In the end, the white-haired old man made a decision, and after a moment of silence, the murderous intent in his eyes did not disappear, but in a flash, it instantly became hundreds of times richer, and he stared at Wuqi deadly.

"Hmph! Don't be qualified to run for the next generation of the sect master! This kid has repeatedly sabotaged the old man's good deeds, and he must not be spared! Even if the sect master asks later, the responsibility will be borne by the old man alone! Disciples, listen to the old man's orders, kill this kid, destroy his body, trap his soul, even if he is the master of the heavenly book, you must keep him here. ”

As soon as these words came out, the attitudes of all the Tianshan Sect disciples who were watching Wuqi changed, and their eyes looking at Wuqi no longer left any scruples, but were all cold and hostile.

At the same time, as this command sounded, a bright light appeared behind everyone, breaking through the air, and under the rapid hovering overhead, turning into one flying sword after another appeared in front of Wuqi, and the tips of all the flying swords pointed in the same direction, which was Wuqi.

As soon as Wu Qi saw this formation, he knew that something was wrong, although he knew very well that he would not die, and the broken flesh could be repaired in a minute, but he heard the words of the white-haired old man just now, and the other party did not only kill himself this time, but also took out his soul at the moment when his body collapsed, and tortured it again and again.

In this way, even if you have the ability to come back from the dead, it is equivalent to having no effect. For what is the difference between a soulless body and the walking dead? Is that body still oneself?

As soon as he thought about this, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he gradually developed a rare sense of fear for the upcoming torture.

However, Wuqi also knew very well that it was useless to beg for mercy now. Because, the other party has made up his mind, and he will never be persuaded by his words, and even if he can really convince the other party, should he beg for mercy?

No.

If you admit your mistakes to the enemy in a low voice because of a little fear in your heart. Then it is not unremarkable for itself.

Be aware of that. Wuqi's mood returned to calm, but no matter how calm he was, he couldn't change the fact that he was coming.

At this moment, I saw the white-haired old man give a hands-on look at all the disciples around him. Big and small. A total of more than twenty flying swords all roared out. Broke through the void and drew countless spatial cracks, between the lightning and flint. Approaching Wuqi.

The next moment, seeing that as soon as they rushed by, they were about to cut Wuqi's body to pieces, and it became a pile of debris, but at this time, at this most critical moment, Wuqi took the initiative to raise his head and said a word without humility or arrogance, so that all the flying swords were about to touch his body, and all the Tianshan Sect disciples who were being manipulated forcibly stopped.

I only heard Wuqi's voice shouting loudly: "You can't kill me......! No...... Don't even think about taking the book from heaven. Because, only I can afford to hold the Book of Heaven!"

As soon as this statement came out, the group led by the white-haired old man naturally didn't believe it, but this kind of thing would rather be believed than not believed, so the white-haired old man suddenly ordered all the disciples to stop.

When he saw that Wuqi was safe and sound, and was not fatally injured, the white-haired old man's expression changed a little, although the killing intent in his eyes was still there, but it was no longer so strong, but with the gradual sobering of his mind, it became less and less.

At the same time, the white-haired old man narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at Wuqi not far away, without saying anything, let alone opening his mouth to confirm whether Wuqi's words were true, but fell into silence.

It wasn't until several disciples took the initiative to get the heavenly books on the ground, but they all returned in vain, and the white-haired old man's murderous eyes showed a trace of undisguised surprise.

I really didn't expect that the Book of Heaven was really exactly the same as the sect master said, if it was still an ownerless thing, then it would be taken back directly, there would be no problem, but if there was a master, it would be troublesome to retrieve it. Because, the weight of the Book of Heaven will increase hundreds or thousands of times, and only those who are recognized by it can easily control it, and those who are not recognized will be difficult to even take away.

This is the biggest advice given to the white-haired old man and his party before the white-haired old man and his party left, and it is also the secret that each generation of the sect master of the Tianshan Sect must explain to the successor.

But the white-haired old man now knew all this in advance, and it is conceivable how high his status is in Tianshan Gate, and the index of being respected by all the disciples is not low.

However, it is one thing to know these secrets, and it is another thing to confirm them with your own eyes.

Before he saw the special features of the Book of Heaven, the white-haired old man had even forgotten the sect master's explanation, but now, he remembered it, and even recalled the sect master's explanation to himself after the most reluctance.

"Elder Wang, the Book of Heaven will please you! Don't forget what I just said, if you really encounter a situation where the Book of Heaven has already recognized the new master, don't kill the Lord of the Book of Heaven, just bring him back, we need him, only the Lord of the Book of Heaven can see the content recorded in the Book of Heaven, don't forget!"

And it was precisely because of this passage that when the white-haired old man looked at Wuqi again, his eyes changed, and he was no longer angry, but there was some faint helplessness.

However, this gaze and emotion only lasted for a moment, and the white-haired old man thought about it, and then smiled, and the corners of his mouth were raised again, revealing a vicious smile, and he said to himself: "I'm so stupid!"

The Sect Master had already said that the Book of Heaven was very easy to take away when it was still an ownerless thing. And it is only when it has become a thing of the owner that it will be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and no one can take it with anyone but its owner.

Since this kid can be recognized by the Book of Heaven, then the Sect Master can too, no, maybe I don't need the Sect Master to come at all, I can try it myself.

As long as I start fast enough, I can kill this kid in seconds. Wouldn't it be okay to extract his soul, perform the soul searching technique, and find a way to make the Heavenly Book recognize the Lord from his past memories?"

At this point, before the white-haired old man had time to smile proudly, the group of disciples around him who supported him in killing Wuqi couldn't control their excitement one step ahead of him, and they opened their mouths one by one, and laughed sharply.

"Master, what you said is so right! It doesn't matter what kind of master of the Book of Heaven he is! He can be recognized by the Book of Heaven if he is so weak, you must be fine!"

"Yes, Master, your decision is so right, let's go together. Chop this kid!"

The white-haired old man heard this. Smiling slightly, seeing that his disciple was so excited, he couldn't help but feel a little proud, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He nodded slightly. A finger is just a swipe in front of your eyes. He aimed his sword at the men he had used to hunt down Fluttershy.

And at this time, all the disciples of the white-haired old man, whether they were the ones who supported the white-haired old man before, were unsurprising. Still opposed, they all sacrificed their flying swords almost at the same time, aiming at Wuqi.

The next moment, there was no signal, no warning, only a terrible scream that kept echoing in the place.

"Ah!!h

Only to hear the miserable sound of Wuqi kept echoing from his mouth, his body was pierced by more than 20 flying swords almost in the blink of an eye, and was cut frantically, the whole person was like a lamb being slaughtered, the flesh and blood were like silk threads, "whoosh" fell, the blood was like a fountain, couldn't stop erupting, and the bones were not spared, and they couldn't even support it for a moment, and they all turned into minced meat and powder.

However, this is not over, at this moment, the white-haired old man's wrist flipped, his palm fingers turned into claw shapes, and he pulled forcefully at Wuqi's miserable corpse, and a transparent little man was immediately forcibly pulled out of the pile of powder that no one recognized, and fell into the hands of the white-haired old man.

It wasn't anything else, it was Wuqi's soul, unable to speak, not having much consciousness, only an instinct to survive, but it recorded all the memories of Wuqi's life.

"Hum hum hum...... Haha......ha The master of the Book of Heaven is nothing more than that! Weak! Too weak! How can I be worthy of being the master of the Book of Heaven with this kind of strength! The only person who can be worthy of the title of Lord of the Book of Heaven is me!"

The next moment, the white-haired old man's expression became a little crazy, but no one cared. Because, this is the reaction that anyone will have, as long as they know the great secrets of the Book of Heaven, almost all of them will have such a reaction, and if not, then it is called strange.

Realizing this, all the disciples were happy for the white-haired old man, and they were all so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and some even cried.

When the white-haired old man saw it, he became even more excited, and after nodding slowly, he immediately started to act, and gently pulled out a cloud of light blue gas on top of Wuqi's soul.

That is Wuqi's memories before his death, but not all, it's just that what happened in Wuqi's past five or six years has all turned into one illusory image after another, and it is replayed in front of everyone.

After reading it, the white-haired old man had no expression, he felt that these memories were useless to him, raised his wrist, patted it gently, and made a gesture to completely scatter this memory of Wuqi, so that Wuqi would lose this memory forever.

Then, in the same way, he continued to extract Wuqi's memories, and then scattered the parts that were useless to him, until he saw the memories of how Wuqi became the master of the Heavenly Book, and then he would stop.

But stopping, it doesn't mean letting go, once he masters the method of letting Tianshu recognize himself as the master, he is ready to imprison Wuqi's soul for his disciples to deal with, as for what will happen to Wuqi's soul in the end, whether it is life or death, then he doesn't care, but no matter what the result is, he won't mind.

Because, once he found a way to let Tianshu recognize the Lord in Wuqi's memory, then Wuqi would be useless to him. In this way, on the sect master's side, he can still have an explanation, and he can even let himself secretly practice the anti-heaven supernatural powers in the heavenly book without the sect master's knowledge, so why not do it?

As soon as he thought of this, the white-haired old man's face suddenly flashed a trace of undisguised admiration, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, the more he thought about it, the more he admired his cleverness, and when he reached the end, he couldn't control his too excited mood, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

All the disciples were happy to see the master like this, replacing the white-haired old man, and no one had any intention of destroying the atmosphere, and their smiling eyes turned into thin lines one by one.

However, at this time, when the white-haired old man's wrist was raised, he fell slightly, and was about to cut off Wuqi's memories of the past few years with one palm, completely erasing these memories from Wuqi's soul, and the shocking changes that no one expected actually appeared in an instant, which caught everyone off guard, caught off guard, and for a while, he couldn't make any reaction, including the white-haired old man. (To be continued......)

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