In Li Yue's consciousness, the swords were in pieces, the shadows were in pieces, the brain was in pieces, the particles were in pieces, the flies and the bags were in pieces...
The candlelight also flickered and shattered.
It's the soul that is broken.
But the killing between the broken souls has not started yet, because they have a common object of hatred-Okibuki.
Although the cloth bag is divided into millions of pieces, each piece is a whole.
[Break it all and start again! Anyway, I am worth tens of millions!]
Okibuki's heart burst out with a cry again.
The broken souls are fighting on their own, unable to move the bone sword and holy whip, let alone gather the particle drills, to continue to deal a fatal blow to the King of the Colosseum.
A broken soul is not enough to shake Okibuki.
[This is a big problem, you should solve Ojibuji first.]
【Come back, your friends...】
Li Yue's thoughts fell under the shadow, making Nolay Moore's body tremble, and then he waved the 16-section holy whip stick in a more violent and decisive manner, hammering the bag hard like hitting dough.
Oujibuji's cloth bag is not yet in human form, but twisted and coiled, like a deformed little snake underground.
"Reshape your souls with a place to rest..."
"That's right! The Colosseum belongs to them! It belongs to Budi Borg! You are their soldier! Hahaha!" Okibuki saluted.
The bag spit out small strands of flies, as if it was vomiting blood.
[Kill low-level demons and get 1 demon point...]
It's time for the usual devil's deal again.
"Scorrik?" Lu Le laughed so much that he fell to the ground - if there was an organ for making tear glands, Lu Le would have laughed till tears filled his eyes now.
Until now, Ojibuki still thinks that his enemy is Budiberg and Skorrick.
"Don't you have any last words?" Li Yue announced his death to Lu Lecuiji.
Returning to his brain body, Lu Le felt even less.
Countless flaming flies gathered at the "abominable" cards sewn on the bag, biting off the binding threads one by one.
Even the candlelight in the skystand did not freeze for a moment.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"You! Luletridge! King of the Colosseum! I am willing to worship you!"
Why can't even the confrontation and killing at the soul level...the eight demon sons be solved?
This is the nature of the Bag Devil.
Dandan fiddles with the particles and taps on his own eggshell, missing that solid body.
"Raise a glass to the bright moon, and become the eight demons to the shadow..."
"King of the Colosseum?" Hannibal said with a respectful smile on his lips.
The shadow was faint, wrapping the souls of Li Yue and Dandan.
Li Yue shared his experience of deconstructing the soul during that time with Noley Moore, and Noley Moore also instantly grasped the complete soul in the wasteland.
The eight devil children are freely imagined, a shrinking brain that only knows how to run away, and a ball of flaming fly pee... it will be of little use to the library.
"Buddy Bogha?" Li Yue couldn't help but laugh, and got into a ball with Yingying and Dandan.
Li Yue controlled the threads with his mind, re-sewed the abominable cards tightly, and at the same time controlled some wronged souls, and cut each burning fly into four pieces.
As time goes by, the "abominable" card may be taken out by Okibuki, and the "antagonism" between the three devil sons will become more serious, leading to the killing of each other.
Shadow words flow, this is Nole Moore responding to Li Yue's call.
Even if Li Yue does everything, Oujibuji, who has cut off his desire to kill, is still powerful against the big cat that has become one with the ruler.
Only when death is close at hand can we truly experience fear.
Without asking any more questions, Yingying reunited the bodies and souls of the eight demon sons and placed them in their original places.
Realizing that Okibuki is about to break away from the "abomination", a confrontation is about to happen...
"Don't use too much force. If it's good, it's bad..."
[Kill, kill, kill...]
And every broken piece of Nolemore and Egg is trying its best to attack the flies.
At the same time as the abominable cards rejoined, the rolled up wasteland shot out countless petrified rays of light, filling the entire Colosseum.
"Skorrik...I am willing to serve Skorrikha!" Hearing the laughter, Okibuki suddenly realized some details and changed his allegiance.
"They let you go! You are a gambling fiend! You know how to raise the bet! You can double the value of the library!" Luletricki's shout was as unconfident as before.
Only the shadows condensed into the appearance of Don Quixote, not a trace of sadness.
The old king of the Colosseum died, and the killing cup that had been in retreat since Li Yue traveled through time finally came to an end.
Of course, my inner voice said something completely different, like a fly whose buzzing sound is endless, always craving for less.
Ojibuki folded his body and shrank into a ball of urine, begging for mercy.
With only one-eighth of his size left, Lule Chuji could no longer stir up any turmoil, and the burning of the hell karma fire intensified.
Dandan seemed to get some inspiration from the big wolf - the whole egg was surgically wrapped into a drill bit, and it shuttled back and forth through the bag at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, bringing up yellow and white blood lines.
Become a pile of rags.
The two swords were being sewn together by candlelight. Although there were no cracks, the overall appearance of the swords had not been restored.
Yihe's dark element magic was broken, and the eight sons of devil returned to their respective places.
"It's a bad idea. The big cat is obedient, and you saved him." Li Yue pointed to the hell karma fire that was attacking the fly corpse in mid-air, and spread his hands to the fly urination stall underground.
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Li Yue stretched out his shadow as much as possible and wrote such a paragraph between the complete soul and soul.
What have they experienced?
Each fragmented shadow is changing shape, calling for the return of Noley Moore.
Li Yue realized that he could no longer allow the situation to develop like this.
These souls released by the two swords of killing and opposition are now trapped by the authority of the Colosseum. Instead, they all devote themselves to the bone sword, backlashing the King of the Colosseum.
"The condensation of the white night, the curtain of the universe, the master behind the light, Nolemore, you call him."
The flies of the King of the Colosseum moved hastily, their bodies shrank by another eighth, and their souls that had just been straightened out became even more stagnant.
The candlelight in the sky stands swayed and steadied, all pointing towards Li Yue.
[Material "Voice of Greed", please confirm. 】
Even if the power is minimal.
"Spare your life! You can't be their slave! The slave of the library! Tell Budiberg!"
[Current object... status: fear]
"Yes! He knows! The King of the Colosseum is such a bad guy! He will suffer a lot..."
Sure enough, no matter how much preparation was made, it was so difficult for a small pillar of authority to be overthrown.
This is the last trump card Oujibuji keeps based on his own characteristics.
A ray of moonlight momentarily illuminated the flickering candlelight under the bleachers in the sky.
[You are all back, he could use your body to deconstruct it before...]
Yingying was unfamiliar with the chimeric structure of the original eight demon children's bodies and souls, and had no choice.
Luletricki understood what happened in a short period of time.
Ojibuki roared in despair, and the urine in the ground gradually melted completely, making no sound.