"Uh-uh!"

Cheng Tong fell to the ground, screaming in pain from his mouth, and his body kept rolling on the ground, convulsing.

The way the spirit worm extracted the memory was extremely primitive and brutal, and there was an unbearable tearing pain in his head, and in Cheng Tong's mouth, white foam and blood were mixed together, slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth to the ground.

The painful appearance lasted for several minutes, until at last, when he opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of black and red, his body twitched like a spring, and then he went limp, and there was no more movement, he was already dead and could not die again.

Looking at Cheng Tong's miserable death, Yang Yan's face on the side was slightly pale, but Wang Tu didn't have any expression, he had done this too many times, just raised his hand slightly, pointed a little, and in Cheng Tong's ear canal, the little white worm let out a satisfied chirp, and it swooped into Wang Tu's palm.

"What is this?" On the side, Yang Yan looked at the cute little worm, opened her mouth, and asked curiously.

"Spirit worm, I used it to extract this guy's memory. Wang Tu replied as he pointed out a spiritual aura, and on the body of the spirit worm, the little white worm squirmed twice, and then disappeared in the palm of Wang Tu's hand in an instant.

Slowly closing his eyes, ignoring the burning flames and the smell of blood around him, Wang Tu sat down cross-legged directly, and began to share Cheng Tong's memories with the spirit worm in his mind, and what Cheng Tong experienced, Wang Tu could re-experience it all in his mind.

Looking at the appearance of the king's disciple, Yang Yan also obediently closed her mouth and just waited quietly on the side.

Frame by frame of the picture is like a projection, slowly replaying in the order of flashbacks in his mind, Wang Tu calmed down, slowly looking for the news about Yang Yun...

This evening, Cheng Tong and the same red-haired man stared at himself and Yang Yan on the mountain, it seems that this is the fuse of everything tonight.

Going back to an earlier time, killing, robbing, absorbing cultivation... In his memory, Cheng Tong did almost all the evil on Sashen, and he really deserved to die, but what Wang Tu wanted to see now was not these, his face froze, and he looked at the earlier and deeper memory.

In a dimly lit hall with no fingers visible, there were dozens of men dressed in different costumes standing on the left and right, and there was also the Soul Casting Sect Sect Master who was on Poseidon with the king's disciple and was now dead, Situ Zhen.

I saw that in the deepest part of the hall, a high altar was presented there, and on the altar, a man with black hair and red eyes opened his mouth and said something with an excited expression, it was Yang Yun.

Got it!

Wang Tu stared and listened carefully to what Yang Yun was saying in Cheng Tong's memories.

'Heavenly God Seal', 'Immortal Venerable is sealed, and he is about to break through the prohibition', words like 'plan' came directly into his mind, and Wang Tu's face became more and more solemn.

Sure enough, the disappearance of Immortal Venerable was inseparable from Yang Yun, but what Wang Tu didn't expect was that Yang Yun, in order to seal Immortal Venerable, did not hesitate to cooperate with the races of the outside world.

As for that "plan", I'm afraid it has something to do with the fact that those people on the edge of the fairy galaxy were captured.

While thinking about it, Wang Tu listened to what Yang Yun said, and when he heard Yang Yun say, 'One day, the world will be invincible', the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

However, this memory is probably Yang Yun's speech on the altar, and there is no reason why his temperament has changed drastically, judging from the timeline, it should be the last time Yang Yun appeared in front of those sect masters, and it was a little bit before he fought with him.

There are so many memories in a person's life, if you want to find useful information about Yang Yun in it, it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, now that he had found the location where Yang Yun would appear, Wang Tu got rid of those useless memories and only searched for memories related to that dim underground space.

Soon, in Cheng Tong's memory, the second memory of Yang Yun appeared.

The same dim space, the same mode, Yang Yun sat alone on the stone chair of the altar, and below, there were still dozens of sect masters of the major sects.

This memory was probably Yang Yun's routine inspection, asking about the implementation of the plans of the major sect masters.

"In the past three months, my sect has arrested a total of four hundred and ninety-six young men. In the midst of the memory, a sectarian spoke up and replied with a smile.

"Well, that's good. I saw Yang Yun nodding lightly, seemingly very satisfied.

Next, each sect master reported to Yang Yun how many young people he had caught, and next to Yang Yun, a woman with a good posture held a brush in her hand and recorded it quickly.

In the end, according to the number of people caught by each sect, Yang Yun distributed some spirit stones as a reward, and the meeting ended.

After reading this memory, Wang Tu exhaled a long breath, and then searched for it earlier.

But the memories from earlier were almost no different from this paragraph, almost all of them were repeating the same thing, Yang Yun asked the sect masters about the status of the implementation of the plan, and the sect masters answered one by one, and finally sent spirit stones.

Although these contents were also very important, they were not what Wang Tu wanted to see the most, and he continued to search, until the teenage Cheng Tong entered the sect, and the memories of Yang Yun were almost the same as these.

Searching for this, Wang Tu's face became more and more solemn.

If he would say something like that, Cheng Tong must have known about Yang Yun's extremely hidden things, but Wang Tu didn't find it.

"Hey, I said, what's going on?" At this moment, Yang Yan on the side opened his mouth and asked anxiously.

"Otherwise, let's get out of the way, it looks like someone is looking for trouble. ”

Hearing Yang Yan say this, Wang Tu's divine sense expanded slightly to the outside, and he saw that about two or three kilometers away, hundreds of men who were also wearing fiery red robes were rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed!

"It's okay, give me a little more time. ”

The memory extracted by the spirit worm can only be read once, if it is stopped directly now, Cheng Tong's memory will be scrapped directly, at this juncture, Wang Tu does not want to give up.

After Wang Tu finished speaking, he raised his hands and pinched out one magic trick after another, instilling all his divine consciousness into Cheng Tong's memory, carefully looking for information about Yang Yun.

Certainly, there must be something that was left out by oneself.

Since there was no news about Yang Yun in the dim hall, it must have been Cheng Tong who spied on Yang Yun's secret without Yang Yun knowing.

Where, where.

The anxiety in his heart became more and more unbearable, but Wang Tu still carefully searched for Cheng Tong's memory.

Five years ago...

Ten years ago...

Twenty years ago...

Twenty-five years ago...

Cheng Tong's filthy life flashed quickly in his mind like a marquee, but in those memories, Yang Yun never appeared.

Thirty years ago...

In a small jungle, Cheng Tong, who still looked like a teenager, hid behind a big tree, raised his eyes, and looked at a position dozens of meters away, a man wearing a black robe, black hair and red eyes, except for Yang Yun, it could not be anyone else.

Got it!

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Wang Tu continued to read.

"Ahem!ahem!ahem!"

In his memory, Yang Yun leaned on his back, leaning next to a towering tree, covering his mouth with one hand, and constantly coughing in pain.

The palm that covered his mouth, between his fingers, black and red blood lines slowly flowed out, and every time Yang Yun coughed, his body sank a little more, obviously looking very painful.

Letting go of his hand, the corners of his mouth were full of blood, Yang Yun leaned against the edge of the big tree, panting slowly.

"Whew, whew. ”

Seeing this scene, even the king's disciple couldn't help but stagnate slightly.

Then, above Yang Yun's head, a somewhat playful voice slowly sounded.

"Tut-tut, I really didn't expect that even the Northern Immortal Emperor would be harmed by the terminal illness of the Immortal Realm and end up like this. ”

The voice came into his mind, and Wang Tu's expression was stunned at first, and then he sank suddenly.

"I didn't expect it to be you!"

In the memory, Yang Yun also raised his head, looking at the location of the sound source, an illusory figure in a suit slowly fell to the ground, and opened his mouth with an ugly face.

"Lord of the Demon Star Domain, Demon Venerable, Shaliye!"