The Great Dream God

At this critical moment, Meng Jin showed his strong willpower and excellent fighting skills. He used the [Dream Skill: Mirror Copy], and countless lights appeared around his body. Those lights were like bright stars, shining with brilliant colors. These lights quickly condensed into a field that was exactly the same as Qingfeng's Tai Chi field. That field was like a mirror, reflecting the light of Qingfeng's Tai Chi field, but with Meng Jin's unique aura.

The two Tai Chi realms collided with each other, generating a huge energy fluctuation. The fluctuation spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami. Wherever it went, everything was destroyed and turned into ruins. The earth was shaking, the sky was wailing, and the whole world seemed to be in a panic of doomsday. The energy fluctuation was like a destructive storm, sweeping everything and destroying everything.

Both of them were instantly seriously injured. Their bodies were like broken porcelain, covered with countless cracks. Blood continued to flow from their wounds, like red streams, dyeing the earth red. The blood flowed like a river, telling the cruelty and pain of war. Their eyes were still full of indomitable spirit and tenacity, as if telling of their desire for victory. The eyes burned like flames, never extinguished.

The battlefield was filled with gunpowder and blood, and that smell was like a thick haze, covering the entire battlefield. The gunpowder smoke was so thick that people couldn't see the road ahead, as if the world was in chaos. The bloody smell was so suffocating like poison gas that people's souls were trembling. In this ruin, only Meng Jin and Qing Feng's tenacious figures were still standing.

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In the southern part of Wolongyuan, the small mountain camp hidden in the deep and quiet realm is like a tranquil painting of transcendence, leisurely spreading on the vast land. Here, the mountains are stacked up and surrounded by swaying green shadows, as if the magical painter of nature has devoted all his efforts to draw a masterpiece. Around the camp, ancient trees stand tall, with lush branches and leaves. The sunlight shines through the cracks in the leaves, like golden filaments, forming mottled light and shadows, like fine gold sand, adding a bit of mysterious color to this land, making it look more dreamlike.

However, at this moment, this originally peaceful and peaceful land was ruthlessly torn apart by a tense atmosphere, just like a shocking crack suddenly appeared on a flawless jade, which made people feel heartbroken and sigh.

Meng Jin and Qing Feng stood facing each other, the air between them seemed to solidify into a rock-hard substance, the tense atmosphere of confrontation was like a thick haze, pressing down heavily, almost suffocating people. Everything around seemed to fall into a strange silence, everything was silent, only their breathing and heartbeats were particularly clear in this dead silence, as heavy and rapid as drumbeats. Meng Jin's eyes revealed firmness and determination, he tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, his knuckles turned white due to the force, the sword seemed to carry his last hope and belief. Qing Feng's face was cold, like an ice sculpture, with a trace of imperceptible worry in his eyes, that worry was like the water in a deep pool, deep and distant. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, standing proudly, but revealing a vigilance ready to meet challenges at any time, like a cheetah ready to go.

At this critical moment of stalemate, Qingyue, like a surging and unstoppable violent storm, led a group of masters of the family and swept in with overwhelming force. In an instant, the whole camp was shrouded in an extremely tense and murderous atmosphere, as if even the air became heavy as lead, making it difficult to breathe, as if they were in an invisible cage. Qingyue rode a black horse, the horse's hair was as black as ink, shiny, like the incarnation of the night. When the four hooves flew, bursts of dust were raised, like smoke and fog, spreading. Qingyue himself was wearing a black brocade robe with golden patterns embroidered on it. The patterns were winding and tortuous, like a circling dragon, showing his dignity and majesty. His eyes were cold and sharp, like a sword unsheathed, flashing with cold light, making people shudder, as if being touched by his eyes would be instantly penetrated.

The masters led by Qingyue all had icy eyes, and their imposing aura was as real as substance, as if it could freeze a person's soul instantly. Like a surging tide, they launched a fierce attack on Mengjin, and their surging momentum seemed to devour everything in the world without leaving a trace. These masters were dressed in uniform black tights, which fit their bodies well, highlighting their strong physiques and agile postures. They wore swords with cold gleams on their waists, which reflected a cold light under the sunlight, which was frightening. Their movements were uniform, like a group of well-trained wild wolves, with steady steps, fierce momentum, and a frightening aura.

Meng Jin looked at the group of enemies in front of him, who were as fierce as wolves and tigers. The dense figures kept coming like a dark tide, and a wave of despair surged in his heart. In his eyes, these enemies seemed to be demons from hell, carrying endless fear and destructive power. He deeply felt that he was so small and powerless in front of this powerful force, like a drop in the ocean, insignificant. Those hideous faces and those pairs of murderous eyes made his heart beat like a drum, rapid and panic, and cold sweat slid down his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes. The idea of ​​escaping sprouted in his heart involuntarily, like weeds in the wilderness, growing wildly and difficult to contain.

At this time, Qingyue showed a cunning and sinister smile on his face. That smile was like a ghost in the night, exuding a chilling breath. He threatened Xu Xiaofeng and Lisa, two of Meng Jin's close friends. His vicious eyes seemed to pierce Meng Jin's soul, making him fall into endless pain and despair. He shouted loudly: "Meng Jin, if you dare to escape, I will kill these two people immediately!" His voice echoed in the camp like thunder, with endless threats and intimidation. Every word was like a sharp thorn, deeply piercing Meng Jin's heart, making him miserable and heartbroken. Hearing this, Meng Jin's heart suddenly tightened, as if an invisible big hand tightly grasped his heart, making him almost unable to breathe.