The Great Dream God

There was another old man with a solemn face and deep eyes. His gestures exuded an awe-inspiring aura. He said confidently: "The current situation is unpredictable and treacherous. We must not go out rashly. We should stay in the Senate to protect ourselves. This is a wise move. We should wait and see the situation of the struggle between the parties. When both sides are defeated, we can seize the opportunity to seek the greatest benefit. In this way, we can seek a glimmer of hope and keep ourselves safe in this turbulent world." His voice was low and powerful, echoing in this empty hall, as if it was the echo of history, containing endless wisdom and strategy.

They really wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers, knowing that when two tigers fight, one will definitely get hurt. When that time comes, they can be like a mantis catching a cicada, while they themselves are the oriole behind, waiting for the opportunity to move and reap the benefits! Such planning fully demonstrates their profound wisdom. They are like wise men hiding in the dark, waiting for the best opportunity to come. In this seemingly chaotic fight, they have a clear mind and sharp eyes, accurately grasping the development of the situation. Their wisdom is like a bright star, shining a unique light in this complex world, guiding them to the final victory. Their thoughts are like a fine spider web, intertwined with countless strategies and calculations. Every detail is carefully carved by them, and every possibility is fully considered by them. They are like owls in the dark, quietly waiting for the appearance of prey. Once the time is right, they will attack without hesitation and seize the fruits of victory with thunder and lightning.

At the same time, Princess Ziyang moved lightly, and her light steps were like a dancing butterfly, moving slowly forward. Her figure was graceful, like a fairy descending to the earth, and every movement was full of elegance and noble temperament. She was wearing a gorgeous long dress, and the hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind, like a blooming flower, exuding a charming fragrance. Her face was beautiful, her skin was like snow, her eyes were like stars, her eyebrows were like distant black, and her lips were like cherries. Her stunning appearance was enough to make everything in the world pale in comparison. She resolutely left the solemn and solemn Senate and marched firmly towards the direction of the Forbidden Spell Tower. Her eyes were full of determination and resolution, as if no force could stop her.

Somewhere in the dark, she keenly felt the majestic aura emanating from Zhang Tianlong. That aura was like a surging wave, filling the entire space, making people feel an irresistible force. Zhang Tianlong, this brave and fearless warrior, his aura was like a burning flame, hot and strong. His figure was tall and mighty, like an insurmountable mountain. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he could penetrate all the fog and see the essence of things. He exuded an unparalleled confidence and majesty, which made people couldn't help but be impressed.

Zhang Tianlong did not deliberately hide his powerful aura, as if to announce his fearlessness and confidence to the world. He stood there like a god of war, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. His muscles were taut, his lines were clear, and he contained endless power. In his hand, he held a huge sword, the blade flashed with cold light, as if it could cut off all obstacles. His eyes were full of desire to fight, and he was eager to show his strength and prove his worth in this upcoming battle.

The place where the forbidden spell tower was located seemed to be the place where fate decided, destined to become the sacred battlefield for their peak decisive battle! The tower was towering into the clouds, and the tower body was covered with mysterious runes and patterns, exuding an ancient and powerful atmosphere. The tower was surrounded by a layer of faint light, as if it was a protective shield, isolating everything in the tower from the outside world. This was the source of power, the intersection of fate, and the key place to determine victory or defeat.

On the other side, the corners of Qingniao's mouth slightly raised, outlining a contemptuous arc. His eyes revealed a resolute color without any concealment, which was a firm belief in victory and a disdain for the enemy. He said in a high-pitched voice, "With the help of these strong men behind us, we will be able to completely wipe out Zhang Tianlong like an ant!" His voice was like a huge bell, resounding, as if it contained endless and magnificent power, shocking people. His words were full of confidence and arrogance, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Hearing this, Princess Ziyang nodded slightly, and a look of determination flashed across her stunningly beautiful face. Her eyes were filled with a desire for victory and expectations for the future. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that the warriors behind her would be able to become a powerful helper for them to seize the initiative in the fierce battle that was about to begin, lead them to the dawn of victory, and let the light of glory illuminate their way forward. Her heart was full of faith, and she believed that with their joint efforts, they would be able to overcome all difficulties and achieve the final victory.

The bleak autumn wind blew mercilessly through the empty and lonely streets, making a humming sound, as if the earth was crying. The trees on both sides of the street rustled in the autumn wind, and the fallen leaves fluttered down like a golden rain. Under the mysterious and majestic forbidden spell tower, Zhang Tianlong and Meng Jin were wearing heavy and solid armor, and the complex patterns on the armor flashed with a bone-chilling cold light. The armor was made of fine steel, extremely strong, and able to withstand the enemy's fierce attacks. The patterns on the armor were exquisite and complex, like a mysterious pattern, containing endless power.

They held the sharp swords tightly in their hands, and the swords emitted a chilling cold light, just like the bright and dazzling stars in the dark night. The swords were their weapons, their lives, and the symbol of their battle. The swords were slender and sharp, and the hilts were inlaid with gems, shining with dazzling light. Their faces were heavy and solemn, ready for battle, and their eyes were full of determination. They faced the Ziyang County Lord and the Qingque people who were rolling in like a surging tide with a fearless attitude. The majestic momentum seemed to swallow up the entire world mercilessly, making people feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

Princess Ziyang led the Qingque tribe and marched towards the Forbidden Spell Tower. Their figures looked particularly tall in the afterglow of the setting sun, and their footsteps shook the earth like war drums. Princess Ziyang walked at the front of the team, her eyes full of majesty and confidence. Behind her was a group of brave and fearless warriors, all of them strong and sturdy, with firm eyes and various weapons in their hands, ready to meet the upcoming battle.

When they arrived at the bottom of the Forbidden Spell Tower, Zhang Tianlong and Meng Jin went forward fearlessly. Their eyes met in the air, as if countless sparks were ignited.