All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

"I!"

"I'm coming too, I'm coming too."

The major ancestors, imperial clans, demon kingdoms, and shamans all stepped out one after another, and stared at the big drum with burning eyes.

Spring drum.

The meaning is to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, to announce spring in the world and to welcome the God of Spring.

Inside Kamusaka Castle.

Hundreds of huge golden dragons swim and chase beads, hundreds of gongs and drums are noisy, primitive Nuo dance is simple and mysterious...

There are numerous spring festivals and performances as far as the eye can see.

On both sides of the street, people gathered together to watch the performance with loud singing and enthusiastic dancing.

"That golden dragon is so beautiful, as if it's alive."

"Sister, eat cake..."

Warm cheers and drumming intertwined.

However, the eyes of most old people are looking forward to the direction of Tianque, waiting for that touch of thunder.

Within the land of Kyushu.

Everyone is waiting for the first spring drum, and the thunder resounds throughout the world, which truly means the arrival of spring.

It has been said since ancient times.

Playing drums can attract rain and nourish the growth of crops, so drums naturally become a way to pray to gods for good weather.

A way to "communicate" with the gods.

The most important thing is the first person to ring the spring drum. Legend has it that he can absorb the people's expectations and the will of all races to welcome the spring together!

The good fortune that can be achieved.

Indescribably wonderful.

After listening to the explanation of Nanzheng, the god of the Gaoyang tribe, Lu Yun's expression suddenly changed as he watched tens of thousands of challengers from all races gathering in the audience.

"Bang the spring drum and let the whole world welcome the spring together!"

"The foundation I have accumulated over the past six years is not just about superficial realm."

A smile formed on his lips.

Precipitated for six years.

Lu Yun has thoroughly understood several magical powers and attack methods that come with the Zhongtian Yulong Tiandi Sutra.

All kinds of creation gods are at your fingertips.

The reason why he has not broken through the Void Refining Stage for so long is that he is just waiting for a suitable opportunity.

During the return to virtual stage, one's own lifespan can reach nearly five thousand years, and at the same time, the Nascent Soul in the body turns into the Yuanshen.

Refining the void, refining the void.

The key point lies in the word "Lian", which relies on refining the soul day and night to return to the virtual world and emerge from the original body, turning into many clones.

Lu Yun saw more and more people gathering in the audience. Fortunately, he closed his eyes to rest and continued to refine his soul.

The people on the viewing platform were bustling with people, and the sounds were becoming more and more lively.

"Do you think highly of the boy from the Gaoyang tribe?"

A clan elder named Yu Yi, who looked closely and saw a pair of mandarin duck eyes, sent a message to Emperor Shun out of curiosity.

"Distant ancestor, Cang He is the most noble person in the human race. He is blessed with great fortune and is destined to achieve great things."

"In most of the futures that Shun'er wants to implement in the future, there will be a scene where Cang He reverses the situation and helps the world."

"except him."

"There is no other person better suited to beat the spring drum."

Emperor Shun explained the scene he saw while watching the fortune to the inquiring clan elders.

This time just now.

Not only the elders of the Tianyu Emperor Clan came to inquire, but also the Taotang Emperor Clan and other ancient inherited clans such as the Xuanyuan Emperor Clan.

They all asked the Holy Lord insinuatingly.

Even if Emperor Shun personally went on stage to beat the drums, it would not be an exaggeration to say that such a major event of recovery was for all people to beat the drums to announce the spring.

"May your best wishes come true."

The eyes of Yu Yi and other clan elders all fell on Yu Jun.

They all saw the emperor's unwillingness.

"Why, why would my father let a foreigner beat the spring drum?"

"The true meaning of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new."

"Am I not worthy enough to ring it, Emperor Jun?!"

Yu Jun's eyes were about to burst into flames, he held an ancient animal bone tightly in his hand, and looked at the talented people who were constantly gathering on the Lei Chun Dou.

I was very unwilling in my heart.

"My son, please don't be impatient. Sooner or later, the position in the Tianyu Emperor's dynasty will belong to His Highness."

The great shamans from the three Miao witch dynasties around him came forward to comfort him one by one.

Every reigning emperor.

Although it can only be passed down for tens of thousands of years, it can entrust the imperial dynasty to its own people.

The reign of an imperial dynasty is quite long.

When the last emperor Yao was in power, even after his abdication for tens of thousands of years, he was still succeeded by members of the Taotang Imperial Clan.

Until the last energy of the Celestial Dynasty is exhausted.

Therefore, the great witches of the Sanmiao Imperial Clan have long been eyeing the emperor's son of the Tianyu Imperial Clan and have been planning for many years.

soon.

Tens of thousands of elite talents from all races have registered their names one after another, waiting for the start of the spring battle.

The so-called Leichundou.

It is usually a three-person competition with elimination system at the end until the first place is determined.

There was light in the eyes of other foreign geniuses.

"Lei Chun Dou must let the name of the Dragon Clan shine throughout the world."

"It starts here."

Ao Yin's eyes were full of determination and expectation, glowing with a special light.

Over millions of glorious years.

Amidst the rapid changes of light and shadow, the legend of the True Dragon Clan remains everlasting.

However.

As the gods open the pages of mythology, ancient mythical creatures continue to resurrect across the continents.

Looking at the mythical world of mountains and seas, the reputation of the Dragon Clan is not as prominent as imagined.

"The first battle of spring, Ao Yin versus Cang Hai!"

A drummer wore a long, thick raincoat and a big bamboo hat, covering almost his whole body.

The rich Tianguan Tianyin spread throughout Chaotian Que.

The officials responsible for managing spring drums in Longting throughout the past dynasties were respectfully called "drummers".

He came from the disciples of Jumang, the Emperor of Heaven.

"Ao Yin, listen to the name, he is the genius of the Dragon Clan?"

Many gods and immortals came to the stage to see the first fighting arena condensed by the breath of the yellow dragon of luck.

The appearance of the arena is made up of half an iceberg that has never melted, covered with layers of tender new branches.

Frozen buds are in bud.

On the other side.

Cang Hai took the lead on the stage with the encouragement of Lu Yun and others.

"Gaoyang Imperial Clan, Cang Hai, please give me some advice."

Canghai adhered to the upbringing and etiquette of a wealthy family and first gave the gift.

"Beihai, White Dragon Clan, Ao Yin."

Ao Yin nodded and then returned the same greeting.

the other side.

Lu Yun stood on the center stage, assuming the role of the only ringmaster in the audience.

Only after three consecutive victories will others have the opportunity to challenge Lu Yun.

Lu Yun's eyes did not fall on the Bakai of the Gaoyang Imperial Clan, except for the contestants from Cang Hai who were eye-catching.

Several other Bakai talents from the Gaoyang tribe.

In Panchun Dou, where there are so many masters, he actually can't last more than a few rounds.

"Zhongkan! Zhongkan!"

"You are the best!"

next moment.

Zhong Kan, who cheered the loudest among the Gaoxin Imperial Clan, instantly killed the Wu Kingdom warrior on stage with one move.

He gave a very graceful salute and then left slowly.

"Zhongkan! I want to have a baby with you!"

"Zhong Kan, you are the only candidate to win the championship this time!"

The juniors of the Gaoxin Imperial Clan looked up to the players on the field with admiration.

Lu Yunxian was chewing a piece of rice in his mouth. Hearing the deafening cheers next to him, a black line appeared on his face:

"The surrounding Imperial Clan players of the first generation are all competing against players from small and wild countries."

"It was clearly Emperor Shun who was trying to save face for the various wealthy clans, so as to avoid the embarrassment of being cleared out with one move."

"Why do I really feel that I am number one in the world?"

Lu Yunfa looked around.

Zhongkan's realm cultivation level is only at the early stage of the divine transformation stage, and he is in the middle and lower reaches of all the challengers present.