Chapter 1454

Fang Chuan's murderous aura that Wang Changfeng felt was shaking all over, although his life span was not long, he still wanted to live.

He snorted coldly: "If you want to kill me, then kill, but if you want me to tell you about that devil, there is no door!"

Fang Chuan's mouth is hooked, and he is only two or three steps away from Wang Changfeng, his eyes are like a knife, as if he wants to penetrate Wang Changfeng: "I said, I have many ways for you to say it and kill you? It depends on my mood!"

"You--" Wang Changfeng suddenly became a little scared.

Huh--

As soon as Fang Chuan stretched out his hand, he grabbed Wang Changfeng's head, and then a puff of real energy blasted into Wang Changfeng's head.

His divine consciousness also blasted past, gathering a wave of soul searching.

"what--"

Wang Changfeng's whole body was trembling, and the intense pain, accompanied by the feeling that his head was about to be pumped out, made him extremely tragic.

His mouth was constantly twitching, his hands were shaking like epilepsy, and his eyes were constantly rolling.

He felt that his body was no longer his own.

He yelled fiercely while cursing Fang Chuan, but his voice was a little blurred, making it difficult to hear.

Afterwards, his face paled, and there was no more voice or screams.

He was extremely weak, it was a kind of mental weakness.

He struggled hard, but couldn't move a little, as if it was a nightmare, wanted to move, but couldn't do anything.

"No, please, I'm wrong, really..." Wang Changfeng began to beg for mercy, which was already his self-protection instinct.

"Once this spell starts, how could I let you go?" Fang Chuan shook his head, "Since you force me to do this, then I have to bear the corresponding consequences."

Soul-searching is harmful to the heavens and may bring him some calamities in the future.

However, in order to get the source of the Demon Race truly, he couldn't hesitate anymore.

If what Wang Changfeng told him was false, and time was delayed, then the earth would be wiped out and his hometown in this lifetime would be destroyed.

This is where he doesn't want to see.

What's more, the soul-searching technique hurts the sky, but if the demons are eliminated, the crisis is eliminated, and the earth is protected, good luck will come to the universe, which will offset the fate of this soul-searching technique.

He kills one person and saves billions of people, which is of course meritorious.

Merit is everywhere, but without a trace.

what--

Wang Changfeng let out a tragic cry, and in the end, he drooped and lost the strength to resist.

Fang Chuan had finished searching for souls and let go of his hand.

His face is also very ugly.

He stood there, motionless.

Kong Xiuxiu looked at him with something wrong and wanted to talk, but when she found that Fang Chuan seemed to be thinking about something, she didn't speak.

"It turned out to be like this."

Fang Chuan glanced at Wang Changfeng angrily, frowned, he had already looked through almost all Wang Changfeng's memories.

He already knows the origin of the demons.

It turned out that when Wang Changfeng was young, he was just an apprentice physician in a small county. Because he was unwilling to be ordinary, he wanted to go out and explore.

However, in their time, the economy was underdeveloped, and the transportation was not developed.

And he is young and has no family support. The meager income of being an apprentice can only barely give him food.

Therefore, he can only go to big cities on foot.

He traveled along the mountains and rivers, and occasionally met some patients to see it. He was able to save a little money, and it took him several years before he got to the Shanghai stock market.

Later, he found a cave dwelling in a remote village in the Shanghai stock market, but found an ancient altar in the cave dwelling.

He accidentally opened the mechanism of the altar, entered it, and then encountered the demon fetus in the altar.

From his memory, the demon fetus was in this altar at that time.

From Wang Changfeng's memory, Fang Chuan could feel that the altar was equivalent to a passage connecting the two realms of humans and demons.

Of course, in general, altars are unilateral passages.

In other words, if someone opens the altar, it is likely to open the channel again and summon more demons.

Fang Chuan was suddenly thinking, why did the earth's cultivation world have formed its current appearance? Is it because the demons invaded before?

If the demons invade, this can better explain why the world of cultivation on earth is so declining, and there is no strong inheritance.

Moreover, the demons are like locusts, wherever they go, they can destroy the spiritual roots of that place.

Therefore, it is only natural that the earth has no aura.

but--

This is why Fang Chuan frowned!

In his memory, before he became Immortal Venerable, they had already sealed the time and space of the two worlds of human and demons, and there was no way for the two worlds to communicate.

In other words, the altar is useless.

And he has become the Immortal Venerable for tens of thousands of years.

He also let the cultivation sect of the world keep checking the seal, and the seal has always been no problem.

However, in Wang Changfeng's memory, judging from the fineness of that altar, it was only a thousand years old.

For thousands of years, how could it be possible to summon people from the Demon Race?

He feels very strange!

However, he also understood that Wang Changfeng's memory alone would not work. He had to find the Demon Tire and use Soul Search to find its memory.

As long as it has its memory, this mystery can be solved.

"Brother Xiaochuan, are you okay?" Kong Xiuxiu looked at Fang Chuan with some worry.

Fang Chuan smiled and waved: "It's okay."

Kong Xiuxiu glanced at Wang Changfeng, who was lying on the ground and had passed out: "What's wrong with him?"

Fang Chuan smiled faintly: "Maybe he's crazy, but he doesn't matter anymore, I know everything I want."

"Then how to deal with him?" Kong Xiuxiu asked quickly.

Fang Chuan shook his head: "Anyway, he is crazy, and he can't make a big wave, so I will leave him a dog."

He paused: "Also, he might become a bait for me."

There was a flash of light in his mind. Obviously, he thought of this Wang Changfeng's method of ‘recycling waste’.

He then called Li Pao and asked him to send some Nanjiang masters who had been trained to the same level to monitor the villa.

If that magic tire can't find a suitable host, he will definitely come back to find Wang Changfeng.

Moreover, Wang Changfeng has his secrets in him, and he may not just sit idly by.

Li Pao quickly agreed, and then called someone. After a while, he drove to this villa.

Fang Chuan asked him to send someone to take care of the small courtyard of the villa first, as if nothing had happened.

They acted quickly, controlled those Wang Changfeng's bodyguards, and cleaned up the house.

Li Pao planned to wait for tomorrow, so he went to find a decoration worker to come over and redecorate the living room so that Wang Changfeng could continue to live in it.

Ta ta ta...

But at this moment, three cars drove at the door, and a group of people got out of the car and rushed over.