The soup drinker was wrapped in layers of ice and dark qi, and his vitality quickly weakened, and he suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

"What can you do me enough, and do you want to delay the war?"

Chu Feng sneered, "For me, your soup drinker himself is a great benefit! It's so good that I can't even bear to kill you!"

"What do you mean? You want to use my body? Hmph, even if my soup drinker is torn to pieces, he won't let you get his wish!"

After learning that he would not end well, the soup drinker also prepared for the worst, and wanted to perform the cruel and extremely cruel splitting technique.

And at this moment, the chain shadow of a huge chain struck and hit the soup drinker who was wrapped in the breath of the ice and the underworld.

Xiang Jianshan suddenly swung out a tangled chain and hit him.

"Soup drinker, do you want to perform the technique of splitting your body and turn your body into powder? I'm afraid you can't do it!" Xiang Jianshan said.

At the moment when he was hit by the phantom of the tangled chain, the soup drinker was slightly stunned.

The Chain of Tangles carries tangled thoughts attached to them, which can penetrate any obstacle and inflict it on the target.

"I think that I have no unparalleled wisdom and no last resort, can I not survive this catastrophe today, and I will die in the hands of these three junior boys, and I will die with the technique of splitting my body? I am unwilling, unwilling!"

Such a voice roared loudly in the minds of the soup drinkers.

He was about to use the splitting technique to cut himself just now, and now, the death intent in his heart was shaken.

"Is my soup drinker actually a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? Since it has fallen into the hands of these three juniors, don't think about life, if you don't die at this time, I'm afraid you won't even be able to die after a while!"

Another diametrically opposite thought suddenly rose in the hearts of soup drinkers.

The soup drinker immediately mobilized his spiritual thoughts, and took advantage of the opportunity to perform the splitting technique, and quickly died, lest his physical body fall into the hands of Chu Feng and the Xiang brothers and sisters, bringing them endless benefits.

And just when the spiritual mind was mobilized and ready to split immediately, another thought rose in the heart.

"Until the last moment, we can't be defeated lightly, let alone let ourselves die early! As long as people don't die, every situation will be variable, and there will be a turnaround. Once a person dies, it will be a failure, and it will be completely finished!"

"But if I don't die, what can I do? Someone else will save me, or will these three juniors let me go? It's impossible!"

"If you don't give it a try, how do you know it's impossible? In this case, your only chance of winning is to 'give it a try'!"

One thought after another swelled up in the hearts of the soup drinkers.

Every thought is intense, and the thought of dying is to die immediately. The thought of not wanting to die is saying that you can't die.

These two diametrically opposed thoughts make the soup drinker extremely painful, at a loss, completely unable to control his own thoughts and thoughts, and can only let these two thoughts collide and fight in his own mind!

When the mind of a summoner or a monk becomes a battlefield where various ideas collide, death is not far away.

The mind is entangled with this thought, and no matter how you think about it, you can't think clearly, and your brain can't give commands at all.

In this way, although the limbs of the soup drinker are intact, they are already the living dead.

The Living Dead!

What Chu Feng wants is the living dead.

Being at the mercy of himself, and not being a dead person, this is the state of life of the soup drinker that Chu Feng wants to see the most.

Burst!

The soup drinker suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was immediately frozen into blood slag, and he closed his eyes in pain and despair, and it was frozen like this.

"Miss Xiang, when can I see if he has a brain nucleus and a pulse root?" Chu Feng asked.

"It's okay now! This soup drinker's half-dead life, if Chu Zun people are of other use to him, they can spare his life first. And if it's useless, you can kill the chicken and take the eggs now, and take out his brain nucleus and vein roots!"

Xiang Jianshan said, "However, even if the brain nucleus and vein root are removed, Chu Zun people can only keep them first, because there is still a complex refining!"

"Okay, then let's kill the chickens and get the eggs now!"

Chu Feng nodded and said.

For Chu Feng, this soup drinker has no meaning.

If he is used to prove that the Dai Jianzhou he killed is actually the soup drinker of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, then if someone with a heart knows the storage of the brain nucleus and vein root of the soup drinker, I am afraid that there will be some branches.

After the ice and hell qi dissipated, although the soup drinker still had a breath, the tangled thoughts still existed in his mind.

He still has no ability to fight back, which is tantamount to being slaughtered.

"Up!"

Xiang Jiantian drank in a low voice, and the body of the soup drinker was directly lifted into the air, levitating.

"The shape of the pins is erect!"

He let out another low shout, and two black gaseous arms swam above the body of the soup drinker like oolongs.

With the twisting and twisting of these two gaseous arms, the flesh and blood on the soup drinker fell like snowflakes.

This bloody and tragic scene, Chu Feng also saw it for the first time, and he really had a long experience.

The soup drinker's mouth opened wide, his facial features were extremely painful, and his face was completely distorted, but he couldn't make any sound.

This is an indescribable tragic appearance of suffering.

"Miss Xiang, Brother Ling is a good method! What is the reputation of this method of looting human flesh?" Chu Feng asked curiously.

"Chu Zunren, this is a method similar to killing chickens and taking eggs, it is called forming a pin, and soon the person who drinks the soup will have no flesh and blood, only a thin layer of skin remains, so that his brain nucleus and vein roots can be perfectly preserved!"

Xiang Jianshan replied.

Chu Feng felt a slight chill in his heart, this kind of death of the soup drinker may be the worst person he has ever seen.

Cutting off the waist and breaking the corpse into thousands of pieces, this is not as tragic as the death of the soup drinker.

Soon, the outline of the body of the soup drinker quickly decreased, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere.

In the end, the soup drinker was completely gone, and only a strange-shaped organ was left, which appeared in front of Chu Feng.

This organ is connected from top to bottom, and above it is clearly a brain nucleus, like a dry pomegranate, the size of a fist.

The nucleus of the brain is divided into two extremely thin trachea, like the shape of a human mind and two arms, and also like two small pigtails on the head.

"Is this the brain nucleus and the root of the pulse?" asked Chu Feng in surprise.

"That's right, Chu Zunren, you can first collect this brain nucleus vein root, and then refine it when it is ready in the future, and then refine it, at that time, you can also cultivate Xuan Qi and spiritual power at the same time!"

Xiang Jianshan said.

"Good!"

Chu Feng was not polite, and after collecting the root of the brain nucleus vein, he immediately went to the lower reaches of the Dramatic River!