All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

In the entire Chaotian Palace.

There was total silence.

Everyone held their breath and watched the domineering scene of a man kicking the real dragon in the ring.

At this moment, the scene has been frozen.

Tens of thousands of juniors who have not yet reached the stage of becoming gods are staring at the figure on the ring.

After a long time.

"Cang He!"

"Gaoyang Imperial Clan, Canghe!"

Deafening shouts immediately resounded inside and outside Chaotian Tower.

Chaotian Tower is in the center of the 100-story high-rise building.

Yu Yi leaned on the railing, holding it with both hands, and couldn't stop praising:

“The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared.”

"The spring drum announces spring to the people of all nine states in the world. It has the important task of driving away filth except Canghe."

"No one is suitable."

Emperor Shun nodded slightly, his mind still recalling the Beiyin ghost soldiers on stage.

The formations in the army change rapidly, the troops are arranged both offensively and defensively, and they are not afraid of the power of Zhiyang.

"If there were more troops."

"The Gonggong and Sanmiao Imperial Clan, who have been cultivating the south for thousands of years, seem to have a chance to eat it in one bite."

"Maybe the trip south can be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

Emperor Shun planned to wait until the spring event was over and talk to Lu Yun personally about borrowing troops.

While thinking about it, Lu Yun seemed to feel something and raised his head, looked at the Holy Lord on the high building, and showed a bright smile.

Di Shun also responded with a smile.

An hour later.

No one on the field had the idea of ​​continuing to challenge Lu Yun, so the string of stars bracelet could only be obtained by winning thirty consecutive games.

It was captured by Yu Min from the Tianyu Imperial Clan.

"This is the end of the Panchun fight."

"The first person to beat the spring drum is Cang He!"

All the gods and people in the audience were solemn.

Everyone is quietly waiting for the beginning of spring.

As time goes by, hundreds of millions of people and human races in all nine states in the world raise their heads.

"It's almost time to welcome the spring."

"Old man, old man, get up and welcome the spring."

Especially the elderly people, with anticipation and hope in their eyes, look towards the sea of ​​clouds in Pusaka and wait respectfully for the sound of drums.

The dharma images of the mountain gods are manifested one by one in various places.

The people who had been preparing for a long time all lined up and played fishing drums, speaking eloquently and eloquently:

"As soon as the gong sounds, ten thousand taels of shellfish and the mountain god are here, bringing good luck and prosperity."

Many great witches stood in the sacrificial area that had been arranged months in advance and solemnly placed a sacred stone.

Within the Sanmiao Wu Dynasty.

Spring heralding rituals are often closely related to ancestor worship.

Inside every house.

The most indispensable thing is a whole marinated pig's head.

After it is cooked, put a few wild camellia flowers in the pig's mouth and carry it to the shrine at home.

Spring drums sound.

The waiting tribesmen must kowtow to their ancestors' tablets.

Other great witches are waiting for the sound of the drums, and they hold solemn ceremonies in China to welcome the spring, herald the spring, praise the spring, and confer blessings.

Other underworld areas.

Some imps holding gongs, protected by some tall and burly Yin soldiers, beat gongs and small drums, hit the banquet, and also praised:

"Water has a source, but trees have roots. I tell the earth the reason."

"The Queen Mother of the West sees ghosts and gods. She and the Queen Mother of the West are sisters."

The ghost mountains and ghost seas are bustling with people, both people in the upper world and ghosts in the underworld are waiting for the moment of "announcement of spring".

…

In front of the spring drum.

Lu Yun held a pair of ancient drums and pestles and couldn't help but look at the big drum in front of him.

What is painted on the drum surface is a vast and magnificent world.

The scene of all the gods praising is particularly eye-catching. Countless ancient gods surround the center, holding treasures or praising the God of Spring.

There seemed to be some huge shadows on the edge of the drum, as big as a god.

"What are those shadows?"

"Unfortunately, although I heard the sound of drums in the past few years, I didn't know its meaning."

"When it comes to my debut, I still have some doubts."

Lu Yun holds the drum and pestle in his hand.

Wait quietly for the drummer to speak before getting ready to strike.

"The auspicious time has arrived, and the world welcomes spring!"

The drummer's face was serious, and he performed the ancient rituals meticulously, and his voice echoed in Chaotian Palace.

Countless ancient immortals also praised:

"The auspicious time has arrived, and the world welcomes spring!"

"What are you still doing? Knock faster, no more, no less."

The drummer glanced at Cang He and immediately sent a message to urge him.

Hearing this, Lu Yun used all his strength to hit the drum head, and the sound of the drum was low and vague.

"Dong..." "Dong..." "Dong..."

The sound of the drums became louder and louder, almost inaudible, and the sound of the drums began to reverberate all over the world.

At the same time, with the sound of spring drums.

Lu Yun opened his magic eyes wide and channeled his magic power to both eyes.

He wanted to see what the mystery of the Spring Annunciation, which all immortals and gods took seriously, was.

A special red color gradually appeared in the horizon in his eyes.

"Rumble..."

A special echo came.

Others are in various parts of Kyushu, and the Beiyin ghost soldiers who have been waiting for a long time are watching from a distance.

They were all secret agents who had been ordered by Lu Yun early on.

What kind of mystery will there be in the spring ceremony in this era?

On the farthest mountain peak that could be clearly seen, many trees and bamboos were swaying, as if a spring breeze was sweeping out from deep in the mountain.

Snap!

Some old farmers raised their colorful long whips, whipped the spring cattle hard, and chanted.

"They are all songs that symbolize New Year's work."

The ghost official on duty shook his head, although he didn't understand why the mission above was so strange.

Still watch the changes conscientiously.

"The God of Spring is here, spring is here!"

Listening to the beating of the drum, the drummer on duty spoke excitedly.

Boom!

The red color of the sky in Lu Yun's eyes reflected wisps of rays of light, and an indescribable ancient existence transcended the shackles of the heavens with the help of drums.

Live happily in the world.

I saw an ancient emperor with a bird body and a human face, wearing plain clothes and riding two yellow dragons, coming majestically.

Spring God Jumang

Crash.

Chains rang out, and the chains under Jin Wu's feet, which had been tied up for a whole year, suddenly disappeared.

"An hour of relaxation time."

Emperor Jumang agreed.

The ice melted quickly on everything in the world, and the vegetation was covered with a touch of green.

Spring thunder explodes.

Countless flower buds and tender grass grow rapidly, and a new round of vitality emerges in the world.

As the temperature of the land increases.

"It's spring, it's spring."

"Another good harvest. Thank you, God of Spring. Thank you, God of Spring."

Each farmer started to get busy with joy on his face, and the fields were full of people cultivating.

Although they may not understand what the Emperor of Heaven is.

But spring comes.

It can actually bring about visible benefits of farming, but all the ancestors could see it.

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

"May all people in the world have a peaceful mind like spring all year round and have a good harvest every year."

“Heaven, earth, and every state, bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.”

The Heavenly Emperor Jumang gave a long laugh and chanted a few words of praise at every mountain he passed along the way.

Rumble.

All living beings in the world, no matter what level of immortality and life they are, are in the moment of great spring.

Feel the spring energy, enjoy satisfaction, peace and blessings, and obtain spiritual nourishment and spiritual comfort.

"The old road is healed."

"I can walk again after I broke my leg a few years ago."

"It's been a good harvest, it's been a good harvest, our seeds have sprouted new branches."

Amidst the din of countless voices.

Lu Yun's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with waves.

How many years.

Jumang, the Emperor of Heaven in ancient times, also served as the God of Spring, the God of Life, the God of Harvest, and many other ancient powers.

Faith and incense accumulated over hundreds of millions of years.

How terrifying is the strength of this Emperor of Heaven, the head of the Four Seasons Gods?

at the same time.

When Tiandi Jumang passed by Puban, he fiddled with it and dropped it, showing two touches of the New Year spirit.

A smaller stream fell on the head of the drummer.

A blush appeared on the drummer's face, and he hurriedly ran to another palace and ate it in seclusion.

"Good luck."

"The God of Spring is on duty to welcome good fortune."

I don't know how many immortals and gods looked at the drummer who left in a hurry with envy.

The largest share among them.

It fell impartially on Lu Yun, who worked hard to sound the spring drum for the sake of the world.