All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

[Midwinter in January 408 BC]

It’s the Spring Festival of the Lunar Calendar.

The Zhongshan Palace sent thirty warriors to form a mighty Nuo dance team.

Wearing colorful ribbons and golden masks, holding long swords and bucklers, they danced vigorously.

The warriors dance with rapid and changeable steps, often using leaps, spins and other technical movements, trying to awaken the gods who responded to them in the past.

at the same time.

The princes and countries, including the royal family of Tianzhou, all chose the day before the wax festival.

A grand Nuo ceremony was held.

Having truly seen the power of the true God, they refused to worship or offer sacrifices, and were very panicked.

just in case.

The next time the sky fire fell, it happened to fall on the palace of their country.

Will the people of your own country think that the king's virtue is not worthy of the throne and that he is not in the right position?

So the king was punished by heaven and died tragically in the palace?

Therefore, they can not believe it, but they cannot disrespect it.

"One Nuo can conquer hundreds of ghosts, and one wish can satisfy thousands of gods."

"Welcome the Nuo God."

At that time, Dongguo, a new spectator on the street, was there.

At this time, he became the host of the Zhongshan National Sacrifice Ceremony.

"The last great witch..."

"Also went with the Nuo God."

He couldn't help but be stunned as he watched the warriors below singing and dancing to their hearts' performances.

There are no more than a hundred people in Zhongshan Kingdom who have truly inherited the great witchcraft inheritance.

Now, with the departure of Nuo God, the skills of Nuo God have completely disappeared in the ancient country of Zhongshan.

The good news is.

All countries in the world worship the Nuo god as a national sacrifice. The princes and countries conquer the city and adopt generally tolerant methods towards the enemy's citizens.

There has never been a massacre of thousands of miles.

"Your voice was not in vain..."

Dongguo looked back silently, preparing to leave the Nuo dance performance that was about to end.

"Xiangguo!"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is out of seclusion!"

Dong Guo's expression perked up, and two lines of clear tears fell on his face.

Your Majesty, he has finally come out of seclusion.

Dongguo really didn't know if he could hold on any longer.

The remnant troops of Wei State retreated, but they could not give up the fat piece of Zhongshan State.

All the princes and countries in the world thought that Nuo God was still alive.

Head-on confrontation.

Wu Qi and others, who were protected by Wei Guoyun to the death, definitely understood the pain of being burned by the karma of heaven and earth when God Nuo took action.

The gods and merchants left, and the Tianzhou Dynasty was established.

There has been no God in the world for seven hundred years, how could the gods attack with all their strength without restraint.

"Quick, come with me to meet the king."

Dongguo flicked his sleeves, and the cold wind rushed in, making him shiver subconsciously.

Been practicing Taoism for decades.

He hadn't experienced the feeling of cold in many years.

When they reached the palace, Dongguo drove straight into the palace without any need to report.

Behind the table, which is powerful, solemn and elegant.

"News came from South Korea and Zhao State that Wei State has regrouped a hundred thousand troops and wants to take over Zhongshan State in one go."

Lu Yun is holding a pen and meditating, his eyes are magical.

With the resources of a country, he stayed in seclusion for more than a year.

Lu Yun's cultivation level jumped from level 1 in the Qi Refining Stage to level 76 in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Not to mention overwhelming the world.

Relying on the "Zhongtian Yulong Heavenly Emperor Sutra" and the three magical powers of [Stars], [Yulong] and [Qi Luck], it is enough to protect the seven cities from being captured by Wei.

That's the difficulty.

The third year is up.

Lu Yun left the copy.

Where should Zhongshan go?

"Is this really just a tempering copy?"

Lu Yun recalled the dungeon rules.

79% similarity, partial projection of a certain plane.

He was lost in thought.

Dongguo stood at the gate of the palace, saying nothing and acting silently.

"The Nuo God is not dead."

Lu Yun looked at Dong Guo, who looked sad, and opened his mouth to relax the atmosphere in the palace.

"Since ancient times, the ancient gods will gradually fall asleep, but they will not die."

"As long as anyone remembers His presence."

"Sooner or later, the gods will return from the past to the present."

Before retreat.

Lu Yun used his magical power of luck to observe the fate of Nuo God.

After a period of silence.

Nuo sacrificial rituals have been passed down through the ages, and the story of Nuo gods driving away plagues and praying for blessings will always be in the hearts of mankind.

"Your Majesty, I understand."

On Dong Guo's dull face, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his usual smile returned.

It's just a bit far-fetched.

Lu Yun was silent for a moment.

He suddenly regretted and chose to experience this era personally.

People who have ideals and ambitions and strive to change this era are too bright and eye-catching.

It was so dazzling that Lu Yun couldn't believe that this was just a tempering copy.

"Mr. Dong Guo."

"Promise me, no matter what happens in the future, I will live well."

Lu Yun did not call Dongguo Xiangguo, but asked in a homely tone.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

Dongguo interrupted Lu Yun's words, his eyes flickering with a familiar regret.

Lu Yun’s words.

The tone was so heavy that Dongguo doubted that he could not bear the burden of the country.

"I am a passer-by and I will eventually leave here."

"Ji Heng is still young, please ask the Prime Minister to take care of him from now on."

Ji Heng, Duke Wen of Zhongshan.

The next person to revive the Zhongshan Kingdom and the successor to the copy of Zhongshan Wugong.

Eleven months to go.

The dungeon tempering time of Tianbing Yuwei is about to end.

Two years later, only 10,000 of the 30,000 heavenly soldiers were left.

Confucianism's literary, moral and spiritual powers restrained their exertion.

A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.

A great Confucian with a righteous heart, relying on literary and spiritual powers, can lead an army to keep up with the pace of the heavenly soldiers and feather guards in battle.

The cavalry strength of the Wei Kingdom in the foundation-building period is based on the weakening of the effect of [Human Immortal].

He can still compete with the heavenly soldiers and feather guards in the Qi refining stage.

The fight was evenly matched.

"I should take orders myself."

Mr. Dongguo abided by etiquette and accepted the offer.

"I said, this is a family matter, not a state matter."

Lu Yun was angry.

He doesn't want something to happen that he doesn't want to see happen.

"Wei's great power today is only temporary."

"In the future, the people who will actually live in the Central Plains will be the old Qin people from the West."

"After I leave, the Prime Minister should go and join Qin."

The hall was quiet for a few breaths.

Dongguo looked at Lu Yun blankly, lowered his head and did not answer.

Lu Yun had a bit of helplessness on his face. He was a little annoyed about the integrity and loyalty of this era.

Zhongshan is a sparsely populated area and belongs to Zhao Yan.

Since ancient times, there have been many generous and tragic people in Yan and Zhao.

He was afraid that he would leave.

Dongguo would die generously with the fall of Zhongshan Kingdom.

"Since ancient times, loyal ministers have never served two masters."

"I will take care of the prince's affairs. I agree."

"Go to Qin and forgive Dongguo for being unable to obey his orders."

Dongguo knelt down solemnly and knocked his head until blood oozed from his forehead.

"We will meet again."

Lu Yun helped Dong Guo up, and the pure magic power from the Nascent Soul Stage brushed over Dong Guo's body.

Dongguo's white hair on both temples gradually turned black, and his old face glowed with vitality.

Lu Yun did not continue to say anything.

He sighed, stretched out his hand, and sent Dong Guo out of the palace.

He used his luck to sort out Dongguo's body.

The backlash suffered by Peeping Emperor's Life was erased by Lu Yun's improved cultivation.

"Dong Guo still has several years to live."

"I will take good care of the prince."

Mr. Dongguo bent down and lifted up his sleeves, looking at the lush green bamboo outside the palace.

He closed his eyes in silence.

After a long time.

Then he opened his eyes and turned to leave.

Probably the breeze is blowing, and the green bamboo is swaying. The branches of the bamboo are clear and strong.