didn't have any chips to care about.

"The second thing, everything related to the three-legged golden crow in this seat must not be omitted, if not, the whole clan will be punished, and it is impossible to say anything about it!"

This second thing, Zhang Fan said that it was not as light as the first thing, that kind of coldness and solemnity, even after a long distance, the remnants who fell to the ground could clearly feel it, and in an instant, it was like falling into a cold winter ice cave, and the whole body was cold.

"Elder Wu, if you think you can hide it from this seat, you might as well try, but what will happen, you should know in your heart!"

The expressions of the people below were not important to Zhang Fan at all, and all his attention was focused on the slightly hesitant Wu Lao.

Wu Lao, after all, is a master at the level of a primordial infant, although he is seriously injured, it is not that he can get all the information from his head by searching for souls**.

Judging by the cultivation of both sides, if you search for souls on it, at best, you will get a bunch of headless fragments, and trying to preserve the content about the golden crow in the fragments is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, so you have to give up the easy and the difficult, and use threats to force this old guy to comply.

"Okay!"

After a while, the witch elder sighed, and his thin palm even trembled slightly, and slowly leaned into his arms, and when he went deeper, a little golden light was dazzling.

"It's ......"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, moved for the first time.

Wu Lao did not directly tell the legend or information about the Golden Crow as he thought, but took out something.

What appeared in front of him at this time, in the hands of the old witch, was a wooden plaque scattered with bright golden light.

What moved Zhang Fan was nothing else, it was this light.

"The sun shines!"

It was the sun's brilliance that he was all too familiar with, the light that these underground immortal cultivators might never have the chance to see in their lifetime.

Starting with the palm raised by the witch elbow, there was a sudden brightness within a radius of several miles, and at this time they were standing in the void above the frozen valley, and when the light spread, they saw the ice and snow disappear, and the red flower monster tree withered, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

At the first time, he knew that this thing was indeed related to the three-legged golden crow.

After all, what he cultivates is the Great Divine Power, but with a slight squint, Zhang Fan adapted to the brilliance that stimulated everyone so much that he couldn't open his eyes, and looked at it with all his might, and suddenly everything on the wooden card was in full view.

The wooden plaque is only slightly larger than Chengren's palm, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, the whole body is red and crystalline, and ten rounds of red are painted on it, which is horizontal in the sky.

These ten rounds of red are not simple carvings like dead things, but like real suns, invisible fluctuations emanate, on the outline of the red sky, the red is constantly erupting, endless light and heat, it is from this.

In the misty light and shadow, these ten rounds of red light seem to be constantly moving, one after another, you come and go, cruising in the entire sky, exposing the whole earth.

Although the token is not clearly engraved, the majesty of these ten days alone is enough to make people imagine that on the earth below, the land will inevitably crack, the rivers and lakes will dry up, the sea will retreat, and endless creatures will cry and be on the verge of despair.

However, this scene is not the main body of the pattern on the token, but on the contrary, it is only a kind of background.

The real protagonist is above the ten days, flapping his wings, the sacred wood is like electricity, the three-legged black claws are raised, and the compelling edge is revealed in the majesty of the heavenly constitution in his mouth.

"Three-legged golden crow!"

The demon bird painted on it is the ancient demon emperor - the three-legged golden crow!

Zhang Fan's gaze swept over the golden crow pattern and the side of the pattern, bright red, as if dyed with blood into four big characters, and finally suddenly understood how these remnants of the Holy Clan could know the name of the three-legged golden crow that had been annihilated without a trace in the entire immortal cultivation world.

Those four big characters are impressively ancient demon texts, and they are four words that Zhang Fan has long been familiar with:

- Demon Emperor, Golden Crow!

"Demon Emperor Golden Crow!"

This is the eye-catching words on the token, with these four characters as a note, coupled with the unique three-legged golden crow on the pattern, it is not surprising that these holy clans can later call out the four words "three-legged golden crow".

At this time, Xu was exposed to the outside world for too long, consuming the accumulated power, and as if there was no follow-up spiritual power support, the entire Demon Emperor Golden Crow Order gradually dimmed, and its unique wood like a ruby became more and more visible.

"Boy, this token is ......"

"Fuso wood!"

Before the bitter Taoist finished speaking, Zhang Fan said the answer.

This thing is in the eyes of others, or it may be indistinguishable for a while, but for Zhang Fan, who has Jiuyao Qi, it is very clear, this is a token made of Fusang wood.

Of course, the Fusang wood used to make this token is far from the material he used to refine the Fusang branch of Jiuyao Qiyue, but even if you take 10,000 steps back, you can use Fusang wood to carve the token, and what is shaped on it is the scene when the Golden Crow is at its peak, and the biggest possibility is that it comes from the hands of the Ancient Demon Emperor - the Golden Crow itself.

Others, without such a big hand, will not do such a useless thing.

"Ku Lao, this golden crow pattern, you ......"

Zhang Fan's words were just halfway through, but this time he was interrupted by a bitter man: "Don't say it, it's the same as you think!"

"You kid is going to be developed, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get this thing. ”

The ascetic's voice was also filled with endless excitement, as if he had seen a child whose favorite toy he had seen.

If it had been another time, Zhang Fan would have made jokes a long time ago, but at this time, his situation was not much better than that of the bitter Daoist, so he naturally had no intention of doing so, but lowered his head slightly, hiding the glint in his eyes, and then said in an indifferent tone: "Elder Wu, how did this token fall into the hands of your Holy Clan?"

Now that he has taken out the Demon Emperor Golden Crow Token, Wu Lao also has the intention of compromise, so it is naturally impossible to hide it in such a matter, and he will tell the origin of this thing in a desolate tone at will.

"Demon Emperor Golden Crow Token, this thing has been passed down in our Holy Clan for more than tens of thousands of years, and in the opinion of the old man, I am afraid that before our Holy Clan migrated to this underground immortal cultivation realm, we would have this thing. ”

"The great enemy of my holy clan is the demon god who once ruled the Three Realms in the primeval period, this three-legged golden crow must be one of the primeval demon gods...... "Wu Lao" one of the primeval demon gods" The bland statement was just exchanged for Zhang Fan's disdainful pout, but the next sentence made his brows raised, and he didn't dare to ignore it again.

Unconsciously, his breath was also stagnant, and the golden crow that had entangled him for countless years was annihilated in the mystery of the long river of history, or a corner of it will be revealed!

(To be continued)