The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang was flying in the air, her figure was like a fairy descending from the world, graceful and elegant, quietly floating in the air outside the capital. She exuded an unparalleled aura of majesty, like an unattainable god above all things. Her gorgeous sleeves fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of otherworldly temperament. Her cold eyes looked down like a cold star, and Mengjin on the city wall instantly came into her sight.

Princess Ziyang said in a voice as cold as frost and chilling to the bone: "You ants, you want to stop me with your meager power? It is simply a pipe dream! I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise, you will die without a burial place, and your end will be miserable and embarrassing! The majesty of this princess is not something that ordinary people like you can offend!" Her words were like a biting cold wind, blowing through everyone's heart and making people shudder.

Hearing this, Meng Jin straightened his spine instantly, like a javelin that stood firm. He held his head high, his eyes revealed determination and fearlessness, and responded loudly like a bell: "If you want to take my life, then do it! Don't say anything roundabout to me, I have already put life and death aside and don't care! As a general, I would rather die than surrender, and I will never bow to you!" After saying this, Meng Jin suddenly raised the sword in his hand, and the sword flashed a cold light under the sunlight. He swung it vigorously, and in an instant, a white light as bright as a star burst out and rushed straight into the sky. This light was like a roaring dragon, with endless power and majesty, roaring towards Princess Ziyang, with an unstoppable momentum, as if to tear the world apart.

Seeing this, Princess Ziyang casually extended a finger. There was a loud "boom", as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting, and the whole space was shaking. The seemingly powerful shock wave was instantly turned into powder and dissipated into nothingness under the finger of Princess Ziyang. At the same time, a powerful force backfired, and Meng Jin was hit hard, and his body shook violently. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, without any blood, as if the breath of life was rapidly fading from his body.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, and the pain was like a tide that hit his nerves in waves. His throat felt sweet, and with a "puff" sound, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, drawing a sad arc in the air. His body could no longer support himself, his knees softened, and with a "bang", he knelt heavily on the ground. The hard ground raised a cloud of dust as his knees hit it.

Meng Jin raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of unyielding and stubbornness, staring at the high and mighty Princess Ziyang in front of him. There was no fear in his eyes, only anger towards the enemy and persistence in his own beliefs. However, before he opened his mouth, he heard two muffled "bangs", and his arms burst instantly. Blood spurted out in all directions like a fountain, dyeing the ground a bright red, shocking. The blood flashed a strange light in the sun, as if telling the cruelty of this battle.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, making people feel suffocated. Meng Jin's body kept shaking, but his eyes remained firm, as if he was declaring his unyielding will to Princess Ziyang. His clothes had long been stained with blood, and the torn strips of cloth fluttered in the wind, looking particularly desolate. But he still clenched his teeth and refused to make a sound of begging for mercy.

Princess Ziyang stood in mid-air, her sleeves fluttering, like a goddess from the sky descending to earth. On her beautiful face, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a cold and complacent smile, which seemed to contain endless chills, making people shudder. She opened her red lips and said slowly: "This is the power of the Supreme Order. The Supreme Order in the hands of this princess contains the explosive power of destroying the world, which can make everything in this princess' eyes turn into ashes in an instant!" Her voice was cold, like the water of a cold spring, echoing in the air, with an irresistible majesty.

Below Princess Ziyang, Meng Jin knelt on the ground, his arms broken, blood gushing out, staining the ground beneath him red. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes revealed an unyielding tenacity. However, at this moment, Meng Jin suddenly raised his head and a meaningful smile appeared on his face. That smile was like a ray of light in the darkness, although weak, it contained endless profound meaning. He slowly said: "You have fallen into the trap, Princess Ziyang!"

The next second, Princess Ziyang subconsciously blinked her eyes, but the scene in front of her shocked her. Meng Jin was standing there intact, his arms were still strong and powerful, with clear muscle lines, as if he contained endless power. There was not a trace of dust on his body, and his clothes were clean and new, as if the tragic scene just now had never happened. Princess Ziyang instantly realized that she had fallen into an illusion again!

Princess Ziyang was secretly shocked. Meng Jin's magic was so powerful that she fell for it repeatedly. Her eyes became colder and colder, like ice that had not melted for a thousand years. She secretly swore in her heart that she would make Meng Jin pay a heavy price for his actions. Her eyes, as bright as stars, flickered with angry flames, as if they wanted to burn the whole world to ashes.

At this time, Meng Jin still had that mysterious smile on his face, which seemed like an unsolvable puzzle that was hard to figure out. His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and confidence, as if he was announcing to Princess Ziyang that the contest had just begun. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding an unparalleled aura, as if he was the master of this world.

Princess Ziyang snorted coldly, and her aura suddenly exploded, and the air around her seemed to freeze. The Supreme Order in her hand shone with a dazzling light, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world. She shouted sternly: "Meng Jin, do you think you can escape the punishment of this princess with this mere illusion? It's wishful thinking!"

Meng Jin was not moved at all. He smiled calmly and said, "Princess Zi Yang, you are too confident. The exquisiteness of this illusion is beyond your imagination." His voice was calm and deep, but it contained a powerful force that made people involuntarily impressed.

Princess Zi Yang laughed out of anger and said, "Well, then I'd like to see how powerful your illusion is!" As she spoke, the Supreme Order in her hand shone brightly, and a powerful force surged out of it, sweeping towards Meng Jin.

Meng Jin's eyes focused, his hands quickly formed seals, and he muttered something. Suddenly, a layer of faint light appeared around him, covering him. The powerful force emitted by Princess Ziyang hit this layer of light, making a violent roar, but Meng Jin stood there unharmed, and the layer of light showed no sign of weakening.

Seeing this, Princess Ziyang became more and more angry. She once again increased the power of the Supreme Order in her hand, and the light became more and more dazzling, as if it would illuminate the entire world. However, Meng Jin's illusion was still indestructible, and he always maintained that mysterious smile, as if he was mocking Princess Ziyang's incompetence.