The Great Dream God

In the mountains and forests, Mengjin is like a bright and shining star, emitting dazzling light. In this mountain forest, ancient trees are towering, and the branches and leaves are intertwined, forming a vast green ocean. The sunlight struggles to penetrate the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of dreamy color to this mysterious mountain forest.

Meng Jin stood there quietly, his eyes as cold as frost, chilling to the bone, like a bottomless, cold and gloomy pool of water, deep and mysterious, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world. His eyes revealed a kind of coldness and majesty, just like a biting cold wind, which made people shudder.

In front of him stood the man in black robe and Edward. The figure of the man in black robe seemed a little blurry in the dim light, and he exuded a mysterious aura that was hard to fathom. Edward tightly grasped the cold and sharp blade in his hand, and the cold light on the blade flickered like the eyes of the god of death, cold and ruthless.

Meng Jin looked at them coldly, his voice like the cold wind from hell, and asked coldly: "Why did you come here?"

The man in black robes remained silent, his eyes showing a hint of fear, but more of determination. He secretly clenched his fists, as if gathering some kind of strength.

Edward gritted his teeth and said: "Meng Jin, you are a devilish slave owner who restricts other people's freedom! The crimes you have committed are unforgivable!" There were flames of anger burning in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn Meng Jin to death.

Meng Jin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile: "Crime? Humph, in this world, the strong are respected, this is the truth!" His tone was full of arrogance and conceit.

Edward roared angrily: "Is your so-called truth to kill innocent people at will?" His voice echoed in the mountains and forests, carrying endless grief and indignation.

Meng Jin's eyes became even colder: "Innocent? In this world where the strong prey on the weak, there is no such thing as innocence. Only the strong can survive." His words were like a sharp sword, piercing Edward's heart.

At this time, Meng Jin was filled with a powerful and mysterious aura, as if a demon from ancient times had descended upon the world. The overwhelming pressure poured out like a surging tide, making people tremble with fear.

He slowly raised his hand, and an extremely evil force gathered in his hand. "Nightmare Invasion!" he whispered.

This force was like a surging, unstoppable black tide, rushing towards the man in black and Edward with overwhelming momentum.

In an instant, the world seemed to be completely enveloped by this dark force, and the entire world seemed to be plunged into endless darkness. The darkness was like thick ink, spreading rapidly, swallowing up everything, making people feel as if they were in the abyss of darkness, unable to escape.

The man in black and Edward were instantly drawn into the endless abyss of nightmare.

In the nightmare of the man in black robe, an extremely horrifying scene was shown. The scene was like a painting from hell, which made people shudder and their souls tremble.

In the picture, a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere permeated, and the surrounding scenes were distorted, as if it was a devil's prank. In the darkness, there were faint bursts of strange sounds, like the crying of wronged souls, and like the devil's crazy laughter, which made people's scalps numb.

The man in black robe looked at everything in front of him in horror. He tried to struggle, but found that he couldn't move at all. His voice trembled: "This...where is this place?"

In this atmosphere of terror as thick as ink, the man in black robe seemed to be in an endless dark abyss, his heart tightly entangled with fear and despair. He looked at the horrifying scene with horror, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Edward held the cold, sharp blade in his hand. The cold light on the blade was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, but it carried a cold and ruthless aura. The blade was like a magic weapon from the abyss of the underworld, emitting a frightening chill that seemed to freeze a person's soul.

Edward's eyes were cold and cruel, like a mad beast that had lost its mind. There was no humanity or warmth in his eyes, only endless madness and killing. He wielded the blade in his hand without mercy, ruthlessly killing his relatives. His movements were crazy and resolute. Every time he swung the blade, it created an icy arc, which was like the trajectory of death, ruthlessly crossing the air, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart.

"No!" The man in black robe shouted desperately, his voice seemed so small and weak in this dark world. The voice seemed to be a desperate cry from the depths of the soul, but it was swallowed up by the terrifying atmosphere and it was almost impossible to hear a sound. "Edward, how could you do this?" His voice was full of disbelief and painful questioning, which was despair of human nature and unwillingness to accept fate.

His voice was like a faint candlelight in this dark world, swaying in the wind and could go out at any time. However, this weak voice could not stop Edward's crazy actions. His actions did not stop at all, as if he had completely fallen into the abyss of madness and could not extricate himself.

Edward's movements were frantic and resolute. Every time he swung his knife, it drew a cold arc. That arc was like a cold moonlight, sprinkled on this bloody battlefield, but it did not bring a trace of warmth, only endless coldness and death. The sharp blade passed through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was the horn of death, announcing the end of the lives of his loved ones.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all around like blooming flowers of death. The color of the blood was as bright as a burning flame, yet it exuded a cold breath. It was a strange beauty, a terrifying horror that made people shudder. Every drop of blood seemed to be the cry of a soul, telling of endless pain and despair.

The cries of pain from the relatives were like sharp daggers, piercing the heart of the man in black robe. The cries were full of despair and fear, as if they were wails from hell. Every cry was like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of the man in black robe hard, causing him to suffer endless pain and torture.

"Why? Edward, why did you do this?" The man in black robe burst into tears, his eyes filled with pain and despair. Tears continued to flow from his eyes, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the bloody land. His voice had become hoarse, which was caused by excessive sadness and despair.