Chapter 365: The arrival of the swastika demon

Chapter 365: The arrival of the swastika demon

Chapter 365: Swastika - Demon's Coming

"Have you finally lost your mind?"

When the soul singer heard Lu Li's angry roar, he knew that Lu Li must have seen a deep memory that caused him pain.

He has used soul music to deal with many powerful enemies, and he sees similar scenes every time. When facing a powerful enemy in front of him, people can stand up straight and calmly deal with it. When looking forward to the future, they can hold their heads high and make preparations, but it is difficult to overcome their past.

Almost no one has a smooth life, and this is even more true for those who are supposed to be dead in this space.

This is also the reason why he has been victorious in every battle since he came to this space and mastered this ability.

The Soul Singer knew that Lu Li had used up his last recovery item, and the next time he encountered a high-damage soul note, he would die.

Even if Lu Li went crazy, it would be useless. He would not give Lu Li any chance for close combat. He would only use Fei Lian Kick to keep moving at high speed in the virtual world, constantly pulling the battlefield.

From his perception of Lu Li's aura, he knew that Lu Li's forbidden technique would not last long. The constant destruction and rebirth of his body was overdrawing on his more fundamental things.

Even if that skill was activated with the blessing of the spirit seed, it would be impossible for Lu Li to maintain it indefinitely. His body and spirit were about to reach their limits in both realms.

By then, Lu Li will not be able to maintain the highest power of the forbidden technique, and his attributes will fall first.

The absolute gap in attributes will lead to absolute death. No matter how advanced Lu Li's fighting skills are, he will not be able to survive if he relies on instinct to empty his body to dodge the battle.

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

There is a scene where he first meets Sosuke in front of the dormitory door when he first enters the world of Death.

There are scenes of him fighting Shin Wulong head-on in Kengan Ashura's world, scenes of him training with the Nine Pillars in Demon Slayer's world, scenes of him having a banquet with the Beasts Pirates in One Piece's world, and scenes of him teaching Naruto and Sasuke in Naruto's world...

The memory of meeting and getting to know Xiaowu and the others during their trip in Hueco Mundo, the memory of bickering with Yoruichi and studying Shunhong, the memory of learning Kaido with Unohana-sensei, the scene of fighting during the graduation exam of the Maou Spiritual Academy...

Some people say that before a person dies, he will see a revolving lantern.

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

Many memories flashed through his mind. If it weren't for his Chengxin bloodline that made him immune to mind control, he would have gone crazy even if he hadn't been killed.

Memories are like tides, and emotions are like waves.

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

The pitch-black world came into view, and in front of him was a boundless ocean of evil spirit. The man in black clothes and the black knife seemed to be walking towards him from a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and slashed out with the strongest sword.

Against the backdrop of this knife, countless memory images overlapped, like transparent layers flashing continuously.

"Ali, did you sneak into the kitchen to eat again?"

"Hey, Junior Brother, do you know what to call me?"

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

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

……

"Tsk, you will definitely be better than me in the future. It won't hurt to read more books in the warehouse."

"Master, you said that in ancient martial arts novels, heroes and masters all had their own nicknames. If my junior brother becomes a master in the future, what should he be called?"

"That's a good question. Why don't you talk about you first, Agui? What title do you want to have?"

"Hehe, as for me, I want to be the Zixia Fairy."

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

"What do you care! The best you can do is give it a childish name!"

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

"Well, why don't you let Senior Sister help you think about it? You are a martial arts prodigy that appears only once in a thousand years. Don't you always say that you want to become the strongest martial arts master and become a saint? Why not... just be called the Martial Saint?"

"So chuunib..."

……

"Agui, take your junior brother and run!"

"Ali...run..."

Countless images and sounds flooded into Lu Li's mind, and Lu Li's aura became weaker and weaker. His body, which had been tortured and squeezed by the Ghost Escape Armor, had reached its limit.

It was as if his life was about to come to an end.

Lu Li opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed, as if he had woken up from a dream.

His attributes were constantly dropping, but he did not dodge the overwhelming soul notes.

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

The blade moved in a round shape, the world turned upside down, the soul notes shattered all over the sky, turning into rain-like fragments.

The martial saint's swordsmanship. Against all odds!
"This kind of power..."

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

The reason why his soul melody is so powerful is that it is different from ordinary lepton energy and has a more special interest. Ordinary head-on fighting methods cannot resist it at all.

Just like Lu Li used a knife to cut the soul note, it could only reduce some of the direct damage. The pictures and sounds that should be seen would still appear.

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

So even though Lu Li's attributes declined due to exhaustion, his soul notes were still released.

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

The soul singer said with emotion, praising sincerely, "Prisoner Demon, among all the opponents I have encountered, I would like to call you the strongest." Although the opponent cracked his soul melody, the battle was about to come to an end, because Lu Li's Ghost Escape Armor could no longer squeeze his body. Now Lu Li's attributes have fallen back to 94 points, and there is a trend of continuing to decline.

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

"call--"

In the sky, Lu Li slowly exhaled a breath of mixed air, his eyes were filled with deep purple, he looked at the soul singer and sighed: "Singer, I feel the same way."

As they were both pioneers who possessed spirit seeds, it was not a matter of attribute suppression. The Divine Spring and the Soul Singer he had encountered before were simply not on the same level, in every sense of the word.

A faint artistic conception lingered around Lu Li, extending to the imprisoned 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."

His attributes were still slowly declining, but he was not in a hurry to launch an attack.

"Don't worry, I will make good use of your two spirit seeds."

The soul singer changed his form, and spiritual waves surged around him. He wanted to use the strongest notes to bombard and deal absolute damage to take away the weakened Lu Li in one go.

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

In the final showdown, he will be the winner.

"I'm sorry, the battle isn't over yet."

As Lu Li spoke, the sword intent surged in his body. The blade of the demon-imprisoning sword was entangled with the power of the mind, and this power was fed back into the depths of his soul.

In the end, he finally mastered this power, the ultimate martial arts power that he had witnessed in the ultimate training ground.

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

He recalled himself on that rainy night deep in his memory. The power of the sword comes from the heart and the soul. Now he asked himself, how much power is left?
At that most helpless moment, the devil broke out of the cage, turning the young boy into a devil and descending into the jungle on a rainy night.

He will no longer be confused or hesitant, and will only focus on reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, breaking the common sense of this world, and reversing the tragedy of the past.

For this reason, what's the harm in releasing the devil in your heart?
When Lu Li's soul was agitated, he whispered, "Bankai - Demonic Arrival."

The next moment, an extremely powerful purple-black spiritual pressure manifested between heaven and earth, pouring down into the sea of ​​sand 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 heavy rain in Lu Li's memory, falling evenly and mercilessly on all living beings.

The soul singer looked at Lu Li in Bankai in shock, and saw the purple-black spiritual pressure as deep as the fog in the abyss, which turned into a swirling storm and dispersed in all directions, causing the notes that had just reached Lu Li to explode.

It was difficult for him to say whether the power that appeared on Lu Li could be considered spiritual pressure. If it was the spiritual pressure of the God of Death system, 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 continued to block 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 be getting complicated, Captain Zaraki. I may not be able to hold back on you."

Aizen said solemnly, he felt that this power was similar to Lu Li's violent state that he had encountered before, although it was not as strong as it was then, but this power was also ominous enough.

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

Kenpachi Zaraki didn't care about Aizen's "big talk", but just sensed 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 more than ominous, it was even 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 some supreme terror was corroding his nerves.

In the distant Hueco-Sullivan Palace, Nel and Xiao Wu, who had just used a device to stabilize the Hueco-Sullivan Mundo 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 this be? What on earth is going on?"

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

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

Xiao Wu recalled the residual power he saw in the sand pit when he returned from the real 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 backwards.

This force seemed to carry a corrosiveness that was enough to destroy everything. On the sea of ​​sand where the spiritual pressure swept through, it left behind purple traces of spiritual pressure that leaped like flames and distorted the void.

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

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

When it spreads out to a certain extent, you can see the source of the purple ribbon, which hangs on the man's body like a cloak.

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

A dark and ominous substance emerged from under Lu Li's clothes like a snake, moving across the surface of his skin. On the exposed skin, one could clearly see the black stripes, woven into a totem-like magic pattern.

Simple lines moved across Lu Li's face, forming a pattern with an eerie beauty. The lightning magatama in his pair of Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan had turned 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 thicker, extending down to his wrist, completely imprisoning his Zanpakuto and his hand together, as if they were sealing off an extremely evil demon.

In his right hand, the appearance of the Demon Prisoner had completely changed. The blade had extended to nearly two meters, and the blade was thick and wide. Judging from its size and shape, it did not look like a knife that could be held by a human being. It looked more like a giant ghost-head guillotine on the execution platform.

There are three hollow blood grooves in the center of the purple-black blade, and purple lines around the blood grooves flicker like breathing due to the fluctuations of spiritual pressure.

The first impression of this knife is blood and violence, as if it was born into the world to slaughter all things.

Lu Li slowly exhaled a breath of purple mist in the sky, and stepped downwards on the dark purple mist, feeling the surging power in his body and the prisoner's rising killing desire. His eyes met the soul singer's.

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

(End of this chapter)