Wu Heng stood in the wind and rain for three days and three nights, and remained motionless despite the merciless blows of the wind and rain.

His heart was dead, dead after that beautiful and moving figure had left.

How could the cold rain reach his bone-chilling heart?

His heart had long since lost its color, so even the gloomy gray sky could not compare to his dim world.

What are those storms compared to this?

On the fourth day, the rain stopped.

But the sky was still a little oppressive, as if it was experiencing something uncomfortable at the moment.

After dawn, the outside of the forbidden land suddenly became a little noisy. All kinds of discussions came out one after another, and looking at the movement, it seemed that many other disciples in the sect had gathered outside the forbidden land.

But no matter how big the movement outside is, it can't arouse Wu Heng's interest at this moment.

When the hour was approaching, there was another commotion outside the forbidden land, and it seemed that the high-level of the sect had finally appeared.

After a few judgment-like readings, the crowd outside fell silent. Immediately afterwards, there were footsteps one after another, from far and near.

Wu Heng turned a deaf ear to the outside world and was indifferent.

It wasn't until there was a sound from the chains on his body that Wu Heng lazily raised his eyelids.

The figures of several sect elders appeared in his sight, and seeing that they were constantly busy around those altars, it seemed that they were arranging something.

Wu Heng closed his eyes again, lowered his head, and curled up his entire body.

After another moment, the few elders who were busy suddenly stopped, and they all put down their affairs and saluted respectfully in one direction.

"See the two sect masters!"

The elders shouted in unison.

"Hmm...... How's it going?"

Sect Master Ye waved his hand, and his mood seemed to be a little unpleasant.

"Sect Master, the ceremony is ready, just wait for three o'clock in the afternoon!"

Ouyang Jie clenched his fists with both hands and replied respectfully.

"Hmmm......"

Sect Master Ye nodded lightly and looked at the center of the magic circle, the young man with a gloomy figure with a complicated expression.

Who would have thought that the person who was once the Tianjiao of the sect or the hero in the minds of the disciples would now end up like this?

Even the master of this sect, who is accustomed to seeing people's feelings and sophistication, is inevitably embarrassed.

Shaking his head, Sect Master Ye slowly turned around, and together with Deputy Sect Master Sikong Mingyang, he walked to the side of the court seat that had already been set up for him.

The atmosphere was immersed again, and several elders were scrubbing over something, but no one spoke again.

Wu Heng waited calmly until the moment when noon came.

"Brother Ye, it's almost time......"

Sikong Mingyang looked at the sky and reminded Ye Xiaochuan in a low voice.

"Hmm......"

Sect Master Ye nodded casually, stood up and headed towards the magic circle again.

Seeing that the sect master had returned again, several elders hurriedly bowed down again.

Sect Master Ye waved his hand, looked at the young man again, and asked lightly:

"Wu Heng, do you have anything to say?"

Several elders looked at each other, not knowing why the sect master still had the heart to ask at this time, shouldn't it be true to take advantage of this hour to take the sword earlier?

But they didn't dare to slander, and they all looked at the young man to hear what he had to say.

The imaginary shouting of grievances did not happen, and there were no words to defend himself.

The boy was still motionless, and if he hadn't been able to feel the breath of nothingness on his body, I am afraid that everyone would have thought that he was dead.

The atmosphere became a little dreary.

"Hmph!

Sect Master Ye's face turned pale, and he waved his hand vigorously:

"Take the sword!"

Seeing that the sect master was angry, all the elders did not dare to make a sound, and they all cautiously returned to their positions and began to prepare to chant incantations.

The forbidden land was originally used to seal the place to destroy the gods, and the magic circle underground was also portrayed by an unborn predecessor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and its role was also to suppress the power of the gods.

But the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect could never have imagined that a young man with an ordinary cultivation could attract the resonance of the Divine Sword, and they couldn't guess what kind of power could make the Divine Sword break out......

However, things have changed with twists and turns.

What everyone couldn't have imagined was that this young man who was recognized by the Divine Sword was still carrying a peerless murderous thing of the Demon Dao, and he also secretly practiced the Demon Dao Exercises.

All of this made these old guys who had seen a lot of the world feel shocked and inexplicable and incredible......

What kind of power is hidden in this young man's body, which can attract two treasures of the desolation to inhabit him?

I'm afraid that's why the Sect Master asked that young man, right? Who on this continent could have such an opportunity?

It's a pity, it's a pity! If this young man can hide himself well, why won't he be able to dominate the entire Desolate Continent in the future?

The elders couldn't help but feel sorry for the young man, and they had long forgotten the mistakes he had made.

At this point, there is no room for redemption. What should be done, but there can be no mercy!

You can't ignore the future rise and fall of a sect because of a young boy, that is absolutely not allowed!

Therefore, when the four elders sat down on the altar of the four directions, the sound of an obscure incantation sounded throughout the forbidden land.

......

As a cultivator continues to cultivate, his soul will continue to grow stronger.

People in different realms have different strengths and weaknesses in their souls.

The divine soul is the divine thought, also known as the consciousness of a person.

Consciousness is so mysterious that even the best powerhouses can't really understand it, but they can comprehend more powerful skills by connecting with their own consciousness with the help of the power of nature.

Almost no one can hold a peerless divine weapon in their divine soul, unless this person's divine soul is extremely powerful, and it is extremely powerful!

And there is such a person in front of him, his divine soul can not only accommodate divine soldiers, but also hold two at the same time!

Although others can't do it to the same extent as him, he can also use external forces to temporarily control the divine soldiers.

Now the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are going to take out the divine sword from Wu Heng's divine soul to destroy the gods!

This method of forcibly stripping the souls of others is somewhat cruel and almost never used by people in the righteous path.

But today it's going to be used on that young man!

The sound of the spell became louder and louder, and the chains wrapped around Wu Heng's body writhed on their own like a spirit snake, and the strange formations on the ground gradually lit up!

The reason why the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect chose to take the sword at three o'clock in the afternoon was also because this time was the time of the day when the yang energy was the most vigorous.

Only with the help of a part of the power of heaven and earth can we have a little more grasp of the sword.

Wu Heng suddenly felt a little headache, maybe it was because those elders were reading too ugly. He himself was in a state of confusion, but he was gradually awakened by the sound of these spells.

A strong wind blew inexplicably in the forbidden land, and the chains shook even more violently, and the restraints became tighter.

Wu Heng had a feeling of being oppressed.

He opened his eyes blankly, looking at these sect seniors who had been kind to him, and he didn't understand what they were going to do.

The next moment, a tearing pain swept over, making Wu Heng's already fragile body tremble suddenly.

Wu Heng wanted to reach out and hold his head to suppress the tearing pain, but he found that he had already been restrained and couldn't move, he was like a tightly wrapped zongzi, at the mercy of others......

As the incantation grew louder and faster, the pain became more and more intense!

Wu Heng felt as if there were countless sharp knives at this moment, slashing his head one by one, making him extremely painful.

However, he could only watch, because there was no other way to relieve the pain......

"Ah......h

Wu Heng finally couldn't help but hiss out......

The last time the God Destroyer entered Wu Heng's Divine Soul, it was also its own conscious action.

But even so, the process was extremely painful, and Wu Heng was tortured for half a quarter of an hour before he finally couldn't support it and fell into a coma.

However, the sword taking ceremony prepared by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect this time was not only extremely risky, but also because it was a forcible act, so the pain that Wu Heng had to endure at this moment was more than double that of the last time!

No one will care about a disciple who has made a big mistake in the sect, and people will not care about his life and death at the moment, but everyone cares about whether the divine sword in his soul can be taken out smoothly.

Seeing Wu Heng's painful roar, Sect Master Ye frowned slightly, and his expression seemed to be a little displeased.

"Brother Ye don't have to worry, I think that the divine sword will be able to be taken out smoothly, but I'm afraid the process will be a little longer......"

Sikong Mingyang seemed to see what Sect Master Ye was thinking, and hurriedly raised his mind.

"Hmph, I hope so!"

Sect Master Ye was still a little dissatisfied, as if he felt that he couldn't get something back.

The pain is getting stronger and more intense......

Wu Heng felt as if his head was about to be torn apart little by little!

He couldn't bear it anymore, and he could only scream desperately......

Blood slowly seeped out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, and he was already in pain and couldn't breathe!

He trembled desperately, and his appearance was extremely miserable......

Several elders who were reciting the incantation had a look of unbearability on their faces after hearing his heart-rending screams, but their movements still did not stop, and the sound of chanting incantations became more urgent.

A full quarter of an hour later, when Wu Heng's screams spread to every corner of the forbidden land, and even the other disciples outside the forbidden land heard it clearly, just when Sect Master Ye's face became more and more ugly......

Finally, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from Wu Heng's eyebrows!

The white light was so bright, like the brilliant light of a star!

The moment it appeared, the entire forbidden place seemed to be illuminated......

"It's out!"

Seeing this scene, Sect Master Ye couldn't help but stand up and blurt out excitedly.