Fang Yang also came to the center of Tianwu's primordial head, although this holy beast had already been dead for a long time, but with this level of existence, it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no prohibition or the like.

Therefore, Fang Yang walked very carefully, basically accumulating strength to explode at every step, and was ready to respond.

It turned out that Fang Yang didn't take off his pants and fart when he did this, as soon as Fang Yang stepped on a quagmire-like carrion, his divine sense was immediately alert and quickly retreated.

Then, in the dark and cold night, a dark black rot liquid splattered from the mass of rotten flesh, burning the void into terrifying cracks.

Fortunately, Fang Yang had already been prepared, and after noticing it, he bowed down and dodged, so that he could avoid it without danger.

Fang Yang was not like Xu Qinghuan walking in the court, the flower of the avenue that Wu bloomed on this day was blown up by Xu Qinghuan's Twelve Heavenly Breaking Pole Fingering, so Xu Qinghuan was very familiar with the vitality annihilation aura in Tianwu's body.

In this way, Fang Yang came to the center of the blood-colored flower of Tianwu's original head.

There was a huge circular void in the center, which was the first brain nucleus taken away by Xu Qinghuan, leaving behind a powerful Divine Treasure Fluctuation Aura.

Fang Yang used his pupil technique, looking at this huge circular void in great detail.

The vast majority of them are Tianwu's flesh and blood sacs, but now they lack the nourishment of the brain nucleus and the qi and blood of the heart, and this flesh and blood sac has become dark black, although there is a powerful divine substance, but the vitality is much less.

Fang Yang searched carefully, but it was impossible to find anything outside of this flesh and blood, otherwise, it would have been dug up by the thousands of martial artists who wanted to pick up the leak passing by here.

However, even among Tianwu's original heads, Fang Yang didn't find anything, except for some dark blood coffees, which were already worn out biological veins, and all kinds of unimaginably huge tissues.

In Tianwu's skull, a cranial nerve was thicker than a warrior's body, even if Tianwu had been dead for a long time, these countless dense and entangled flesh nerves still did not atrophy.

Fang Yang almost searched the entire Saint Beast Heavenly Wu's original head, that is, this huge blood-colored flower, but unfortunately, he still didn't have a clue.

Fang Yang turned his heart sideways and drilled down the huge circular gap, which was a huge blood hole, the hole that connected Tianwu's body and head.

Since Xu Qinghuan said that this Tianwu had a twin brain nucleus, he would definitely not be able to make a shabu.

However, even now, Fang Yang still hadn't found any traces of the breath of the brain nucleus.

It's a pity that Xu Qinghuan also gave such a hint, Fang Yang only knew that Tianwu still had a twin brain nucleus in his body, but the huge body of the holy beast Tianwu, if he wanted to find out, it was really not much easier than looking for a needle in a haystack.

Of course, you can't blame Xu Qinghuan for giving too few hints, after all, it was a creation that Xu Qinghuan gave to Fang Yang, and Fang Yang couldn't ask for too much at all.

According to Yao's words, everything in heaven and earth has its own law of balance, and nothing can be obtained for no reason, even if it is a mouthful of air, you have to open your mouth to breathe in order to get it.

The more this was the case now, the more relieved Fang Yang became, because the more difficult it was, the less likely it would be for Fang Yang to get involved in cause and effect, and the less it would affect the balance between heaven and earth.

However, Fang Yang was still a little apprehensive in his heart, worried that this supreme treasure would be taken by someone else.

It's not that this possibility is impossible, in the ancient Mang Mountain, there are countless strong people, although there may not be a few people who can match Fang Yang, but it may not be impossible to find a strong person who is sharper than him, once this kind of strong person feels and perceives a trace of strange divine soul breath, then Tianwu's twin brain nuclei will have no chance with Fang Yang.

Fang Yang drilled down the huge blood hole, and all he could see was the majestic blood vessels like a river of blood, and the leather armor as tough as divine gold.

After several hours of painstaking searching, but still found nothing, Fang Yang's forehead already oozed a lot of sweat droplets.

It's not that it's stuffy in Tianwu's chest and body, but it's that I'm too anxious in my heart, and I'm looking for it with anticipation, but I haven't even found a single hair.

The more times like this, the more Fang Yang calmed himself down and clarified the clues of his thoughts.

"Twin brain nuclei...... Twin ......"

In the dark and smelly remnants of Tianwu, Fang Yang pursed his chin and muttered in his mouth.

In the darkness, there was a glimmer of brilliant light flashing, it was Fang Yang's bright and sharp eyes.

"Since it is a twin, then there is a distinction between primary and secondary, just like my Void Star Source Bracelet, the Nasu Bag is the master, and the Force Watch is the second ......"

Fang Yang frowned, and suddenly felt as if he had found the wrong direction from the beginning.

There can only be one brain nucleus in this primordial skull, that is Tianwu's original brain nucleus, if there is a probability of one in a billion, the twin brain nuclei of the fierce beast are formed, then the second brain nucleus, that is, the secondary brain nucleus, if there is no accident, should be in Tianwu's secondary head.

"Secondary heads!"

Fang Yang concluded bluntly in his heart.

Tianwu is an extremely mysterious clan among the holy beasts, and its ancestors are known as supreme beings such as god kings, not only possessing the ultimate cold water ability in this world, but also possessing eight heads, and after the complete body, the strength is eight times that of ordinary holy beasts.

Tianwu's original head is best judged, this Tianwu has not yet evolved into a complete body, and the original head is in the center of the body, but the secondary head is not easy to find.

Fang Yang emerged from the blood hole and stood on the tallest blood-colored flower looking at the other seven.

In vain, Fang Yang found that the blood-colored flowers that bloomed from Wu's eight heads that day, each head, the number of petals of the blood-colored flowers was different.

The original head, that is, the one under Fang Yang's feet, had the largest number of petals, and the rest were getting fewer and fewer, and there was no such situation.

Fang Yang immediately understood, as long as he found the second fewest number of petals of the blood-colored flower, it was equivalent to finding Tianwu's secondary head.

According to this law, Fang Yang quickly found Tian Wu's secondary head.

Beneath his feet was a blood-colored flower full of holes.

This Tianwu's head is even worse than the original head, whether it is the eyes, the fierce bones in the eyebrows, or the huge fangs, they have all dug up the locust crossing ordinary warriors, and there is not even Tianwu's treasure meat left.

Among the original heads of Tianwu, the battle is the most fierce, and there is still no competition for the final belonging, which can be said to be the best preserved skull in Tianwu.

Fang Yang's figure slowly fell, looking at the secondary head that was almost only a skeleton, and his heart was half cold at that time.

Maybe if it weren't for the fact that Wu's skeleton was too hard and heavy on this day, and the bloody aura was too strong to be used to forge treasures, the divinity was thin, and it couldn't be used in medicine, it was almost useless, I'm afraid these skeletons would be emptied.

It is conceivable that after this day-to-day frenzied plunder, even if it is Tianwu, whose body is as huge as a moat, in the face of thousands of such greedy and red-eyed warriors, there can only be an endless stream of white bones left.