The Great Dream God

Just as everyone was staring at the tense moment ahead, Lisa, who had been silently following the human team, suddenly raised the magic flute in her hand. The magic flute, with a mysterious glow, was like the brightest star in the night sky, instantly capturing everyone's attention. Lisa's move was unexpected, her fingers gently touched the flute holes, as if preparing to play an unknown melody. At this critical moment, her decision could change the situation of the battle, either bringing the dawn of hope or triggering an unknown storm. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the sound of the magic flute to break the heavy silence.

She gently placed her lips on the mouthpiece of the magic flute, as if it were her most precious treasure. Her fingers slid gracefully across the flute, and every movement was filled with endless rhythm and poetry. She took a deep breath and began to play, and the notes flowed out of the flute holes like a spring, weaving into a breathtaking piece of music.

This movement is like a nocturne under the moonlight, melodious and mysterious, and like the singing of birds in the morning light, fresh and moving. Every note carries magic, passing through the air and spreading around the exhausted demons. They are drawn by the music, as if they are in a dream world, and their fatigue is washed away in an instant.

The demons who heard the music gradually softened their fierce eyes. Their bodies were no longer tense, and they slowly closed their eyes. The music echoed in their hearts, as if soothing their tired souls. As the melody rose and fell, they fell one by one, and the bang bang bang sound echoed in the empty space, but it did not seem abrupt, but seemed to be integrated with the music and became a part of it.

This is a baptism of music, and also a ritual for the demons to fall asleep. The music swirls in the air until the last note fades away. The owner of the magic flute still stands there quietly, her eyes gentle and firm, as if she has just completed a great magic.

Meng Jin witnessed the scene in front of him, and the ecstasy in his heart was like a flood that broke through the dam, instantly drowning all his doubts and worries. His eyes flashed with a fiery light, as if he saw the dawn of victory shining ahead. At this moment, his heartbeat was deafening in his chest, like the beating of a war drum, stirring up endless fighting spirit.

Meng Jin did not hesitate, and leaped forward like an arrow from a bow, heading straight for the target. His movements were vigorous and powerful, and every inch of his muscles was bursting with all their might, as if they contained endless power. His figure drew a graceful arc in the air, like an eagle soaring into the sky, unstoppable.

At the same time, his hands were waving like a dancer. The ring on his finger seemed to be given life, flashing brightly. The light was sometimes as blazing as fire, sometimes as deep as the sea. Every flash was accompanied by a surge of mysterious energy, perfectly synchronized with Meng Jin's movements, as if there was an invisible contract between them.

The bright light was like the dawn of the sky, gently and firmly sprinkled on the hard heads of the demons. Every ray of light seemed to carry the power of purification, trying to penetrate their deep pupils and awaken the conscience hidden in the depths of darkness. The demons were frightened by the sudden light, their figures trembled in the halo, and their originally hideous faces seemed a little confused and helpless under the baptism of the light.

At the same time, Meng Jin's body slowly tilted, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly. His chest rose and fell, tired and satisfied, as if he had completed some great mission. The dust on the ground gently embraced him, as if it was the comfort of Mother Earth, gently covering his tough armor and taking away his fatigue. Meng Jin's eyelids slowly drooped, and his consciousness gradually sank into a deep dream, a peaceful sleep belonging to a hero, full of glory and peace.

The world around him gradually quieted down under the light, with only the rustling of grass leaves in the breeze and the gurgling sound of the river in the distance weaving a peaceful nocturne. In this land washed by the light, the figures of the demons gradually faded, and Meng Jin's sleeping face looked particularly peaceful under the moonlight. His dream might be foreshadowing the coming of a new dawn.

Meng Jin quietly broke into the deep spiritual realm of the demons, a place full of chaos and distorted dreams. His arrival was like a meteor in the night sky that cut through the darkness, silent but shocking. The demons' spiritual world, originally their territory of wanton behavior, is now quietly infiltrated by Meng Jin's will.

When they woke up from their deep sleep, a deep triangular mark suddenly appeared on the forehead of each demon, as hot and eye-catching as a branding iron. The mark was not an ordinary mark, but a symbol of absolute obedience. They looked so abrupt on the demons' hideous faces, as if they were mocking their arrogance and conceit.

These once arrogant demons were now bound by Meng Jin's spiritual power. Their will, strength, even their fear and desire were all firmly controlled by this slave mark. Their resistance and struggle became futile under this invisible yoke. Meng Jin declared his sovereignty in this way and brought these demons under his command. Their fate was rewritten from then on.

Meng Jin was standing in a deep purple ocean, the domain of demons, but he was like a king standing on the top of a mountain, overlooking the hideous world below. His eyes were firm and calm, and his fearless gaze swept over every demon, as if they were just insignificant ants. His figure was particularly eye-catching among the demons, a silent declaration of his existence, his power, and his determination.

Wei Yanren and Sun Yifang, two equally famous figures, now have their eyes fixed on Mengjin. Wei Yanren's eyes reveal deep admiration and confusion. He looks at Mengjin as if he is looking at an unsolvable mystery. And Sun Yifang's eyes flash with admiration and vigilance. He knows Mengjin's bravery, but also understands the devil's cunning and strength. The existence of the two of them is like two lighthouses, illuminating the battlefield of Mengjin and witnessing his fearless challenge.

The demons roared, trying to shake Meng Jin's determination, but his back was like an unshakable city, no matter how strong the wind and waves were, they could not shake it in the slightest. His existence was like a ray of light that pierced the darkness, making the demons afraid, and also giving Wei Yanren and Sun Yifang hope.