The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang stopped walking. Her frosty face was like the cold moon in the cold night, emitting a cold glow. Her eyes were as cold as the stars, deep and mysterious, quietly staring at the magnificent building in front of her. The faint disdain in her eyes seemed to be a silent challenge to the power represented by the building. She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, crisp and cold: "It is difficult to bring these old stubborn people to justice for the time being! After I kill Zhang Tianlong, I will return here and thoroughly settle all their crimes!" Every word was like a cold raindrop, hitting the ground, splashing pieces of coldness.

Hearing these words, a cold smile as cold as frost suddenly appeared on the face of the blue bird. Her laughter was like a sharp icicle, breaking the tranquility of the air: "They are just like cowards, without the courage to face our majesty. If you look closely, they are all like turtles who shrink back and stay in the solemn and dignified Senate, tightly closing the door. Even the little courage to step out of the door has disappeared without a trace!" Her voice was like a surging tide, overflowing with extremely strong sarcasm, and every note was full of contempt for the Senate.

Princess Ziyang led her followers and resolutely continued on their journey. Their figures were particularly eye-catching under the bright sunlight, like bright stars. The sunlight was like a golden veil, gently sprinkled on them, outlining their resolute outlines. Their steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to step on the strings of fate, playing an exciting melody. Those figures seemed to carry endless missions and perseverance, exuding a unique charm that was hard to ignore. Their figures cast long shadows under the sunlight, as if they were traces of history, witnessing their determination and courage.

Ahead of them, a thrilling and heart-shaking life-and-death battle is quietly waiting for them. The unknown wheel of fate seems to start turning slowly at this moment, with endless suspense and challenges. The air is filled with tension, like a powder keg ready to explode, which may burst out with amazing power at any time.

Above the sky of Kyoto, dark clouds gradually gathered like surging waves. The clouds were like an ink-stained scroll, rolling and surging, as if it was the beginning of the chaos of the universe. The edge of the clouds flickered with strange light, like lightning shuttling through the clouds, tearing the dark void. The dark tones, like a mysterious scroll, seemed to silently foreshadow that a violent storm was about to sweep in. The wind gradually rose, blowing people's hair and clothes, bringing a hint of coolness. The wind, like the breath of fate, gently caressing the world, but it also contained endless power.

The Forbidden Spell Tower stood there quietly like an ancient giant beast. Its majestic figure soared into the clouds, as if it was about to pierce the sky. The rocks of the tower were ancient and weathered, engraved with mysterious runes and patterns, exuding a creepy and terrifying atmosphere. The runes flashed with strange light, as if they were the eyes of a giant beast, staring at the world in the darkness. A layer of light mist permeated around the Forbidden Spell Tower, and the mist lingered around the tower like a veil, making the tower even more mysterious. It seemed to announce its majesty and mystery to the world.

Zhang Tianlong and Meng Jin stood solemnly under the tower, their eyes were firm and resolute, like two bright stars, shining in the darkness. Their postures were as straight as pine trees, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enemy. Zhang Tianlong's eyes revealed a deep determination, and his face was resolute, as if he was an unshakable mountain. Meng Jin's eyes were full of calmness and wisdom, and his eyes were like a sharp sword that could penetrate all the fog. They knew in their hearts that this upcoming battle was not only about the ups and downs of their personal fate, but also determined the future direction of the entire Kyoto. The heavy responsibility, like an invisible mountain, pressed on their shoulders, but there was no retreat or fear in their eyes, only the burning fighting spirit and determination. Their figures seemed particularly small under the shadow of the Forbidden Spell Tower, but their spirit was like a lighthouse, illuminating the dark road ahead.

The wind blew more and more fiercely, making Zhang Tianlong and Meng Jin's clothes rustle. Their hair fluttered in the wind like black flames. The tense atmosphere in the air became more and more intense, as if a storm was coming. Zhang Tianlong tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, feeling the cold touch of the hilt, and his heart was full of strength. Meng Jin stared quietly ahead, his eyes full of expectations for the future and desire for victory. They knew that this battle would be a tough contest, but they were ready to meet the challenge of fate.

In the distance, Princess Ziyang and her followers were moving quickly towards the Forbidden Spell Tower. Their footsteps echoed in the silent streets like the roar of war drums. Princess Ziyang's eyes flashed with determination, and her heart was full of confidence in victory. She knew that the road ahead was full of difficulties and obstacles, but she was not afraid. She believed that as long as she and her followers were united, they would be able to overcome all difficulties and achieve their goals.

As they continued to move forward, the Forbidden Spell Tower became clearer and clearer before their eyes. The ancient giant beast exuded a terrifying aura, but Princess Ziyang and her followers did not retreat at all. Their steps became more determined, their eyes became sharper, and their hearts were filled with courage and determination. They knew that this battle would be a decisive battle, and they had to go all out to win the final victory.

When Princess Ziyang and her followers finally arrived at the Forbidden Spell Tower, a trace of vigilance flashed in Zhang Tianlong and Meng Jin's eyes. The eyes of both sides met in the air, as if colliding with countless sparks. For a moment, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and a fierce battle was about to break out. Princess Ziyang looked at Zhang Tianlong and Meng Jin, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a contemptuous smile. She slowly drew out the sword at her waist, and the sword body flashed a cold light in the sun. Her voice was as cold as the wind: "Today is the day you die!" Zhang Tianlong and Meng Jin looked at each other, and then drew their weapons at the same time.