In the end, the old man with white hair made a decision. After a moment of silence, the murderous intent in his eyes not only did not disappear, but flashed in an instant, and he instantly became hundreds of times stronger, staring at Wuqi.

"Hmph! It's okay if you don't have the qualifications to run for the next generation of sect leader! This kid repeatedly destroys my good deeds and must not forgive me! Even if the sect leader asks about it later, the responsibility will be borne by me alone! The disciples, follow my orders and kill this kid, destroy his body, and trap his soul. Even if he is the Lord of Heavenly Book, he will keep him here."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the disciples of the Tianshan Sect who were watching Wuqi changed their attitudes. The eyes that looked at Wuqi no longer had any scruples, but were all cold and hostile.

At the same time, as this command sounded, a dazzling light appeared behind everyone, breaking through the air, quickly hovering above his head, turning into one flying sword after another appeared in front of Wuqi. The tips of all the flying swords pointed in the same direction, which was Wuqi.

Wuqi knew that something was wrong when he saw this situation. Although he knew very well that he would not die and that his body would be broken, he could completely repair it in one minute, but he could hear what the white-haired old man said clearly. This time the other party took action not only to kill him, but also to extract his soul at the moment when his body collapsed, and torture continued.

In this way, even if you have the ability to resurrect from the dead, it will be of no use. Because, what is the difference between a soulless body and a walking corpse? Moreover, if your soul is not in the body, then is that body still yourself?

As soon as I thought about this, Wuqi became more and more afraid of the upcoming torture gradually developed a rare sense of fear.

However, Wuqi also knew very well that it was useless to beg for mercy now. Because the other party had decided and would never be convinced by his own words. Even if he could really convince the other party, should he beg for mercy?

No.

If you just whisper to admit your mistake to the enemy because of something in your heart’s fear, then you will be no wonder.

Realizing this, Wuqi's mood returned to calm, but no matter how calm it was, it could not change the facts that were about to come.

At this moment, the white-haired old man looked at all the disciples around him. More than twenty flying swords, big and small, roared out. He broke through the void, drew countless cracks in space, and approached Wuqi in a flash.

The next moment, as they rushed past, they were about to cut Wuqi's body into pieces and became a pile of pieces. But at this moment, at this most critical moment, Wuqi took the initiative to look up and said something neither humble nor arrogantly, causing all the flying swords to forcefully stop at the moment when they were about to touch his body.

Wuqi shouted loudly: "You can't kill me! If you kill me, Wuming... no... you don't think about taking the Heavenly Book. Because only I can take the Heavenly Book!"

As soon as this statement was made, the group led by the old man with the white hair naturally did not believe it, but it would rather be believed in such a thing than to believe in it. Therefore, the old man with white hair suddenly ordered all his disciples to stop.

After seeing Wuqi safe and sound and not being fatally injured, the expression of the white-haired old man changed a little. Although the murderous intent in his eyes was still there, it was no longer so strong. Instead, as his mind gradually became clearer, 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. He said nothing, nor did he say to confirm whether Wuqi's words meant to be true, but fell into silence.

It was not until several disciples took the initiative to get the heavenly books on the ground that they returned in vain that the white-haired old man's murderous gaze appeared without any concealment.

I really didn't expect that the Book of Heaven is exactly the same as the sect leader said. If it is still a masterless thing, then it will be easy to retrieve it without any problem. But if there is a master, it will be troublesome to retrieve it. Because the weight of the Book of Heaven will increase by hundreds of times, and only those who are recognized by it can easily control it, and it is difficult for those who are not recognized to take it away.

This is the biggest reminder from the White-haired Old Man and his group before they left, and it is also the secret that every generation of Tianshan Gate sect leader must give to the successor. Generally, this matter will only be told when the successor officially becomes the contemporary sect leader of the Tianshan Gate.

But the old man with white hair now predicted all this in advance. It is conceivable how high his status in Tianshan Gate is, and his reputation for being praised by his disciples is also not low.

However, knowing these secrets is one thing, and confirming these things with your own eyes is another.

Before seeing the special nature of the Book of Heaven, the old man with white hair had even forgotten the sect leader's explanation, but now he remembered it, and even recalled the sect leader's final explanation to him.

"Elder Wang! Please ask you in the Heavenly Book! Don't forget what I said just now. If you really encounter the situation where the Heavenly Book has already recognized the new master, don't kill the Heavenly Book Lord and bring him back. We need him. Only the Heavenly Book Lord can see the content recorded in the Heavenly Book, don't forget!"

It is precisely because of this passage that when the white-haired old man looked at Wuqi again, his eyes changed. He no longer became angry, but instead showed a faint look of helplessness.

However, this gaze and emotion lasted for a moment. The white-haired old man thought about it and smiled. He raised the corner of his mouth again, and showed a vicious smile, and said to himself: "I am so stupid!

He actually forgot everything such a simple thing! The Sect Master has long said that the heavenly book is very easy to take away when it is still a master. And it will only be as heavy as a thousand pounds when it has become a master, and no one can take away except the master.

Since that's the case, wouldn't it be a better choice for me to kill this kid? Since this kid can be recognized by the Book of Heaven, the Sect Master can do it too. No, maybe there is no need for the Sect Master to come in person, I can try it myself.

As long as I start quickly enough, I can kill this kid in the moment I instantly. Isn’t that enough, just pull out his soul, use the soul searching technique, and find out how to make the heavenly book recognize the master from his past memories?"

At this point, the old white-haired man had no time to laugh proudly, and the group of disciples who supported him and Kill Wuqi could not control his excitement before him. They all opened their mouths and their voices grinned sharply.

"Master! You are right! No matter what the Lord of Heavenly Books is he! He is so weak that he can be recognized by Heavenly Books, and you must be fine!"

"Yes! Master! Your decision is so right. Let's go and chop this kid together!"

When the old man with white hair smiled slightly when he heard this, he saw that his disciple was so excited, and couldn't help but feel a little proud. He raised the corner of his mouth and nodded gently. He just slashed his finger in front of his eyes. He aimed the flying swords that he had just used to chase Xiaodie and killed Xiaodie at Wuqi.

At this moment, all the disciples of the white-haired old man, whether they supported the white-haired old man and opposed it, had almost the same sacrificial sword and aimed at Wuqi.

The next moment, there was no signal or warning, only a shrill scream echoed here constantly.

"ah!!!"

Only Wuqi's miserable voice kept echoing from his mouth. His body was pierced by more than twenty flying swords in the blink of an eye and was cut wildly. He was like a lamb slaughtered, his flesh and blood were like silk threads, falling "waving" and blood was like a fountain, and the bones were not spared. He could not even support it for a moment, and it turned into minced meat and powder.

However, it was not over yet. At this moment, the old man with white hair flipped his wrist and his palms and fingers turned into claws. He pulled Wuqi's terrible body strongly, and a transparent villain was immediately forced to escape from the pile of powder that no one could recognize and fell into the old man's hand.

That is nothing else, it is Wuqi's soul, unable to speak, not too much consciousness, only a kind of survival instinct, but it records Wuqi's entire memory of this life.

"Hmph... Hahahaha... The master of the Heavenly Book is just that! Weak! So weak! How can you be the master of the Heavenly Book with this strength? I am the only one who deserves the title of the Lord of the Heavenly Book!"

The next moment, the old man with white hair became a little crazy, but no one cared. Because this was a reaction that anyone would have. Almost anyone who knew the secret of the Heavenly Book would have such a reaction. If not, that would be strange.

Realizing this, the disciples were happy for the white-haired old man, all of whom were so excited that they could not control themselves, and some even cried.

When the old man with white hair saw it, he became even more excited. After nodding slowly, he immediately started to move. He gently snatched a ball of light blue gas on Wuqi's soul.

That was the memory of Wuqi during his lifetime, but it was not all, but what happened in Wuqi over the past five or six years turned into illusory images after another, and was replayed in front of everyone.

After reading the white-haired old man had no expression. He felt that these memories were useless to him. He raised his wrist and patted him gently and made a gesture to completely break up Wuqi's memory, making Wuqi lose this memory forever.

Then, in the same way, continue to extract Wuqi's memories, and then disperse the parts that are useless to you. Until you see how Wuqi became the Lord of the Heavenly Book, you will stop.

But stopping does not mean letting go. Once he mastered the method of making Tianshu consider himself the Lord, he would be ready to imprison Wuqi's soul for his disciples to deal with. As for what the final destination of Wuqi's soul will be, whether it will be life or death, he would not care about it. However, no matter what the result is, he would not mind.

Because, once you find the way to make the Heavenly Book recognize the Lord in Wuqi's memory, Wuqi will be useless to him. In this way, he can have an explanation on the sect leader, and even let himself practice the heavenly powers in the Heavenly Book without the knowledge of the sect leader. Why not do such a good thing about both worlds?

As soon as he thought about this, a look of unconcealed admiration suddenly appeared on the face of the white-haired old man. The more he thought about it, the more he became more excited, and the more he thought about it, the more he admired his intelligence. In the end, he could not control his excessive excitement and his body couldn't stop trembling.

When the disciples saw the master like this, they were happy for the white-haired old man. No one had any intention of destroying the atmosphere. Their eyes were all smiling and their eyes turned into thin lines.

However, at this moment, just as the white-haired old man raised his wrist and gently fell, he was about to cut off Wuqi's memories of the past few years and completely erase these memories from Wuqi's soul, the shocking change that no one expected appeared instantly, which caught everyone off guard and caught off guard. For a moment, he could not react, including the white-haired old man. (To be continued...)
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