All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

"The Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival is more than just a ghost festival."

"Behind traditional culture is more about expressing filial piety and longing for our ancestors."

"Sacrifice the homesickness of the deceased from afar."

"What's scary about Qingming Festival, Cold Food Festival, and Hungry Ghost Festival? In the final analysis, they are all about respecting ancestors and fulfilling filial piety."

Lu Yun stood on the auspicious clouds composed of dream butterflies, looking down at the giant dreamland that accommodates hundreds of millions of creatures.

on the sky.

There are tens of thousands of monks scattered in the sky, who have the consciousness to see through the essence of the dream.

And hundreds of escaping lights flew out one after another and appeared in the sky, including monks, Taoists, and local gods.

"What is going on with this endless ghost dream that affects thousands of worlds?"

"Could it be that there really is someone with supreme supernatural power who has been dreaming for thousands of years and dragged us and Yehu Chan into the dream?"

An old Taoist priest in feathers gradually appeared, shaking the whisk in his hand with a stern expression.

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou... Are we the dream butterfly or the Zhuang Zhou?"

A great Confucian scholar shook his head, held up a copy of the Nanhua Sutra, and debated with the monks present.

"Where are you ghosts?"

"You dare to flout the majesty of the underworld without permission, and don't go on a ferry without entering the gate of hell. How brave are you?!"

A heavy roar came, and then the wind and thunder roared, causing the Yinshui ocean to surge and huge waves to surge.

Crash.

The water on the Santu River suddenly surged, and the monks scattered in the sky were swept up directly into the river.

Each other's bodies were surrounded by a swift river of ghosts.

The surrounding scenery quickly receded and the vision became blurry.

The rush and noise of the water made it difficult for the conscious monk to breathe.

The water splashed everywhere, and the waves hit their faces. Although they wanted to call for help, their throats were filled with the smelly ghost water, making it impossible for their voices to come out.

A female monk who was trapped in the ghost river had a face full of shock.

[Unlimited Taboo: You have violated the "Black Law of the Northern Emperor" and will be besieged by hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers. 】

[Tip: Please follow the rules of this copy. 】

"Copy?"

The unlucky Wu Xuanmiao shivered when she heard the notification tone, and she never thought about it.

She just used her dreams to practice [Heavenly Crown Maitreya Dharma].

How could he accidentally enter a supreme copy of this level!

"You cannot change the copy, you must immediately adapt to the copy rules."

"Each copy can be regarded as an independent management of the consciousness of heaven, and I must adapt to it."

Wu Xuanmiao remembered the family rules.

He immediately pretended to be unconscious and unconscious.

With the momentum of the Santu Ghost River, countless monks who were awake and wanted to struggle were washed to a river beach downstream.

Tread.

Teams of Beiyin ghost soldiers armed with armor and sharp weapons, with capable movements, holding soul-locking standard ghost weapons.

He stepped forward and easily detained the monk who kept spitting out sewage.

"What are you going to do? What kind of force are you?"

"How dare you attack His Royal Highness the Holy Son of Liushagui Country."

However.

The answer to these young men who clamored about their origins and backgrounds was a hard and painful whip.

The Beiyin ghost soldiers didn't say a word the whole time.

An atmosphere of silence.

The monks around him were so frightened that they fell into silence before they could speak.

soon.

In the process of constant pushing and urging by Beiyin ghost soldiers.

Many lords, including Wu Xuanmiao, saw an ancient and mysterious scene.

The sky above the Ghost River covering the entire Yangshi area.

There is actually an endless stone bridge!

“What a big stone bridge, where is this place??”

"Do you have any impression?"

"Wait a minute, Ghost River, Ghost Bridge, there won't be a boiling water pot on it."

"An old man can bring you a bowl."

Some monks looked horrified. They were familiar with the legends from ancient times that had been passed down to this day.

I saw.

In the center of the bridge, an empty tea stall appeared with bowls of turbid Meng Po soup.

Every ghost crossing the bridge consciously picked up the stone bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, the ghost passing by the bridge suddenly fell into a state of confusion, with a dull and lifeless face.

Step by step towards the end of Naihe Bridge, heading towards the unknown area covered by thick fog.

"Fuck, I lost consciousness instantly after drinking it. Where the hell is he?"

"Hand in hand, we will be reincarnated together and go to hell together."

"Meng Po soup is so sweet. I'll drink it from a big bowl so that I can be reincarnated."

[Dungeon rules: Please drink the Mengpo soup in front of you, otherwise you will be attacked by the mythical character Zongbu God! 】

Ding!

The monks and lords who were trying to get through the situation all fell into despair as they looked at the tea stall getting closer and closer.

"If I don't drink, will I not even have a chance to wake up?!"

"I don't want to die silently in my dream!"

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the other side.

Lu Yun heard another prompt sound from a different era of national lords.

[In mourning in the Central Plains, we pay tribute to our old friends from afar. 】

【Let the thoughts and civilization be together. 】

[Congratulations on successfully creating a mythical 3-star copy. Please name your copy freely! 】

[Will there be a cross-border announcement? ! 】

"Create a mythical copy?"

Lu Yun looked at the familiar panel in front of him and unexpectedly discovered that he could set many additional rules.

It is completely no different from the dungeons that the lords usually enter!

"According to the already set rules, will additional expansion rules be made and adapted to the lord players?"

"Unexpected changes occurred in the identity of the lord."

"In the era of national lords, for the sake of rationality, the temporarily created dream world was turned into a copy to reside."

After thinking about the reason, Lu Yun's thoughts changed rapidly.

This is for him.

It's a good thing that United Dreamland becomes a copy.

A copy that can appear randomly in the era of national lords can bring a lot of benefits to Lu Yun.

"After all, every time you clear a level and enter and leave a dungeon, you will receive additional incense benefits."

The customs of the Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival actually involve a huge operation process of the underworld.

From the moment the door of hell opens wide.

Every link such as ferry, homecoming, reincarnation, return, etc. can be used to converge the [incense] of the Yang world!

Thought for a moment.

Lu Yun chose to keep his name anonymous and create a public copy.

…

[Cross-border announcement: The anonymous lord created the mythical 3-star dungeon "Zhongyuan Ghost Festival" and rewarded the permanent management rights of the dungeon! 】

Boom!

Countless lords living in the foggy world collectively caused a sensation!

"Another lord created a mythical level copy?"

"Decades have passed since the last instance creation announcement."

“There is another option in the dungeon that we can explore, but we just don’t know what the entry rules are.”

Countless world lords were shocked.

Some lords who were qualified to choose the dungeon curiously clicked on the dungeon introduction to view it.

…

[Copy of Ghost Festival of Ghost Festival]

Quality: Myth 3 stars.

Introduction: Please abide by the taboos in the copy!

Status: Accessible

Output: Netherworld

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"Mythical copy?"

"I want to see what's going on with you!"

The lord who couldn't bear his curiosity quickly clicked to enter the [Zhongyuan Ghost Festival] copy.