"Three Golds" Wu Lao's dim old eyes suddenly shrank... The divine light suddenly appeared, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave the answer.

"good!"

"Ha ha

Hearing this answer, Zhang Fan was very energetic and laughed out loud: "Old Wu, you must be people from the Holy Land, right?"

He said he was "presumably" in fact, he had already confirmed it. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have killed himself or asked about the Golden Crow.

If it weren't for the people in the holy land, how could there be several witches at the level of the Nascent Soul Real Person? This is obvious.

"Where did you hear about the Holy Land?

Wu Lao's expression changed drastically and shouted loudly.

At the same time, his breath surged, as if the previous forbearance was about to burst out. However, under Zhang Fan's gaze, under the invisible momentum of covering his body, he took a deep breath and suppressed it forcibly.

"No matter where you heard it, it doesn't matter anymore."

His arrogance was suddenly suppressed. Old Wu seemed to have been aged for decades, and he hunched over again and said tremblingly: "No more, no more holy anyway."

"The one in front of you is the last holy man."

"No, nothing

At this time, Mr. Wu was even a little dazed as if he had lost all his support and entrusted to the old man.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Fan couldn't help but frown.

It’s not because of other things, but because the old man has not yet explained the matter of the golden crow. The three-legged golden crow seems to have never existed in this world. Zhang Fan only lived in a few places in his life, and he could vaguely see the traces of their existence.

The Zhoutian Star Map is one, the talisman treasure red jade copper buckle obtained by Mrs. Huo took away the second, the Qinzhou Wuhui Valley was third, and the saint clan survivor was fourth, and the only one he could investigate at this stage, so he naturally would not let it go easily.

"Old Wu, why do you have to do this?"

Zhang Fan's eyes changed and he said leisurely.

"Only you agree to the three things in this place, you may not be able to leave some seeds."

"This is true?"

Hearing what he said, Mr. Wu suddenly looked up, his expression full of excitement.

The gap in strength is obvious. When he was in his prime, he might not be afraid of Zhang Fan. He had to fight to know the outcome. However, in his state, he was not his enemy. If he gathered all the power of everyone, he would still be destroyed by Zhang Fan.

In such a situation where life and death depend on manpower, how could you not grasp it firmly?

"I will do my best to say this, so why should Mr. Wu be suspicious?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and against the backdrop of the strong wind, his robe flew around him, showing a bit of elegance.

"Okay, what are the three things you said?"

Mr. Wu asked with great hope, but he had a pity that his generation of strong men could not help but be threatened by others. It goes without saying that feeling of aggrievance, but behind him were all seeds from the clan, and he had no choice but to compromise.

"The first thing is to swear to your Holy Emperor that we will move north from now on, and within three hundred years, we will not be allowed to walk on the mountain-popping area."

"good!"

Since Zhang Fan’s first condition was released, Mr. Wu could speak out.

For Mr. Wu, this condition is equivalent to nothing. As long as you can save the lives of these seeds, what is it worth three hundred years away? Besides, without three or five hundred years, they will not be able to recover their vitality and it is impossible for them to re-enter the old place.

As for what calculation Zhang Fan was trying to do in his mind, he wouldn't know, and he had no bargaining chips to worry about.

"The second thing is that I must not miss everything related to the Three-legged Golden Crow. If not, the whole clan will be killed, so don't say that I will not be prepared."

Zhang Fan said this second thing was not as lightly as when he was the first thing. The coldness and solemnity, even if the fallen people were separated by a long distance, they could clearly feel it. In an instant, it was like falling into an ice cave in the cold winter, and the whole body was cold.

"Old Wu, if you think you can hide it from me, you might as well try it, but you should know what will happen!"

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

Mr. Wu, after all, is a master of the Nascent Soul level. Although he was seriously injured, he could not get all the information from his head by searching the soul.

Judging from the cultivation of both parties, if you use soul search on it, at best you will get a bunch of headless fragments. To save the content about the Golden Crow in the fragments is like looking for a needle in a haystack, so it is easy to get it. Use threatening means to force this old guy to submit.

"All right!"

After a while, Old Wu sighed, and his thin palms even trembled a little. He slowly penetrated into his arms. When he came out deeper, a little golden light shone.

"This is,"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and was moved for the first time.

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

At this time, what appeared in front of him was a side of the wizard's palm.

What moved Zhang Fan was not the other one. It was this light.

"The sun shines".

It was the sun's rays that he was so familiar with. This light that he might never have the chance to see for these underground immortals.

Starting with the high palm of Wu Lao, it suddenly shone within a few miles. At this time, they were standing in the ice valley in the air. When the light spreads, the ice and snow are gone, and the red flower tree withered, as if they have encountered natural enemies.

At the first moment, he knew that this thing was indeed related to the Three-legged Golden Crow.

After all, he practiced the Great Sun magical power. However, after a moment of squinting his eyes, Zhang Fan adapted from the light that stimulated everyone so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He looked at it with all his eyes and immediately saw everything on the wooden sign.

The wooden sign is just a little bigger than the palm of the man, narrower at the bottom and wider at the top, and is red and crystal clear. Ten red suns are painted on it, crossing the sky.

These ten red suns are not simple carvings like dead objects, but are like real suns, with invisible fluctuations emitting. On the outline of the red sun, the sun bait constantly erupts, and endless light and heat are from this.

In the hazy brilliance, these ten red suns seemed to be constantly moving, rising and falling, coming and going, parading the entire sky and exposing the entire earth.

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

However, the scene that was so popular in the ten days is not the subject of the case on this token, but on the contrary, it is just a background existence.

The real protagonist is flapping his wings over ten days, the divine wood is like lightning, and the three-legged black claws are raised, and the imposing sharpness is fully revealed in his mouth.

"Three-legged Golden Crow!"

The demon bird with golden flames on it is the ancient demon three-legged golden crow!

Zhang Fan's eyes swept over the golden crow pattern and the side of the pattern, which was bright red, and was stained with blood and swept across four big characters. Finally, he realized why these saints' remnants knew the name of the three-legged golden crow that had been destroyed in the entire immortal world.

Those four big characters are very ancient monsters, and they are four words that Zhang Fan has long been familiar with:

Demon King, Golden Crow!

"Demon King Golden Crow!"

This is the extremely eye-catching word on the token. With these four words as annotations, plus the unique three-legged legs of the golden crow showing its sharpness on the pattern. It is not surprising that these holy clans can later call the four words "Three-legged Golden Crow".

At this time, perhaps because it was exposed to the outside world for too long, and the accumulated power was consumed, and it seemed that there was no subsequent spiritual support. The entire Demon Emperor Golden Crow Order gradually dimmed. Its unique wood, as bright as ruby, became more and more clearly visible.

"Boy, this token is

"Fusang Wood!"

Before the Ku Dao Ren could finish his words, Zhang Fan explained the answer.

This thing may not be clearly distinguished in the eyes of others, but for Zhang Fan, who has the Jiuyao Qi Ri, it is very clear. It is a token made of Fusang wood.

Of course, the Fusang wood used to make this token is far from the material of the Fusang branch he used to refine into Jiuyao Qiri. However, even if it is a step back, the token can be carved with Fusang wood, which creates the scene when the golden crow is at its peak. The greatest possibility is to come from the hands of the ancient demon emperor Jin Crow himself.

Others have no such big deal, and they will not do such useless things.

"Old Ku, this golden crow pattern, you"

Zhang Fan was just halfway through his words. This time, it was changed to the slightest Taoist who interrupted: "Stop saying it, it's the same as you think!"

"You boy is going to develop. Stop talking nonsense, get this thing quickly."

The voice of the Ku Taoist also had endless excitement, as if he had seen a child who loved toys the most.

If it were another time, Zhang Fan would have been lying, but at this time, his situation was not much better than that of the Ku Taoist. Naturally, he was unintentional, but instead lowered his head slightly, hid a glimmer in his eyes, and then said in a calm tone: "Old Wu, how did this token fall into the hands of your holy clan?"

Since he had already taken out the Demon Emperor Golden Crow token, Mr. Wu had the intention of compromise, so it was naturally impossible to hide such a thing from time to time and tell the origin of this thing in a desolate tone.

"The Demon Emperor Golden Crow Token, this thing has been passed down in our holy clan for more than tens of thousands of years. I think this thing will be there before our holy clan moves to this underground world of immortal cultivation.

The plain statement "The enemy of my holy clan is the demon god who once ruled the three realms in the ancient times. These three-legged golden crows must be one of the ancient demon gods" was just exchanged for Zhang Fan's disdainful lips, but the following sentence made him raise his eyebrows and dare not ignore them anymore.
Chapter completed!