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The Ghost Soul Armor was overloaded, the seventh gate of the internal meridians opened, and violent power rose from Lu Li's body. His temporary attributes rose again, making up for the attributes that dropped after the virtualization ended.

It's not that he didn't want to use this trick to fight for his life in the virtualization state, but his basic attributes were too low, and the Ghost Soul Armor could not raise his physical attributes. It was mainly because of the inherent Eight Gates of the Dunjia technique that he could enter the explosive state.

In fact, just like Kai's use of the Eight Gates of the Dunjia, it has a very high load on the body. Without a strong basic physique, it is impossible to raise the strength.

The attribute field reached by using the virtualization before was already his limit. On the surface, he had 97 points of strength, but his physique was still only 86 points under the bonus of the Demon Prisoner's First Release and the Thunder God Fruit's Thunder God Form.

The result of further using the Ghost Soul Armor to raise the power is to explode and die.

Now that the virtualization is over, he forcibly uses the Ghost Soul Armor to borrow higher power. Although it allows his attributes to rise again, his state will not only not last long, but also cause great damage to his body.

Lu Li's muscles bulged, and his body surface was red due to high temperature and high pressure. The high-intensity force rushed through his body, causing his skin to crack and a large amount of blood to flow out.

With the effect of Huidao, destruction and healing were reflected in Lu Li together. The state of life and death blended, making him covered in blood, and red mist was steaming, like a scarlet evil ghost.

The soul singer's fighting skills were very sophisticated. Although he attacked many times, he failed to get close again, and the attack of the soul notes was almost endless.

Compared with the notes that would explode before, the magic damage directly caused by the soul notes was more deadly and more difficult to avoid.

Even if Lu Li cut through the notes, he would see the picture and sound, and at the same time, part of the force would act on him, affected by the absolute damage, and the real damage would take effect, eroding his body and soul.

"Imprison the demon, why bother, why bother."

The soul singer spoke while playing. At first, he thought Lu Li had hidden some trump card, but he soon saw that Lu Li was overdrawing his life to fight forcefully.

This kind of forbidden technique will never be without cost. Even if it is supported by the power of the spirit seed, squeezing one's body like this will definitely greatly shorten one's lifespan.

The explorers of the space are not infinitely long-lived. He heard from his predecessors that some explorers died of old age after entering the original world where they stayed for a long time.

In his opinion, Lu Li is now a trapped beast. Although his spirit is commendable, there is no hope of defeating him.

Once the soul movement starts playing, it will never stop, and Lu Li's death is just a matter of time.

Because no one's life experience is indifferent, even if the soul singer himself does not know which part these soul notes represent, Lu Li will always encounter obstacles that he cannot overcome.

Once he encounters that kind of soul note, Lu Li will be useless to dodge or cut it. He will only be illuminated by the light of the soul, and that damage will be enough to empty most of Lu Li's life source.

He is already familiar with Lu Li's fighting style. As long as he keeps a distance with Fei Lian Kick at all times, Lu Li will not be able to touch him no matter how much he advances.

Soul notes blocked Lu Li's way forward, but he was able to maintain high mobility. The outcome of this battle had already been decided.

Lu Li heard the words of the soul singer in the distance, but he had no more energy to speak. The endless soul note offensive and the burden of the ghost escape armor on his body put him into an extremely tense state.

As long as there is a moment of slackness or a moment of mistake, the outcome will be decided and life will disappear.

But why, at such a critical moment of life and death, he can't take his eyes off and can't put his heart on his only opponent?

Past memories came like a tide, about to drown his soul.

He saw the rainy night when he was picked up by his master, and the scene that he couldn't even remember was reflected by the soul notes.

It seemed that a baby boy of only a few months was placed in a cradle and hung on the treetop of an osmanthus tree. The heavy rain was pouring, and the baby was crying in the rain, attracting the attention of the man passing by.

The middle-aged man with gray hair held a big black umbrella, holding a little girl of three or four years old in his left hand. He looked up at the treetops, "Another abandoned baby, what's wrong with this world, I see it three times in two days."

"Master~"

The little girl under the umbrella said in a baby voice, "It's going to fall down."

The man seemed to want to take the little girl away, but he saw a strong wind blowing, the tree branches shook, and the cradle fell down. He was a little surprised and wanted to reach out to catch the falling cradle.

But the cradle fell and hit the tree branch below, bounced, and the baby boy wrapped in only a layer of rags inside bounced out.

The man's face changed, because his hand was reaching for the place where the cradle fell, but the baby boy bounced out and was blown away by the strong wind. If this continued, the baby boy would fall and die.

But the scene that happened next made him dumbfounded, because he saw that the baby boy's hands and feet were instinctively fluttering in the process of falling, and he actually hugged a tree branch below.

From the outside, the baby boy was only a few months old. Normal children of this age can't even turn over, so how could they have such strength to hold the tree branch with both arms to hang their bodies.

He didn't stop in surprise, but stuck the black umbrella into the soil to protect the little girl from the wind and rain, jumped up the tree trunk, and carried the baby boy down.

The strange thing is that after he held the baby boy in his arms, he stopped crying and laughed instead.

"Master~ He is so fat~"

The little girl looked up at the master's chubby legs holding the baby boy and said innocently.

A wry smile appeared on the man's face, "He looks like a good guy, and our rations are going to be short."

When the scene turned, Lu Li saw his half-year-old self crawling around on the ground with a rag wrapped around his hand, while his senior sister Lu Gui was sitting next to the bucket in the house, waiting for him to catch him when he climbed next to it. 'He, take off the rag and rinse it.

"Lu Gui! I asked you to clean the house, and this is how you did it!?"

An angry voice came from the door, it was the master who was returning from shopping for groceries.

Lu Gui was a little embarrassed that his good deed had been broken, so he grabbed Lu Li's calf as he was crawling around stupidly, "Junior brother wanted to come here to help, don't you think so?"

Lu Li, who couldn't speak yet, just babbling, but no one understood what he meant.

"You are a senior sister, how can you bully your junior brother like this? No matter how thick-skinned he is, he is still a baby."

The master came over, picked up the little Lu Li, took off the rag, and wiped his body with a clean towel. The little Lu Li just giggled in the master's arms.

The picture in front of me was broken again, covered by new notes.

In this scene, Lu Li is slightly older and is fighting with his senior sister.

The eight or nine-year-old little Lu Li has already shown amazing martial arts talent, completely suppressing the girl opposite him.

"No fighting, no fighting. I hate practicing martial arts."

Lu Gui said angrily after stopping.

"Why?"

Xiao Luli asked puzzledly.

The girl rolled her eyes and said, "It's so frustrating. Why can you learn it as soon as you learn it? I feel like a fool."

"Isn't Senior Sister too stupid?"

Xiao Luli said honestly.

"you!"

The girl was so angry that she stepped forward and hit Lu Li on the head. However, Lu Li easily dodged him and she shouted softly: "Don't hide!"

"oh."

After hearing this, Xiao Luli lowered his head and stood there obediently.

The girl didn't use much force. After beating her junior brother a few times, she seemed to be in a good mood, "Let's go, senior sister will take you shopping."

In Hueco Mundo's battlefield, the impact of soul notes became increasingly dense, and Lu Li was completely enveloped in the noisy scene.

In the end, too many images were mixed together, almost completely blocking his field of vision, forming a control effect of external physical properties.

Just when the Soul Singer thought that Lu Li would no longer be able to dodge the sudden attack from Tranco, Lu Li responded in an astonishing way.

Lu Li actually closed his eyes, and his figure seemed to be moving unconsciously, wielding the sword's light instinctively.

The soul singer knew that his soul music reflected the soul's heart. Although he didn't know why Lu Li was immune to direct control of his soul, it was impossible to avoid those flashing images and sounds even if Lu Li closed his eyes.

Once Lu Li closed his eyes, he would not be able to capture the situation on the battlefield at all, which was equivalent to giving up the powerful dynamic vision of his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

The soul singer didn't understand why Lu Li could still fight under such circumstances, and his dodges and attacks were more sophisticated than before.

In fact, he felt as if the opponent in front of him was a different person. He was not the Lu Li who originally fought against him at all, but a body that acted unconsciously and instinctively.

In fact, after closing his eyes, Lu Li truly relaxed his mind and body, forgetting both the physical pain and the dangers of the battlefield.

Strangely, he entered a state of selflessness, and followed his instincts every move. On the contrary, he was much better than when he opened his eyes to face the offensive of Soul Movement.

And his consciousness is inevitably attracted by those past memories.

He knew that distraction in battle was fatal, but now that he was completely distracted, he felt as if he was completely free, and the battle became much easier.

Faced with the soul music that kept coming, memories were like a tide that wanted to swallow up his consciousness.

In a daze, Lu Li seemed to be really immersed in this strange state, returning to the old days.

Rumble——

The August day was still very hot, and the sound of thunder in the sky gradually faded away.

Looking up at the sky, I feel as if I am standing in the center of the world. Countless raindrops are falling, bringing the upside-down world with me, as if they are about to fall into my pupils.

The darkness in the jungle seemed to be hiding some kind of monster, and the only sound left in the world was the sound of rain.

"Agui, take your junior brother and run away."

Lu Feng stood outside the wooden house and picked up the ax used to chop firewood.

"Master... who are they?"

The girl's voice was full of fear. She held the hand of the boy beside her and felt the warmth, and her trembling stopped slightly.

Figures walked out of the darkness in the forest. They were wearing silver exoskeleton armor. The moment the lightning flashed, the light was reflected on it, and it was dazzling and cold.

The motor roared under the cover of thunder. Driven by high power, the cooling device behind the armor overheated, and rain fell on it, turning into hot water vapor.

The heavy bodies of these people stepped on the mud, leaving deep footprints, and the way they walked out of the mist looked as serious as a devil in the eyes of the boy.

Although he had heard about it many times, this was the first time for a boy living in a remote countryside to see someone wearing an exoskeleton armor.

With the help of technology, they have mastered violence, faster speed, stronger output, and more deadly weapons that are difficult for ordinary warriors to reach.

"Lu Feng, where are the ancient books and holy souls you stole?"

The middle-aged man who led the way out of the mist spoke. He had a deep voice and held a heavy metal sword. It is conceivable that if it were not for the blessing of the exoskeleton armor, it would be impossible for ordinary people to wield that heavy sword. .

Warriors wearing exoskeleton armor surrounded him from all directions. Some of them were holding long spears, some were holding heavy broadswords, and some were holding long sticks with alloy properties.

There was one person holding a longbow on the outside, and the other person was holding a heavy sniper rifle on a mecha.

"What ancient books? I have quite a few martial arts stories. Do you want to read them?"

Lu Feng said with a smile, and at the same time gestured behind his back to let the two children enter the house and escape from the back.

"Forget it, Lu Feng. When the sinkhole opened, you single-handedly killed 90% of the masters in the martial arts circle of the old era, which led to the complete decline and disappearance of martial arts and became the history of the times."

A man holding a broadsword said, "Are you going to tell us now that all you took away from the sinkhole were some scripts?"

"I not only have martial arts novels, but I also have a collection of comics. Do you want to read them? Naruto, the God of Death, One Piece, has much more powerful abilities than those described in ancient books."

When Lu Feng saw Lu Gui and little Lu Li getting into the house, his voice became a little louder.

"Oh, Lu Feng, you have been hiding in the mountains and forests for these years, but you are a little less sharp and a little more humorous."

The middle-aged man holding the gun sneered, "Stop nagging him. First, cripple his hands and feet, and then slowly press him."

"Hey, why don't you believe what I said?"

Lu Feng was holding an ax for chopping firewood. He looked very thin in the rain. The traces of time were very obvious on his body. He was over fifty years old, his hair was gray, and his spirit and spirit did not look like a martial arts master. Style.

But he stood there, blocking the front of the wooden house, and the moment he stepped forward, his invisible aura caused those who were about to take action to hesitate.

"Ma Huguo, Lin Qin, you go around and arrest those two children."

The leader, a middle-aged man with a piece of cloth covering his face, gave orders.

The person whose name was called seemed reluctant, but still moved. As the mecha exerted its force, mud and water splashed everywhere, rushing towards both sides of the wooden house.