The Great Dream God

Mengjin was like a sharp flash of lightning that cut through the dark battlefield and moved forward courageously.

His steps were firm and powerful, and every step struck the hearts of the enemies, stirring up ripples of fear.

The long sword tightly held in his hand seemed to be the light of his life. Every time he swung it, it flashed a dazzling light, illuminating the chaos ahead.

No one can stop the sword as it ruthlessly cuts through those twisted triangular tentacle monsters. Every strike is precise and brutal.

Those tentacle monsters came like a nightmare, but under Meng Jin's sword, their lives were extinguished in an instant like candle flames swaying in the wind.

The sword energy was everywhere, and every time the sword fell, it was accompanied by a shrill roar. The monster's body shattered in the air and turned into a ball of dark shadow and dissipated.

Mengjin is in the midst of a battlefield fraught with dangers, like a flash of lightning that cuts through the dark night sky.

He wielded the sword in his hand, and every blow was accompanied by burning rage and firm determination, and he fought his way through the enemy's encirclement and carved out a bloody path.

Blood splattered all over his armor, reflecting his resolute face. His eyes were like burning flames, illuminating the territory shrouded in death.

He rushed forward like an unstoppable tide, his speed seemed to surpass the whistling of the wind. Every step he took stepped on the hearts of his enemies, stirring up ripples of fear.

However, just as he was about to break through the siege, the triangular tentacle monsters hiding in the shadows launched a fatal counterattack.

Their tentacles were like cold pythons, silently attacking him from all directions and wrapping him tightly in an instant.

The tentacles were as tough as steel, cold and ruthless, like invisible shackles in the darkness, trying to bind Meng Jin's bravery and hope in the abyss of darkness.

Meng Jin suddenly let out a deafening roar, the sound echoing in the air like thunder surging in the valley.

His back turned abruptly, facing the triangular tentacle monsters that emerged from the darkness.

These monsters were like tentacles of the abyss, reaching out towards him mercilessly, attempting to restrain his body and devour his courage.

However, Mengjin did not back down.

His arms were raised high like iron towers, and the long sword in his hands burst out with amazing power at this moment.

The sword shattered in an instant, turning into millions of dazzling pieces, each of which was shining with golden light, like a falling star, with determination and fearlessness.

These fragments instantly condensed into sharp sword energy, sweeping across the four directions like a golden storm.

The sword energy rushed out and hit those tentacles with bared fangs and claws. Every strike was extremely precise, as if it was accurate to the millimeter.

The tentacles instantly became riddled with holes under the impact of the sword energy, as if pierced by countless spikes. Then, they shattered one after another in a series of violent explosions and turned into flying dust.

At that moment, the entire space seemed to be illuminated by the golden sword light, and the shocking power made the surrounding air tremble.

Meng Jin's attack not only shattered the tentacle monster's offensive, but also shattered the shackles of fear. His bravery and determination were fully demonstrated at this moment.

Meng Jin turned around slowly, as if every movement was a fight against the strange Bai Lu behind him. His eyes were firm and full of determination.

His footsteps were powerful and determined. Every step he took broke through the entanglement of the fog and sprinted towards the unknown front.

It was a brave posture of breaking free from bondage and pursuing freedom. His figure drew a tough arc in the white dew.

Finally, he broke out of the suffocating white dew, like a phoenix reborn from the chaos.

When he stepped onto the area above the white mist, a completely new breath came over him, fresh and mysterious.

He raised his head, his eyes penetrating the fog, and saw the big ship floating on the top of the clouds. It was like an isolated island in the sky, quietly waiting for his return.

That big ship is ancient and solemn. Its existence itself is a legend. The hull is mottled by the wear and tear of time, but it still exudes a breath of perseverance.

Meng Jin's heartbeat quickened, but his steps never stopped as he moved closer, step by step, like a pilgrim walking towards the holy place in his heart.

He stood beside the big ship again, and that familiar feeling surged over him like a tide, and all his fatigue and tiredness were washed away at this moment.

Meng Jin seemed to be integrated with the world, and his figure was particularly eye-catching in the afterglow of the setting sun. He took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, his eyes as firm as torches, as if he could see through the end of the sky.

He suddenly exerted force and pushed the deck of the boat with his feet. The wooden deck creaked in protest under the huge force, as if foreshadowing that a magnificent leap was about to take place.

Meng Jin's body shot up into the air like an arrow from a bow. His sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a flag fluttering in the wind, showing his determination and courage.

His figure drew a graceful arc in the air, like a meteor crossing the sky, sprinting towards the endless blue sky.

The sunlight cast a golden glow on him, making him look like a hero in mythology, transcending the mortal world to challenge the unknown.

The moment he jumped off the deck, Meng Jin's heart was filled with a desire for freedom and a love of adventure. Every breath he took and every heartbeat he had was injecting strength into this leap.

Meng Jin slowly raised his eyes, and what came into view was a vivid picture.

On the deck, the tall black-haired man was Edward. Every strand of his hair trembled slightly in the sea breeze, as if telling an endless story.

His eyes were as deep as the night, revealing an indescribable tenacity and wisdom, making him instantly recognizable as the legendary adventurer.

Standing next to him was the old man with a head full of silver hair—Ximen Yue. Time had left traces on his face, but it could not erase the sharp light flashing in his eyes.

His existence is like a lighthouse that has weathered wind and rain, standing steadily and guiding the way.

Wang Wu stood quietly behind the two protagonists. Although his figure was low-key, his restrained majesty could not be ignored, as if he was an invisible pillar on the deck.

Meng Jin moved forward steadily, his steps firm and resolute, as if every step was stepping on an invisible melody.

He came in front of the three people, his eyes flashing with determination, and said in a deep voice: "We are now in a vast white fog. Everything around us has been swallowed by this boundless fog, leaving only vague outlines and misty phantoms."

He raised his hand and pointed downwards. There was the thick earth, distant and solid, like a silent giant lying quietly under the clouds.

"We are like walking on a stage in the sky, held up by the clouds, suspended between heaven and earth," Meng Jin said with a hint of wonder and urgency, "but this is not our destination, we cannot stay here for long. We must find a way out, break free from this sea of ​​clouds, return to the familiar land, and let the solid ground support our footsteps again."