All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

at the same time.

A distant and boundless ghost gate appeared at the foot of Fengdu Yin Mountain. The figure of Yi and the big tiger with a hanging forehead walked out of the ghost gate and shouted:

"The paper-burning ghosts in the world will send all sentient beings on ghost boats!"

"The river lanterns lead the way home, while wild ghosts roam the world!"

Wow!

The moon grew bigger and bigger until it completely filled the sky at the top of Yinshan Mountain.

That kind of extremely abundant Yin Qi from heaven and earth.

Along with the opening of the ghost gate, the ghosts all felt both excited and uneasy.

"The Zhongyuan has arrived, and the door to hell is about to open!!"

Dayi took a deep breath and shouted loudly to all living beings in the world!

As the door of hell opens.

An illusory and turbid Naihe, the river surface is rotten and yellowed, full of stinky corpses, the water is full of insects and snakes, the waves are rolling, and the fishy wind blows on your face.

And each of the creatures trapped in the dream felt that they suddenly turned into strange ghosts.

The consciousness may be sluggish, or clear, or it may turn into a whip-wielding ghost official, extraditing the boatman...

All the dreams of living beings perform their own duties on this day, playing their strange yet familiar roles.

Lu Yun forcibly dragged hundreds of millions of people into the subconscious mind and fell into this illusory and grand ghost dream!

Thousands of ghosts are passing through!

The Yin Qi is so strong that almost everywhere the ghost passes, there are always dark clouds and thunder rolling.

This terrible sense of depression also came to the vicinity of Fengdu Yin Mountain.

During this period of time, the roars that were constantly coming from the gate of hell had become quieter, and only the cruel roars from deeper places were still faintly heard:

"Central Plains Ghost Festival, the blessing of the underworld!"

"We, the thousand-year-old ghosts, finally have the opportunity to go out for a walk and wander around the scenery of the Yang world!"

"Get out of here, get out of here."

"This lotus ghost ship is what you old ghosts who have no descendants in this world dare to think about?"

"Master, please come this way."

On each of the ghost ships, the shoving and yelling of the little ghosts continued to be heard.

The old ghosts whose heirs have been cut off and whose incense has disappeared are no match for these evil ghosts.

Behind the ghost gate.

Lu Yun suddenly transformed, his face was like a full moon, his body was more than ten feet long, he was wearing a crown of clouds and a harem, and a jade pendant.

The figure of the boundless and majestic Ghost Emperor walked out of the gate of ghosts step by step.

"Ghost Emperor, the ruler of the underworld has appeared!"

"Don't even talk!"

"Keep absolute silence, otherwise there will be a terrible incident!"

The same thoughts inexplicably appeared in the minds of each ghost, and the powerful Black Law of the North Emperor began to have an impact.

The restless hundreds of millions of ghosts in the world suddenly fell silent!

I saw the three characters "Ghost Gate Pass" written on the horizontal plaque at the dark mountain gate at the foot of Yin Mountain in Fengdu.

This gate and the surrounding towering ancient locust trees and crows reflect the appearance of the Fengdu Ghost Emperor.

Tap tap tap.

With every step Lu Yun took, the blurry and illusory scene behind the gate of hell became clearer and more magnificent:

Each piece is large in scale, complete in structure, and the all-encompassing ghost country scene is looming.

Blood River Pond, Naihe Bridge, Ten Kings Hall, Wangxiang Terrace, and Emperor Hall.

All kinds of history, customs, and stories passed down orally by millions of people are deposited in the subconscious of hundreds of millions of people.

Suddenly, the dream is reflected in reality! !

Many monks in the Void Refining Stage who cultivated with the help of dreams have secretly discovered that something is wrong with the mysterious gods.

"Hungry Ghost Festival?!"

"What the hell is going on?!"

The ancestor of the sect, who was originally an immortal, finally changed his expression.

"We can't get out."

"Is this a strange dream of that supreme being, and you are all still awake??"

"My method of entering dreams has failed. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave it for a while. I can only wait for the Ghost Festival to end!"

Several other long-sleeved alchemists had streaks of golden light outside their bodies, wanting to quit practicing.

They were shocked to find that all the magical powers they relied on in the past had lost their power!

During the Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival.

No matter what kind of true god you are, as long as you are dragged into this magnificent myth and custom by the dancing figure of the dream butterfly.

Has lost any ability to resist!

Yangshi.

People from every household placed carefully crafted paper figures at an intersection.

"It is passed down orally from our ancestors."

"The Ghost Emperor of the Underworld has an order: all the separations of life and death in the world will be reunited in another way on this day of July."

"I don't know if it's true or not."

The people murmured in their mouths, and then lit the torches with hesitation, letting wisps of smoke cover their doorsteps.

Crash.

In the pouring gloomy rain, the endless turbidity in Guimenguan is like a flood that has been released, quickly spreading in the Yang world.

"We're at the door of my house. This is the door of my house...let me get down!"

The ghosts on the ferry were all ashen-faced, struggling and trying to jump off the boat.

Enter the home.

But it is unknown how many real ghosts there are, or how many lonely ghosts are mixed in.

At this time, in the green smoke that floated out from the burning paper boats and paper figures in Yangshi, there were countless concerns and thoughts of the people.

"I beg the ghost officer who is passing by."

"Accept the paper ingots offered by the people, and let our ancestors go home to see their children."

The people spoke plausibly and burned silver ingots tied with paper, surrounded by pure incense and belief.

"How embarrassing."

The old man on the ferry was overjoyed, took the paper ingot with a smile, and quickly kicked out a ghost.

look carefully.

Every time a ghost falls off the ferry, a gloomy woodcut token appears on the old man's waist:

"The ferryman on the Santu River - 007, ghost number 9521."

The ghosts sent back and forth have to be checked and audited when they return to the ghost town.

Having incense and faith means real money in the underworld.

[9521 ghost people; 82 clan members; offering 2 wisps of incense. 】

At this moment, the Yinmu Token clearly records the ancestor ghosts returning home to their relatives.

The number of faith incense offered by the Yangshi family.

As for those evil spirits who wanted to cross the ferry and rush directly into people's homes, they were stopped by the flashing peach charms!

"Ah!"

Just listen, several shrill screams turned into puffs of white smoke and disappeared into the Naihe water.

The old man on the ferry was not surprised, so he took out another spoonful of Naihe water and poured it on the smoking paper ingot.

"If you want to spend money, you can't damage your moral character."

The Northern Emperor's Black Law improved by Lu Yun.

Every aspect of the dream takes into account customs and traditions, restrains the huge ghost official system of the underworld, and enters the Beiyin underworld in a new era and new atmosphere together!

…

By the Yangshi River.

Along with the continuous sound of water, the turbid Naihe, Santu River, and Wangchuan River poured into the world...

In full view of the common people.

Except for children with a near-yin constitution, no adult could see such a spectacular scene!

"A beacon of light illuminates the way home for the souls of our ancestors."

"The sky is filled with stars, may the souls of our ancestors be liberated."

On the quiet riverside, people hesitated with longing, put down their exquisite river lanterns and pushed them into the water.

"The old people of the previous generation and the previous generation have long been forgotten. Who will remember the forgotten old friends."

"You guys should also go out and eat some incense."

Lu Yun looked at the lonely old ghosts on thousands of ferries and flicked his finger.

One after another, the black chains were broken.

The old men who were smoking their pipes backwards hesitated for a moment, feeling the hot wooden sign on their waists, but did not continue.

Let the old ghosts have some fresh air.