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Lingling made a move of "Singing Light Saber·Weiguo!!" and slashed out the holy sickle that contained Amaterasu, thunder and lightning, and flames. The target of the spiral slash was naturally absorbing the soul.

Seeing this, the holy sickle was unhurried, the sickle was tilted up, and the cloak of the huge skeleton death phantom behind him came from both sides and closed to cover him, Lingling's majesty was on top of the cloak.

The holy scythe in the air only took two steps back.

This is beyond the two people's expectations.

Lingling didn't expect him to follow up so easily.

But the holy sickle didn't expect that he would be shocked back two steps.

The soul absorption of the Holy Scythe is like the collection of Moria's shadows. The more it absorbs, the stronger it is, so the battlefield with heavy casualties is the best nourishment for him.

"You can't beat me, witch Lingling, your strength is destined to be restrained by me!"

After finishing talking about Lingling, Sacred Scythe turned to look at Brook in the other direction.

"And you, Brooke, you didn't die decades ago, but now you have the power to control the souls of the dead just like me!!"

"But, I will let you know, who is the god of death!!!"

As soon as the words fell, the suction power of the holy sickle doubled instantly, and even Joki and the others who were attached to the clay chess pieces felt themselves being pulled out!!

At such a critical time, Brooke didn't joke anymore, and the strength of playing the music of the underworld increased, and he competed with the holy scythe for his soul.

But the suction of the holy sickle is too strong, even if it is not far from the river of the underworld, it will still be absorbed!!

"Die to my old lady!!"

Just as the holy sickle was absorbing selflessly, Lingling Feikong came flying in the shadow of a lotus flower, and punched the holy sickle.

And even though the cloak was protecting the holy sickle, the holy sickle was pushed back by this punch.

"what!!"

"Since the fruit ability is restrained, since the Homiz will be cut down and become smaller."

"Then I will give up everything else and fight with you!!"

"My old lady's body!! It's much stronger than your scrawny dog!!"

After speaking, Lingling typed again.

The holy sickle was angry, and swung the sickle to cut across.

Lingling's abdomen was scratched, which was a double injury to her body and soul, but Lingling didn't frown at all, and she had to punch the holy sickle in the face in exchange for an injury.

After being punched from the front, the holy scythe became angry again and exploded with momentum. Even if the god of death behind him stopped absorbing souls, he had to raise one of the scythes to strike Lingling.

Brook took advantage of this gap and immediately guided the soul into the river of the underworld.

And Lingling was about to be stabbed, Long Bread came, took off the chef's hat on her head, activated the fruit ability, and the chef's hat directly turned into a huge baguette, blocking the tip of the sickle cut by the god of death.

"Fa...baguette?"

"What a joke!!"

The holy sickle felt extremely insulted, and controlled the god of death to split the French stick forcefully.

However, Lingling and Long Bread had already left the attack range of the scythe.

"Long bread?!"

"Do I need your help!!?"

"Are you underestimating me!!?"

Lingling felt that her self-esteem was frustrated, and the long bread directly conjured a piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth.

Good guy, get tough.

At the same time, Joki and the others were in control of the body of the clay pawn, and after looking at each other, they resolutely rushed towards the holy sickle.

Jump up, surround, attack and drop.

However, it was just to give experience, the holy sickle held the sickle and spun in a circle to cut, and saw that the bodies of Joki and his clay chess pieces broke instantly, and the soul was close at hand, and was absorbed by the holy sickle all at once.

"Well, not bad, you guys are pretty good and delicious."

The Holy Scythe looked like he had eaten a delicious meal.

Brooke was different, tears flowed from the eyes of the skeleton, "Everyone!!"

"You bastard!!!"

Brooke swears so little that he gets really angry.

His hands kept moving, and he played the music, but the style of the music changed, becoming gloomy, bloodthirsty, terrifying, and full of hatred.

He saw that the projection of the River of Yellow Springs surrounding him actually moved, and flew towards the holy sickle, turning into a circle around the holy sickle.

"what?"

"There are countless souls on it, but they can't get them. Are you mocking me?"

"I don't need it anymore, the number of souls is enough!! Hahahaha!!"

I saw the holy sickle spread his hands and feet, and the huge phantom of death behind him entered his body.

The head in the black hood of the holy sickle instantly turned into a skeleton, braving the green fire of the underworld, followed by the arm, the sickle.

And under the body, the robe is longer than the body, it looks like there are no legs.

The momentum of the holy sickle continued to rise, and it vaguely touched the floor of Gao Zhan's top strength.

On the other hand, looking at Brook, he saw that his figure began to slowly dissipate from the bottom of his feet.

The holy sickle was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Suicide?"

Brook didn't answer him, and Lingling didn't speak. Shengsi felt strange, shouldn't you be afraid?

And suddenly, Holy Sickle felt a chill from his heart, and immediately turned around to take a look.

The huge Davy Jones appeared behind him, it didn't know what it came from, maybe it came following the projection of the river of the underworld.

"Yah da da da!!!"

"I don't know how many years, I don't know how many years I haven't made a move. At that time, this world didn't have the power of a devil fruit."

"Now, thanks to that handed down god, you can have these, right?"

"But these, for real gods! It's nothing!!"

"Boy, I am the god of death."