Well!

With a muffled snort, Wu Zihao suddenly felt a trace of labor pain in his mind, and it was the fluctuation of the spirit seal associated with Charmille, and the bright light suddenly fluctuated a little, and it dimmed a lot in an instant, and it looked like it might disappear at any time.

In this way, Wu Zihao's eyes suddenly became cold, obviously someone was fighting with Charmilles, and he had a considerable advantage, looking at this situation, I am afraid that it will not take long to be destroyed.

"Who dares to be so bold, don't know whether to live or die, dare to touch her!"

Wu Zihao was furious, crushed the stone railing with one hand, and immediately closed his eyes to sense, but was surprised to find that Charmilles was not far from his position, at most a hundred miles away.

Raising his hand, he pulled the chrysanthemum girl up, disappeared from the spot in an instant, rose into the air, and flew rapidly towards the northwest, the latter obviously didn't know what to do, but he didn't say much, just quietly looked at Wu Zihao's shoulder, enjoying an inexplicable little joy.

Dozens of minutes later, Wu Zihao looked at Provence under his feet, and couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect it to be here, Charmilles didn't leave too far after leaving, but ran to Provence, which undoubtedly gave Wu Zihao the illusion that she might not have left.

The spirit seal in his mind is still faint, and Charmille's breath is already very weak, I am afraid that it has reached the point of life and death, and he may lose his life at any time.

The divine consciousness was released with a bang, sweeping across the huge area, and soon found Shamille's traces.

A manor surrounded by lavender is more than ten miles away in the center of the city, and the quiet night is only the noise of insects and birds, and there is an inexplicable depression.

Charmilles looked at the sturdy man in front of him with a miserable expression, how many days she had been haunted by her dreams, but she didn't expect the result of the meeting to be like this, and the severe pain in her body could not compare to the stab in her heart.

"Sister Charmilles, why are you lying, tell me, where is the master's soul gone, it's not good for you to hide it like this, if it goes on like this, the master may be angry, and I won't be able to stop him at that time!"

In the corner not far from the room, a young man in a blue T-shirt and white trousers squatted on the ground, his right index finger was stained with the blood that had not yet coagulated on the ground and drew strange symbols.

"Chris, I told you, his spirit was severely damaged and dissipated in the battle with the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox!" Charmilles said indifferently, just looking at the little girl holding the doll's corpse in Chris's hand, and there was an inexplicable trace of pity in his heart.

"You... Lie!"

The tall man in front of Shamilles grabbed Charmilles by the hair with one hand, carried it to the same height as himself, looked him in the eyes, and shouted in a gloomy voice: "The spirit of the master is immortal, do not deceive me with such despicable lies! Shamilles, you have disappointed me so much, in this case, you are not qualified to be the messenger of the master!"

"I am willing to die in your hands, but I have always had a question I want to know, can you tell me today?"

Charmille's pale cheeks were almost bloodless, and a pair of beautiful eyes were already full of tears, dripping down his chest along his cheeks, sweeping away the coldness of the past, and replacing them with tenderness that he had never felt before.

"No, never!"

The white-haired tall man said very indifferently, raised his other hand to hold Charmille's neck, and said in a cold voice: "We are all servants who resurrected him, and we are destined not to live an ordinary life again since we have this memory, and the only motivation for us to live is to resurrect him!"

"Sure enough, that's it!" Shamilles felt the big hand on his neck tighten continuously, his breathing began to slowly rapid, his body trembled unconsciously, and everything he saw in his eyes began to slowly blur.

"Really, I didn't expect to kill it like this, it really makes me sad to think about it!" Chris raised his blood-stained fingers, crossed his lips, licked his bright red tongue, looked at Shamilles, and said abruptly: "It really shouldn't be, how could I lose the master's soul, I really can't bear to kill you, hey, Seven Flails Society, she loves you so much, it's a pity to kill it!"

"Shut up!"

The white-haired man shouted violently: "If you lose his soul, you will die, this is the only purpose of our existence!"

With the force of his left hand, Charmille's face gradually began to change, and the white-haired man stared at Charmill with a pair of pupils, and let out a low roar: "Our faith is to resurrect him, you have disappointed me so much, even a part of his soul can be lost, and you have no need to exist!"

Charmille's trembling palm was raised with the best of his strength, gently brushing the resolute cheek of the white-haired man, revealing an indescribable smile, and the open mouth could not make a sound, but it could make anyone understand the meaning.

"Presumptuous, let me go!"

The roaring sound exploded, the roar full of anger almost reminded people of the reckless thunder in the sky, and the irresistible force in this voice made it difficult to refuse, an unquestionable order.

The sudden change made the white-haired man and Chris's bodies tremble slightly, and their spirits were shaken a little, and they seemed to have a glimmer of dizziness at this moment.

The tumbling thunder fell from the sky, directly blowing through the roof of this small building, and the violent spiritual power swept through the entire space like a tsunami, and the thunder that escaped in the air exploded arrogantly in the air, and anything that came into contact with it turned into ashes.

The white-haired man's wrist holding Shamille's neck suddenly tingled, and it was difficult to hold it for a while, so he naturally let go and quickly retreated, looking at the thunder flashing on his arm, his heart sank, and he stepped on it violently, and the ground where the cement was poured shattered, and a layer of pale yellow light covered his body, and it actually touched a place with the thunder that was about to burst into power, bursting and annihilating.

"Who are you?"

The white-haired man looked at the small oriental man in front of him and hugged Shamille, and an uncontrollable anger was inexplicably born in his heart.

Putting away his golden wings, Wu Zihao looked down at Shamilles in his arms distressedly, fortunately it came in time, otherwise this cold rose would have withered here.

But fortunately, although Charmilles was not lightly injured, he did not risk his life, and only after feeling her steady breathing did he let go of his heart, turned his head and stared at the white-haired man with cold eyes, and the thunder around him seemed to feel his anger, and flashed wildly.

"I'm the one who has her soul, and I'm the one who won't let people hurt her, you, damn it!"

After saying a word, Wu Zihao directly raised his right arm, opened his five fingers, and held it at the white-haired man from afar, more than a dozen spiritual power long swords instantly conjured out, and the sharp tip of the sword reached the white-haired man, enclosing it, this move was the earliest sword wheel dance that Wu Zihao comprehended in the way of the sword.

It's just that it is different from the previous sword wheel dance, and the spiritual power long sword formed at this moment is mixed with a trace of white thunder, and the terrifying spiritual pressure escapes from it, making people absolutely dare not underestimate the power contained in it.

More than a dozen long swords contracted rapidly, and the sharp sword qi made the white-haired man feel the sharp pain that pierced his soul, but even so, he still didn't move, but the ground under his feet trembled, and cracks like spider webs continued to spread.

Ding Ding Ding!

In a series of crisp crashing sounds, Wu Zihao's sword wheel dance all hit the white-haired man, but this indestructible spiritual power sword did not penetrate the white-haired man's body, and when it touched the brown light curtain outside his body, it annihilated and dissipated in the dense explosion.

The white-haired man's body trembled imperceptibly, but his eyes were still very sharp, and with his tall body, there was a bit of a mountain aura.

Stared at Wu Zihao with disdain, and snorted coldly: "Carving insect skills, the little monk of the East, remember my name, the one who ends your life is called... The Seven Flails Society!"

Before Wu Zihao could react, the Seven Flails Society had already dragged a string of phantoms and disappeared in place, and the clenched right fist had already impacted, avoiding the inevitable punch that bombarded Wu Zihao's chest, and the huge force was almost the same as a high-speed train, and the impact that erupted was terrifying.

Wu Zihao instinctively avoided it, but he was still holding Charmilles in his hand, lest she make a mistake, and was hit by the opponent's fist in a hesitation.

Wow!

Before he even had time to make a sound, Wu Zihao flew through the air with Shamille in his arms, smashed into the hard wall, the entire wall was shaken, and fine cracks crawled all over the wall, and then collapsed, burying Wu Zihao and Shamilles directly in it.

Looking at the constantly collapsing houses, the anger in the heart of the Seven Flails Society subsided a little, and he said to himself: "Let this place be your grave, the earth is the best place to go!"

The Seven Flails Society slapped their hands towards the ground, and the ground unexpectedly fluctuated strangely, rippling like water, and in the place where Wu Zihao and Shamir were buried, it seemed to encounter quicksand, and the huge ruined tomb slowly sank, and then was buried by a thick piece of soil.

It's not that the Seven Flails Society is too arrogant, but his strength is too terrifying, and with the power of the earth, he is not at all imaginable by ordinary people, as long as he steps on the earth, then his strength will never be exhausted.

Bang!

When the ruins were about to sink to the ground, Wu Zihao rushed out with Charmilles in his arms, and the backlog of rubble pieces fell like rain.

Stretching out his hand to press the position that was hit by the Seven Flail Society, Wu Zihao suddenly felt a sharp pain, he didn't expect that the strength of this big man in front of him would be so great, this punch smashed his bones into a large piece, if it weren't for his body being tempered countless times, this punch would be enough to blow his flesh and blood.

"It really hurts!"

Rubbing his chest, Wu Zihao threw Shamille behind him, and a black figure flew out, catching Shamille's body, and then disappeared into the darkness, as if it had never appeared.

The Seven Flails Society looked surprised, he didn't expect that someone could still have the ability to speak under his hammer blow, you must know that what he inherited was the power of the earth of Augustus, and his comprehension of the strength of the power has reached an extremely high level, and the power of this punch is comparable to the attack of the acolyte.