Fan Zhuoyuan was amazed, and reached out to touch the true yuan left by this ghost king.

A piercing chill poured into his body, as if it was burning with his body of hellfire!

This is the power that is completely opposite to Fan Zhuoyuan's scorching power, and he suddenly realized that this kind of cold power seems to be another medium to develop his own bloodline alienation.

Just like when he bathed in the blood of the unicorn and developed the Hellfire Burning Gang, the bloodline alienation has five directions of change according to the five elements, among which the water attribute is called the Ice Spirit Cold Vein.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at the Ghost King Zhenyuan in his hand, feeling the cold power that was full of the essence of the Netherworld Yellow Spring, and said in his heart: If you completely absorb this thing, you will definitely be able to condense the cold veins of the ice spirit! However, it seems to be risky to absorb it directly, and this chill needs to be suppressed to a certain extent.

He looked up at the ground, thinking that there was still an extreme yang thing wreaking havoc outside, if he could use the power of the three-legged golden crow to suppress the ghost king Zhenyuan, maybe there would be a way to help him absorb it.

So he held the Ghost King Zhenyuan in one hand, and swung his knife at the top of his head, and the crypt that was a hundred meters deep was immediately broken open with a sharp sword qi that reached the surface.

Fan Zhuoyuan soared straight out of the crack, just in front of the Twelve Committee and the Three-legged Golden Crow.

There was an eerie silence in mid-air, save for the sound of the three-legged golden crow flapping its wings.

Wei Ran and the others first looked at Fan Zhuoyuan in a daze, and then looked at the ghost king Zhenyuan in his hand.

Although they didn't know it, they vaguely felt the breath of the ghost king from it according to their sense of the breath of the mythical item.

Wei Ran was surprised: "This is obtained from the Ghost King?" ”

Fan Zhuoyuan did not shy away from it, and said: "I have already slaughtered him." ”

Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe it for a long time.

The three-legged golden crow also looked at the ghost king Zhenyuan in Fan Zhuoyuan's hand, with its instinct, it could naturally feel the breath of the ghost king, and suddenly all kinds of things that happened during the battle with the ghost king poured into his heart, and immediately regarded Fan Zhuoyuan as an accomplice of the ghost king, and rushed towards him.

Seeing this, Fan Zhuo immediately turned into a dragon, covered with dragon scales, igniting a black fire, with horns on his head and a long tail behind his back, and the illusory wings formed by the black flame were in the back, directly facing the three-legged golden crow.

At the same time, he raised his arms high and reluctantly smashed the ghost king Zhenyuan as a hidden weapon to the three-legged golden crow.

The three-legged golden crow couldn't dodge, opened its beak, and spewed out a blazing flame with the temperature of the center of the nuclear bomb explosion, and rushed straight towards the ghost king Zhenyuan.

But in the Netherworld, how could this true element, which was condensed from the essence of the Yellow Spring, be easily burned.

It was like a disarmed cannonball, completely ignoring the flames, and even the cold aura it emitted lowered the heat a lot, directly rushing into the throat and swallowing the beak of the three-legged golden crow.

The three-legged golden crow was stunned for a while, and the flames around him actually decreased a lot, fluttering his wings on the spot, and opening his big mouth, intending to spit out the ghost king Zhenyuan.

Fan Zhuoyuan took advantage of the situation, and the black fire swirled around the dragon slaying knife and cut vertically and horizontally up and down the three-legged golden crow!

For a while, the fire feathers flew away, and the three-legged golden crow body, which was not protected by high temperatures, was immediately cut by the dragon slayer knife one after another, and blood like gold flowed out.

The three-legged golden crow couldn't spit out the ghost king Zhenyuan for a while, so he could only flap his wings angrily, wave his three claws, and even peck Fan Zhuoyuan.

But Fan Zhuoyuan's sturdy and huge body is too small and flexible compared to the three-legged golden crow, which is as huge as an Airbus plane.

It is naturally extremely difficult for a cannon to shoot flies.

Its hand-to-hand attack could barely hit Fan Zhuoyuan directly, on the contrary, Fan Zhuoyuan flew around its body, flying up and down and slashing, making it feel like Ling Chi was being punished.

The three-legged golden crow finally felt frightened, flapped its wings, and tried to escape.

But at this time, Fan Zhuoyuan slashed at its tail wing, and with the help of a belt, his whole body swung onto the back of the three-legged golden crow. Grabbing the feathers on its back with one hand, he scurried again to the neck of the three-legged golden crow.

Just now, it protects its neck the best, even Fan Zhuoyuan, who is fighting in close quarters, it is difficult to really hurt it.

But intent on escaping, it has finally exposed its biggest weakness and flaw!

Fan Zhuoyuan clutched the feather on the neck of the three-legged golden crow and let it burn himself with flames.

First of all, not to mention that Fan Zhuoyuan has a black flame to protect himself, and he is no longer afraid of high temperature flames, the ghost king Zhenyuan that was swallowed into the belly by the three-legged golden crow is repelling each other with its own Zhenyuan at this time, making its flames unable to exert its power, and it is even more difficult to hurt Fan Zhuoyuan.

Fan Zhuoyuan grabbed it like this, and slashed the throat of the three-legged golden crow with the dragon slaying knife little by little, just like when killing a chicken, from the neck!

Seeing this, Wei Ran and the others caught up almost at the same time, and each used their magical powers to interfere with the struggle of the three-legged golden crow.

They all knew that they had to kill this flat-haired beast today, or with its strong vindictive spirit, once it waited until it recovered from its injuries and then came back to retaliate, it would be invincible.

Wei Ran used the power of the void to distort the space around the three-legged golden crow, making its body uncontrollable.

There are also colorful gems that are turned into layers of chains to trap the wings of the three-legged golden crow.

There are metal flying swords, sprinting three golden crow heads one after another.

There are those who summon the sea of trees and vines to directly trap the three-legged golden crow body, and all kinds of things.

Abilities that were previously unable to get close due to the heat are now at their most effective.

And Fan Zhuoyuan could exert his force more conveniently, and finally cut open the throat of the three-legged golden crow with a knife, the arteries and blood vessels ruptured, and the gold-like hot blood spilled out.

After struggling for more than an hour, the flames of this terrible mythical bird finally went out, smashed into a tall building, knocked it down, and planted it in the middle of the city.

Fan Zhuoyuan staggered and stood up from the golden blood of the three-legged golden crow, and the blood poured on his body was absorbed by the pores of his skin, making his flesh even more powerful.

The center of the black flame that burned out actually brought a little golden flame.

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't know what this ability meant, but it seemed to make his Hellfire Burning Gang even stronger, and even the three-legged golden crow's body that was not afraid of flames could be burned through.

In this way, before Wei Ran and the others came, he burned through the abdomen of the three-legged golden crow and took out the ghost king Zhenyuan.

It's a pity that the true element of the three-legged golden crow has been transformed into the golden blood with its death, and it is no longer available.

Of course, the committee of twelve, who rushed to the scene, realized how precious the blood shed from the three-legged golden crow was, and immediately rescued a lot of it with various containers as soon as possible.

But more of the golden blood evaporated into the atmosphere, turning into pure aura and dissipating.

Fan Zhuoyuan watched everyone busy, and when the ghost king Zhenyuan was suppressed by the heat of the three-legged golden crow, he swallowed it down in one gulp.

Suddenly, the originally hot body suddenly formed bursts of frost.

Fan Zhuoyuan immediately melted it, found a secluded place, and began to use his power to digest it.