Lu Yin looked at the castle from a distance, hoping that the next creature to be integrated would be inside the castle.
Has the joy dried up?
He remembered that skeleton wearing sunglasses wrapped with colorful ropes and a bright green hat on his head. There were also strange patterns carved on the skeleton. He didn't know what kind of combat power it had.
The universe of death is finally about to unveil its mysterious veil.
It's a pity that this White Bone's strength is too low and he knows too little.
This is the farthest place in this world.
The music suddenly stopped, all the bones were motionless, and the fish bones that jumped out of the lake were suspended in the air. At this moment, the wind stopped, and even time seemed to stand still, not daring to cross the line.
Lu Yin wanted to move, but his body didn't move. Is that an instinct caused by fear, or a flaw brought to life by the bone language?
The next moment, with the castle as the center, darkness swept across the world. The mountains and the sky below became transparent. They seemed to appear in the dark and deep starry sky. In addition to the white bones and the dark castle, one could also see the distance.
There is a universe, and there is a cosmic civilization there.
Outside the cosmic civilization, a shadow stood quietly. It was an eternal life, looking with vigilance and awe at this place.
And in the cosmic civilization, there are countless shadows standing in the starry sky, waiting for a war.
The music suddenly changed. It was no longer so roaring, but turned into an elegant piano sound. The rhythm given by the darkness played a beautiful rhythm in the hands of the shadow on the top of the castle. It was gentle and killing, sometimes exciting, sometimes exciting.
Softly, as shadows walked to the top of the castle, the ensemble sounded to announce the arrival of war.
Countless bones rushed into the distance.
The eternal life outside the civilization of the universe has a ferocious and murderous gaze.
Taking one step forward, the rhythm of music guides life to find a new destination. The white bones of eternal life suddenly pierce the skin, as if they have been imprisoned for countless years and crawl out. The blood and horror make countless creatures in civilization horrified and crazy.
's escape.
The music became louder and louder, as if announcing the arrival of new people.
The world under your feet entered the universe, causing the universe to twist and collapse. Countless bones crawled out of each creature's body, danced to the music, and ran happily towards the castle. They were reborn.
And the music became more and more exciting, declaring the victory of the war.
Lu Yin watched this scene quietly. It was simple, very simple. No one took action at all. An eternal life just died like this. It was not considered dead. It just became a new life, joined the world, and headed towards the castle eagerly.
.
Countless bones joined this world.
A sigh came from the side: "There is another competitor."
It was a white bone, the one closest to the bones that Lu Yin had merged into, which made him quite distressed.
Lu Yin looked at it, and it looked at Lu Yin. It grinned, its bones parted, and tried to be as kind as possible: "Would you like to form a band? I have a very good musical talent."
Lu Yin withdrew his gaze and looked at the castle again. The shadows at the top disappeared one by one.
Those shadows are all white bones. The one standing at the top at the beginning is the skull withered. It has the appearance of a standing dinosaur with white bones, but it looks so elegant at the moment when the music changes. It directs the music, directs the war, and makes a civilization disappear.
become its vassal.
This is the way of war in the dead universe.
After exiting the fusion, Lu Yin opened his eyes and looked into the distance. The withered skull was in that direction, not knowing how far away.
his heart
The love is heavy.
This Leskull is quite difficult to deal with. Not to mention its own strength, the eternal life under its command is a problem.
With the method of Bone Language, no one knows how many Immortal Realms it has mastered. Even if these Immortal Realms cannot exert their true combat power due to the loss of flesh and blood, no matter how bad they are, they are still Immortal Realms.
Especially with the method of bone language, the death universe itself has extremely little increase in causal constraints. They do not kill, but give life and control life. How to deal with this?
Once Le Skull is at war with the three universes, will the same scene happen?
Lu Yin can also speak bone language, and he is confident that he can prevent a group of people from being controlled by bone language, but his strength is much worse than that of Le Guku, and it is impossible to protect everyone.
The most important thing now is to see where Le Skull is withered and the power it holds.
There is another thing he forgot. In fact, he should have remembered it long ago, which is the six o'clock of the dice. Since it is also the integration of consciousness, how far can this consciousness be integrated? How can the six o'clock of the dice bring consciousness so far away?
From other regions?
Lu Yin looked deeply at the dice and continued to shake it. He wanted to see the universe of death as clearly as possible.
Rolling dice is a matter of luck. If you are lucky, you can get it right away. In the past, he rolled it to six o'clock several times in a row, but if he was not lucky, he might not be able to get it six o'clock ten or twenty times.
There is a Qian Shu in the Supreme Mountain. Lu Yin once promised that he would let him go as long as he filled up five words of "luck". It took him fifty years to write the first word of "luck", but it became more and more difficult to write the word "luck". Lu Yin once
He and Qianshu both thought that writing this word relied on their cultivation strength, but now they finally understand that they also need to look at the word itself.
There are only eight characters for "luck" in the Spring and Autumn Slips for so many years. In fact, if you think about it carefully, Qian Shu can write one word for "Dzogchen" for fifty years. How can it be possible for the Spring and Autumn Bamboo slips to only have eight characters for so many years? One character for fifty years.
, eight characters only takes four hundred years, but the inheritance of the Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips lasts four hundred, four thousand, or forty thousand years?
The reason why there are only eight words for "luck" in so many years is very simple. After each word for "luck" is written, it becomes difficult to write the second one, as if there is something in the dark, and the more you write, the more difficult it becomes.
Now that Qian Shu has written three books, he can't write the fourth one no matter what.
In the past, Lu Yin couldn't understand, and he also thought about what luck brought to the Spring and Autumn Slips, and what was the relationship between a person's luck and the destiny of cause and effect. Now, he seemed to understand a little more. If there is a long river of time and a road of cause and effect,
The avenue of consciousness, then, there should also be the avenue of luck.
Of course, these avenues were conjectured by Lu Yin himself, and no one could confirm them for him.
Writing the word "luck" means touching the avenue of luck. It's okay to touch it once or twice, but the more you want to touch it, the more difficult it will be.
There is also a price to pay for taking advantage of luck, and this price is heavier than the benefits brought by luck itself.
For example, the Spring and Autumn Slips won over Ming Xiaochou through luck and wanted to replace Wanxiang Valley, but in the end they recruited Lu Yin, causing the entire Spring and Autumn Slips to be destroyed.
Is this luck good or bad?
Can the luck of active capture bear a heavier price?
This is also the reason why Lu Yin has never dared to use the word "luck".
On the other hand, Xiang Siyu, he had tried to help her many times, but Xiang Siyu had no luck, and he didn't know what was going on with this woman.
Lu Yin was very optimistic about her. From the time when she was a mortal, she went through hardships and achieved perfection, but she could not find hardships. She had no worries in her life, but she also
The biggest worry is that once this woman finds out her misfortune, she will most likely be able to break through to immortality on her own.
In human civilization, there are many talented people with this kind of talent, but all they lack is time.
While thinking about it, Lu Yin rolled the dice again and again and rested again and again. He rolled the dice several times until six o'clock but could not see the light group. It was not until the past few months that he finally saw the light group in the dark space.
Rush over and blend in.
The familiar roar of music seems to shatter the whole body. Flesh and blood cannot bear it. This is a paradise of bones.
The white bone that was integrated this time was a beast when it was alive, a very ferocious beast with a very large size. When Lu Yin merged into its body, it was playing music.
That's right, it's music.
This ferocious beast is a member of a band. There are four bones in the band, one of which is a human.
The memory of the last integration and the memory of this beast this time told Lu Yin that there were many human bones in this world. He didn't know whether these human bones belonged to the civilization that was destroyed by Le Skull or if they belonged to the former Ninth Base. Anyway,
By converting the life form into bones, the living thing becomes immortal. The bones are almost immortal under the power of death. The only way to die is to completely dissipate the power of death.
Or the bones themselves are broken and have no value.
Lu Yin's integration caused the accompaniment to stop, and the human skeleton next to him blamed: "Big head, why did you make a mistake? This is not going to work. When will you be able to enter the castle?"
"Yes, you are the passionate person of our band, don't make any mistakes again."
"Affects morale."
Lu Yin: "..."
"continue."
The music continued, and Lu Yin exited the fusion. The bones of this beast did not have as much memory as the bones that had been fused before, and their strength was not as good. But there was nothing he could do. There were only so many light groups he saw, and this beast's bones were the brightest.
Already.
On the other side, Lu Yin opened his eyes and continued.
Time continued to pass, and another year passed. During this year, Lu Yin merged into the bodies of dead cosmic creatures several times, but they were all ordinary white bones and could not enter the castle at all.
He decided again
Move in the direction of the dead universe. The closer you get, the more and brighter the light clusters you hope to see.
The roar of the music made the world boil, and the castle began to play. All the bones stopped and looked up, each one extremely pious, as if they were feeling the power of the music.
Damn music. I don’t like music. It’s disgusting. This is what the bones that Lu Yin merged into are thinking at the moment. To be precise, all the bones that he merged into think so.
After practicing for so many years, who cares about music?
There are creatures who care, but they are just listening to a little song or watching a little dance. Who can sing by themselves? I didn’t expect that music is king here, damn it.
I think so, but no one dares to show it.
Le Guan Ku'an loves music. If he wants to be appreciated by the abyss of the dead universe, the fastest way is to pursue music. Legend has it that one of Le Guan Ku's bands is talented enough to walk in the starry sky, but because of his extremely high musical achievements, he was
Appreciation, Le Gu Kujin personally helped him improve his strength, and forcibly raised him to the extreme level below eternal life. There are many examples of this.
The opposite example is that those who have eternal life are not welcome and cannot even enter the castle, just because they don't know music.
How could this happen in other civilizations, but it happened here.
Only music cannot be let down, this is the perseverance of the exhausted music.
