Chapter 312: Demon Soul Armor

As Li Yiming opened his eyes, the skin on his body shook slightly, shattering like porcelain, revealing the bronzed skin inside, and the muscles with clear lines spread all over his body, but they flashed with the unique brilliance of jade. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Finally fused with ......" Li Yiming's heart sighed softly, the three souls and seven spirits were complete, the confusion and emptiness in his heart were not there, for the first time, Li Yiming felt the truth of life, subconsciously clenched his fists, and he had a desire to look up to the sky and howl.

But at the same time as Li Yiming opened his eyes, his face changed instantly. He looked around with a solemn expression.

This is not the Upper North City...... Or rather, not anymore.

There are no clouds in the sky, and the thick black fog is like a liquid, spreading all over the space, and the thick ink flows down endlessly, converging at the foot of an ink lake that cannot be seen from the border.

And under his feet, except for the ground that only existed less than a meter around him, the rest had already melted. Even this one-meter radius is slowly dissolving.

"This is the ghost gate?" Li Yiming's eyes were Lingling, his right arm was raised flat, the runes printed on his wrist flowed, and a golden long sword appeared in his hand, the hilt of the sword was nine stars, and the seat of the gauntlet was a mighty lion head roaring fiercely, depicting the water ripple sword blade spit out from its mouth, if you look closely, you will find that the appearance of this lion's head is exactly the same as Bai Ze's body.

Li Yiming flashed his sword, and the space around him trembled slightly, and a trace of ripples swayed, with Li Yiming as the center, spreading to the surroundings. Like a strong wind at the bottom of the lake, the dense sea of ink squirms.

"What about the ghost gate? Let me transcend you all today. The corners of Li Yiming's mouth raised a confident smile, his wrist flipped, the lionheart sword buckled upside down, but his slender body swayed in place.

Bend your arms and palms, step aside, close your knees and waist, and sink your shoulders and hips......

If this Ke Liu Meng was here, he would definitely laugh out loud in surprise. Li Yiming, who was standing with a sword because of his high spirits, actually danced at this time.

Li Yiming, who had a smooth body, slowly squinted his eyes and looked ahead with a flat expression. There was nothing in front of him but a rich black.

But under Li Yiming's eyes, a rich and poopy figure appeared dimly.

It was the back of an old woman, she was kind and casual, calm and calm, her hands naturally hung beside her, and she walked forward step by step like an afternoon walk......

One-step...... Two-step ...... Three-step ...... After only nine steps, the round and slightly swollen body paused slightly and slowly dissipated.

This picture has appeared in Li Yiming's mind countless times, as if it was carved in the depths of Li Yiming's soul with a carving knife, and it was not until this moment that Li Yiming truly understood the essence of these nine steps.

It's not footwork, it's not swordsmanship.

The nine-step sword is the mentality......

Walk at will, sword at will, this is the nine-step sword......

Wu Ma's original nine steps just showed an attitude, casual, casual, calm, and calm......

Li Yiming misunderstood, when he took Wu Ma's Life Creation Pill, his talent: Awakening of the Dancing Sky. He once thought that the talent of this pit father was to balance his passivity against the sky, because there were too many uncontrollable factors in the sky, and he would get random abilities with a dance, and God knew what kind of ability he got after dancing a song in a battle adventure?

But now he finally understands that the original uncontrollability was due to his own incompleteness and the cripple of his soul, which led to the fact that his talent was not fully awakened.

And now......

The eyes follow the hands, the hands rise with the heart, the heart goes together, and the qi melts away...... The short dance stopped abruptly, Li Yiming was shocked, raised the left corner solemnly, and gently touched the ground.

"Buzz!" As Li Yiming's footsteps fell, another shock opened the invisible ripples, blowing the thick ink around him and wriggling left and right, and then, a figure pointed forward with a long sword, rushing into the sea of ink without hesitation.

The figure disappeared in a flash, falling into a thick fog, but staring at it, Li Yiming was still standing in place.

The second figure walked out of Li Yiming's body, lightly slashed with his sword, and quickly rushed into the sea of ink while the thick ink was parting. And this figure is also Li Yiming......

The third ...... Fourth ...... Countless clones walked out of Li Yiming's body, and one by one they disappeared into the sea of ink.

Dance of the Nine Steps: Song 1: Glimpse of the Streamer......

Li Yiming's real talent: dancing in the sky...... The heart dances, and everything is empty.

At the end of a dance, the ability he gets is not random, but follows his mind, and at the end of this song, his heart has a thought, and the intention is achieved.

Since then, Li Yiming has collected thousands of Dao methods in one, and he has truly jumped out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements.

"Just let me see what is hidden in this famous ghost gate." Li Yiming raised his eyebrows, his sword in the air, and stared coldly at the black mist.

Countless doppelgangers flew in all directions, probing the mysterious and strange void. Suddenly, all the leaping clones paused in unison, and turned to the location of the main body in surprise.

"No malice?" Li Yiming opened his mouth hesitantly, and the lionheart sword that was lying across his chest was slowly put down.

The perception is fully open, and the doppelganger scatters, but the feedback from this thick black fog death gas to Li Yiming has no trace of hostility, and where the doppelganger passes, the fog will always be naturally avoided, like a fish entering the sea, smooth and abnormal.

Li Yiming slowly raised his left hand and poked into the thick ink in front of him, and at the same time, countless clones also made the same action.

The ink squirmed in the palm of his hand, quiet and well-behaved like a child, and the rich dead air even made Li Yiming feel as soft and kind as a hot spring.

"Huh?" Li Yiming's heart was shocked, and he calmly looked ahead, the thick black mist slowly separated, and in the middle, a pitch-black liquid did not squirm, but gradually condensed.

"Finally showing up?" Li Yiming raised his eyebrows, raised his long sword and pointed straight ahead.

The wriggling ink gradually fell, spreading flat on the ground, like a dark and dull mirror, and in the mirror, a figure was slowly floating.

Nether Boots, Soul Suppression Five-Sided Armor, Ghost Face Lock Heart Helmet...... Li Yiming quietly stared at the black-armored demon god in front of him, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

This guy shrouded in black armor and surrounded by a terrifying dead aura gave him a very strange feeling.

The powerful aura is outward, but there is no trace of hostility, and the deep dead air is lingering, but it reveals an inexplicable cordiality.

"Click! Click! Li Yiming groaned, but the black armor in front of him walked towards him with heavy steps.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Li Yiming snorted lightly, raised his sword and turned around, slashing at the front, a dark golden sword qi broke through the black fog and flew towards the black armor. This is a ghost gate, even if there is no hostility, Li Yiming does not dare to let this black-armored man condensed by dead qi come to him.

"Huh?" A sword slashed out, Li Yiming sank into his body, waiting for the black armor man to counterattack, and the scattered clones quickly returned to the cage, surrounding the black armor people layer by layer. But the roaring sword qi passed over the black-armored man, as if the black-armored man was not an entity......

Li Yiming was surprised, but the footsteps of the black armor man did not stop, and continued to approach with heavy steps.

"Thunderbolt!" Li Yiming pondered for a moment, pushed flat with one palm, and a beam of thunder light drilled out of his palm and shot towards the black armor man.

"Boom!" The earth-shattering explosion spread throughout the void, but the thunder light dissipated, and the black-armored man still walked forward unhurriedly, and even the wilting dead air around him was not affected in the slightest.

"Illusions?" Li Yiming frowned deeply.

Finally, the black-armored man stopped three meters in front of Li Yiming, and the two hollow eye holes in the fang-fanged ghost helmet were deep and weird.

Li Yiming held the long sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of the opponent's eyebrows, and the thunder light in his left hand condensed, waiting for the surprise attack of the black-armored man, but his footsteps did not retreat at all.

Since stepping into the ghost gate, Li Yiming has told himself that from now on, he will never retreat.

The momentum around his body continued to rise, and a wisp of invisible aura rose on the surface of Li Yiming's body, this was his unyielding will after fusing the remnant soul, and this was the earth-shattering aura formed after he slaughtered tens of millions of living beings.

"Huh?" Li Yiming was stunned again, and the black-armored man in front of him, who had been silent all along, suddenly opened his arms, the empty door opened, and his arrogant head slowly lowered.

"Surrender?" Li Yiming's eyes flashed with surprise.

Not only the black-armored people, but the dead air that shrouded the heavens and the earth also trembled slightly, as if in an instant, the world was falling, and the only remaining piece of land where Li Yiming was standing raised three feet.

"I see!" Li Yiming's eyes burst out/jingguang, the long sword raised horizontally on his back, coldly raised his left hand, and grabbed it forward.

The black armor condensed by the dead qi is empty inside, and what sleeps and lurks in this secret realm is only a set of armor. Or rather, this secret realm was created by this armor.

This is the armor of evil thoughts, full of murderous intent and bloodthirsty.

And now, this set of armor is resonated by the thousand-year-old grudge of the remnant soul, and is pulled by the evil aura of his slaughter of tens of millions of living beings, revealing his true body and choosing to surrender......

Perhaps, it has been waiting, maybe, just wants to leave this place, but everything has nothing to do with Li Yiming, all he needs is strength, the power to change his name against the sky and turn things around.

"Come on." Li Yiming glared at him, countless clones shattered, and a sky-high aura ignited, steadily clasping the top of Hei Jia's head.

In an instant, the black armor ice water melted, spreading like ink along Li Yiming's arm.

"Boom!" The rising evil qi was ignited again, forming an invisible tornado, and the boundless dead qi between heaven and earth surged towards the center and submerged into Li Yiming's body.

"Roar!" The moment the ghost armor covered his cheeks, Li Yiming looked up to the sky and roared, a pair of dark red eyes lit up in the ghost fangs, black as ink, and the magic armor without any luster covered his whole body, and the boundless evil qi was raised to the peak.

"Demon Soul Armor ......" The deep voice echoed through the heavens and the earth, like a whisper from ancient times, looking at the surrounding nothingness without a trace of lifelessness, the corners of Li Yiming's mouth curled into a smile of contempt for the common people.

If I fall into demons, what can God do to me?