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Chapter 365: Swastika - Demon's Coming

"Have you finally lost your mind?"

When the soul singer saw Lu Li's roar of grief and anger, he knew that Lu Li must have seen a profound memory that caused him pain.

He has used Soul Movement to deal with many powerful enemies, and every time he sees a similar scene. Facing the powerful enemy in front of him, a person can straighten his body and deal with it calmly, and look forward to the future and prepare with his head held high, but it is very difficult for him to do so. It’s hard to overcome your past.

Almost no one has a life without ups and downs, especially when it comes to people like them who are supposed to be dead in the space.

This is also the reason why after he came to space and mastered this ability, he was victorious in every battle.

The soul singer knew that Lu Li's last recovery item had been used up, and the next time he encountered a high-damage soul note, it would be his death.

Even if Lu Li went crazy, it would be useless. He would not give Lu Li any chance of close combat. He would only keep moving at high speed in Hueco Mundo with his flying feet, pulling the battlefield at all times.

From his perception of Lu Li's aura, Lu Li's forbidden techniques never lasted. The constant destruction and rebirth of his body was overdrawing his more original things.

Even if that skill was activated with the blessing of spiritual seeds, it would never be possible for Lu Li to maintain it indefinitely. His body and spirit would soon reach their limits in both domains.

At that time, Lu Li will not be able to maintain the highest power of the forbidden technique, and his attributes will be the first to drop.

The absolute attribute gap brought absolute death. No matter how superb Lu Li's fighting skills were, he could not survive by relying on his instinct to let go of his body to dodge the battle.

At this time, soul notes shattered in front of Lu Li's eyes, and countless images and sounds followed.

There is a scene where he first met Soyousuke in front of the dormitory door when he first entered the world of death.

There are scenes of him fighting Shin Wuryu head-on in the world of Kenwishura, there are scenes of him training with Nine Pillars in the world of Demon Slayer, there are scenes of him having a banquet with everyone from the Beasts Pirates in the world of One Piece There are scenes of him teaching Naruto and Sasuke in the world of Naruto...

The memory of meeting and getting to know each other while traveling in Hueco Mundo with Wu Wu and the others, the memory of bickering with Yoruichi and studying Shunko, the memory of studying Hui Dao with Unohana-sensei, the scene of fighting during the graduation exam of Mao Spiritual Arts Academy...

Some people say that before a person is about to die, he will see a revolving door.

Lu Li didn't know what it felt like. He didn't think he was going to die, but he did seem to see something like a revolving lantern.

Many memories flickered. If he hadn't had the Chengxin bloodline to be immune to mental control, he would have gone crazy long ago even if he hadn't been hurt to death.

Memories are like tides, and thoughts are like waves.

The dead and the living flashed before his eyes, and happy memories and sad memories intertwined, causing the expression on his face to change from constant to numb, and finally to deep calm.

A pitch-black world came into view, and in front of him was a boundless sea of ​​evil energy. The man in black clothes and a black sword seemed to be walking towards him from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and slashed out with a powerful sword.

Against the background of this knife, countless memory images are superimposed, like transparent layers that are constantly flickering.

"Ali, you went to the kitchen to eat secretly again, right?"

"Hey, little junior brother, do you know what to call me?"

"Ali, you are really born with divine power. To borrow the words of people in the city, you have a kind of numerical beauty."

"Ali, that's my birthday gift from master, not a crayon!"

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"Tsk, you will definitely be better than Master and me in the future. There is no harm in you reading more of the books in the warehouse."

"Master, you said that in the ancient martial arts books, the masters of the martial arts all had their own names. If my junior brother achieves great magic in the future, what should he be called?"

"That's a good question. Let's talk about you first, Agui. What title do you want to have?"

"Hehe, I want to become Zixia Fairy."

"Sister, that seems to be in a movie, and he died at the end."

"It's up to you to take care of it! The most you can do is give me a childish name!"

"A Li really doesn't seem to have any talent for naming names."

"Well, why don't you, senior sister, help you think about it? You are a martial arts prodigy who has not been born for thousands of years. Haven't you always said that you want to become the strongest martial arts master and become a saint? Why don't you... just call yourself a martial arts saint."

"What a good second grader..."

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

"Ali...run..."

Countless images and sounds flooded into Lu Li's mind, and the aura on Lu Li's body was getting weaker and weaker. His body was being tormented and squeezed by Ghost Spirit Armor, and it had reached its limit.

It was as if his life was coming to an end.

Lu Li's eyes that had been tightly closed opened, as if he was waking up from a dream.

His attributes were constantly falling, but he did not dodge in the face of the overwhelming soul notes.

The prisoner demon turned over in his hand, and the dark red blade wrapped in flowing cherry slashed forward, drawing an elegant arc. The invisible power spread out, and a sad mood echoed in the battlefield.

The sword's power was round, the world reversed, and the soul notes shattered all over the sky, turning into fragments like rain.

Martial Saint Sword Technique. Reversing the Universe!

"This kind of power..."

The soul singer looked at the soul notes driven away by Lu Li's strange power in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost.

The reason why his soul movement is powerful is that it is different from ordinary spirit energy, and has a more special interest, which cannot be resisted by ordinary head-on attacks.

Just like Lu Li used a knife to break the soul note, it can only reduce some direct damage, and the images and sounds that should be seen will still appear.

But Lu Li's knife just now seemed to break his soul note from a more mysterious level. It was not a collision in terms of values, but a dissolution in terms of mechanism.

So even if Lu Li's attributes slipped due to exhaustion, his soul note was still swept away.

"I didn't expect that you could still find a way to crack it at this time..."

The soul singer said with emotion, and praised sincerely, "Prisoner Demon, among the opponents I have encountered, I would like to call you the strongest."

Although the opponent broke his soul movement, the battle was about to end, because Lu Li's ghost spirit escape armor could not continue to squeeze the body. Now Lu Li's attributes have fallen back to 94 points, and there is a trend of further decline.

The comprehensive attribute gap is so large that he only needs to switch back to the original spirit note to bombard Lu Li, and the battle will end immediately.

"Hu——"

Above the sky, Lu Li slowly exhaled a breath of mixed air, his eyes were pregnant with deep purple, looking at the soul singer, sighing: "Singer, I feel the same way."

Both are pioneers with spirit seeds. It's not about attribute suppression. The Shenquan he encountered before is not at the same level as the soul singer, in every sense.

A faint artistic conception lingers on Lu Li, extending to the prisoner demon in his hand.

He looked at the soul singer with complicated eyes, "Although you are my enemy, I still want to thank you for letting me see the person I miss again."

The attributes on his body are still slowly slipping, but he is not in a hurry to attack.

"Don't worry, I will use your two spirit seeds well."

The soul singer changed his form, and the spirit tide surged around him. He wanted to use the strongest note bombardment with absolute damage to take away Lu Li in a weak state.

He could see that the other party had awakened some powerful martial arts power, but no matter how strong the power is, it needs state and attribute support. Lu Li is now at the end of his strength and has no new power.

In the final confrontation, he will be the winner.

"I'm sorry, the battle is not over yet."

As Lu Li said this, the sword intent surged in his body. The sword of the prisoner was entangled with the power of the mind, and this power was fed back to the depths of his soul.

In the end, he still mastered this power, the ultimate power of martial arts that he had seen in the ultimate training ground.

The power born in the heart, the invisible sword intent, can cut through everything.

He recalled himself in the deep memory of the night of rain and raging. The power of the sword intent came from the heart and the soul. Now he asked himself, how much power is left?

At that most helpless moment, the demon god also escaped from the cage, turning the young boy into a devil and descending into the jungle on a rainy night.

He will no longer be confused, no longer hesitate, and will only walk to the peak of martial arts, break the common sense of this world, and reverse the tragedy of the past.

For this reason, what's the harm even if he releases the demon god in his heart?

When Lu Li's soul was agitated, he whispered, "Bankai - Demonic Arrival."

The next moment, an extremely powerful purple-black spiritual pressure appeared between heaven and earth, pouring down into the sand sea and pointing up to the gray moon.

The purple-black spiritual pressure was as heavy and dense as a rainstorm, just like the night of rain and torrents in Lu Li's memory, evenly and ruthlessly hitting all living things.

The soul singer looked at Lu Li in Bankai in shock, and saw that the purple-black spiritual pressure was as deep as the fog in the abyss, turning into a vortex-like storm and dispersing in all directions, causing the notes that had just arrived beside Lu Li to explode.

It was difficult for him to say whether this power that appeared on Lu Li was considered spiritual pressure. If it was a spiritual pressure in the system of the god of death, this power was too heavy and made people feel evil.

Bathed in this purple-black spiritual pressure, he felt like he was in a quagmire, the mud blocked his mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation constantly blocked his nerves.

This huge and ominous spiritual pressure was clearly sensed by Aizen and Kenpachi Zaraki in the distant battlefield. They stopped at the same time and looked in the direction of Lu Li in surprise.

"Things may become troublesome, Captain Zaraki, I may not be able to hold back on you."

Aizen said solemnly. He felt that this power was similar to the violent state of Lu Li he had encountered before. Although it was not as strong as that time, this power was ominous enough.

He suspected that Lu Li had fought to the limit and went berserk. He didn't want Lu Li to lose his self-awareness in the berserk.

Kenpachi Zaraki didn't care about Aizen's "arrogant words", but just felt Lu Li's spiritual pressure in surprise. Because he had merged with the Hueco Mundo, he could "see" Lu Li's situation more clearly than Aizen.

In his perception, Lu Li's spiritual pressure was not only ominous, but also more disgusting than the most vicious Hollow in the history of hell.

More importantly, the heavy feeling of suffocation even made him tremble slightly, as if there was some supreme terror corroding his nerves.

In the distant Hueco-Nymph Palace, Nilu and Xiaowu, who had just stabilized the Hueco Mundo with a device and wanted to go to support Lu Li, felt this spiritual pressure and their faces changed.

"Is this... is this Li's spiritual pressure? How could it be, what happened?"

Nilu said worriedly. She had never seen such an ominous spiritual pressure, it was like the ultimate terror that did not belong to this world.

"Mr. Lu's power... is somewhat familiar."

Xiao Wu recalled the residual power in the sand pit that he saw after returning from the present world.

At this time, in the battlefield where the soul singer was, the purple-black spiritual pressure vortex was still expanding, and the shock wave swept the sand sea below back.

This power seemed to have the corrosiveness to destroy everything. On the sand sea swept by the spiritual pressure, purple spiritual pressure traces were left, leaping like flames, twisting the void.

When the purple-black spiritual pressure storm in the sky stopped, the spiritual pressure seemed to settle down and turned into deep purple mist, floating there.

The notes of the soul singer exploded on the side, and the strong wind blew away the purple-black mist, like long ribbons peeling off from the origin.

When it spread to a certain extent, the source of the purple ribbons could be seen, hanging on the man like a cloak.

Lu Li stood in the sky, and his naked upper body was covered with a pure black windbreaker. The complex magic patterns on the surface of the windbreaker were interwoven like vines, and like chains, forming an X-shape that ran through Lu Li's front and back.

The dark and ominous substance poked out from under Lu Li's clothes like a snake, wandering on the surface of his skin. On the exposed skin, the black stripes could be clearly seen, weaving into a totem-like magic pattern.

The simple patterns wandered on Lu Li's face, forming a pattern with a strange beauty. The lightning magatama in his pair of eternal mangekyo sharingan had turned into dark purple, and there seemed to be a faint misty shadow floating in front of his eyes.

The vine-like chains on Lu Li's right arm became more numerous and heavy, extending down to his wrist, completely imprisoning his Zanpakuto and his hand together, as if they were sealing off the most evil demon.

In his right hand, the appearance of the Prisoner has completely changed. The blade has been extended to nearly two meters. The blade is thick and wide. From the size and shape, it does not look like a blade that can be held by humans. It is more like a huge ghost head guillotine on the execution platform.

In the center of the purple-black blade, there are three hollow blood grooves. The purple lines around the blood grooves flicker like breathing because of the fluctuation of spiritual pressure.

The first feeling of this knife is blood and violence, as if it was born in the world to slaughter everything.

Lu Li slowly exhaled a breath of purple mist in the sky, stepped down on the dark purple mist, felt the surging power in his body, and the rising killing desire of the Prisoner, his eyes met with the soul singer.

"Come on, let's end this battle."