The Great Dream God

The moment Shangguan Ying saw this man, it was as if a thunderclap exploded in his heart, and a surge of indescribable irritability suddenly surged in his heart. That irritability, like surging waves, continued to hit his inner defenses, almost breaking them down. In his eyes, the appearance of the blue bird was undoubtedly a violent attack on the power in his hands, just like an insatiable vulture, arrogantly trying to share the prey he regarded as a treasure.

The alertness in his eyes was like a dense dark cloud, weighing heavily on his eyes, making people shudder. The dark cloud seemed to contain an endless storm that could erupt at any time and swallow everything. The dissatisfaction was like a blazing flame, hot and violent, as if it wanted to burn everything in front of it to ashes. The extremely cold eyes were like the bone-chilling cold wind in winter, carrying endless chill, and everything was frozen wherever it went. He stared at the blue bird without any warmth, as if he wanted to use this cold eyes to freeze the other party firmly in place, making the other party unable to move at all under this cold gaze.

The bluebird looked down at Shangguan Ying with an arrogant and conceited attitude. Deep in his heart, Shangguan Ying was just a narrow-minded and short-sighted country bumpkin. Compared with such a talented person like him, there was a world of difference. His eyes were full of undisguised contempt and arrogance, and that expression seemed to silently declare that in his eyes, Shangguan Ying was just an insignificant and vulnerable little bug. He only needed to raise his foot and step on it slightly to turn Shangguan Ying into powder. His eyes were like an extremely sharp sword, flashing with cold light, as if to completely cut off Shangguan Ying's self-esteem, making him lose face in front of everyone and feel ashamed. The coldness in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze people's souls, making people dare not look at him.

Meng Jin experienced countless hardships and obstacles, which were like towering mountains, standing in front of him. However, he relied on his tenacious will and unyielding spirit to climb up and break through one difficulty after another. The difficulties were like invisible giant nets that tried to bind him, but he tore them apart one by one with fearless courage and firm belief. Finally, he successfully escaped from the scope of Wolong City.

Afterwards, he led the wounded and exhausted remnant army to the camp with great difficulty. The camp was filled with a heavy and depressing atmosphere, which was like a thick fog that enveloped everyone and made people feel almost suffocated. The tiredness and loss were like a thick gloom, weighing heavily on everyone's heart. The gloom was like a heavy mountain, making it hard for people to breathe.

However, Meng Jin's eyes still shone with an unwavering light, which was like a lighthouse shining in the dark night, illuminating the way forward for everyone. The lighthouse, towering into the clouds, radiating light, brought a glimmer of hope to people in this dark moment. Although the glimmer was weak, it contained endless power, as if it could penetrate the heavy fog and lead people to the light.

In order to seize the initiative and gain an advantage in the subsequent battles, Meng Jin resolutely decided to fight with his back to the wall and fight hard. His resolute eyes revealed a fearless courage and determination to burn his boats. He chose to merge the Supreme Order without hesitation and activate the mysterious and powerful Supreme Mode. This was undoubtedly a thrilling gamble, but it was also his only way out in a desperate situation and his only hope for victory.

In the process of integrating the Supreme Order, Meng Jin deeply felt an unprecedented powerful and mysterious force. That power is like a vast and unfathomable universe, and its depth and endlessness can't help but shock people and make them feel awe. The universe is vast and boundless, full of endless mysteries and unknowns, which makes people daunted. The air around seems to be affected by this power and becomes extremely heavy, as if it is under tremendous pressure, making it extremely difficult for people to breathe. That pressure, like towering mountains, presses on people's hearts, making people feel extremely heavy.

Countless bright and dazzling lights surrounded him. The light was like a gorgeous and wonderful galaxy, shining with charming brilliance, making everything around him as beautiful as a dream. The galaxy was dazzling and glittering, as if it was a treasure sprinkled by a fairy in the sky, making people dazzled. Each ray of light contained endless energy, as if it was going to light up the whole world and make it bloom with dazzling brilliance. The brilliance was like a round of blazing sun, shining brightly and illuminating the whole world. The light was sometimes soft like the bright moonlight, sprinkling a silvery white brilliance, making people intoxicated; sometimes it was dazzling like the blazing sun, blooming with a radiance that made people dare not look directly at it. The unpredictable light was like a colorful painting, which was amazing. The painting was colorful and beautiful, making people feel as if they were in a dreamlike world.

Gradually, Meng Jin seemed to step into a mysterious realm, a realm that only he could reach. In this realm, he comprehended the soul of the Ancient Wind Supreme. The power of that soul was like a clear, pure, continuous spring, slowly pouring into his body, nourishing his body and mind.

The energy was like a spring, crystal clear, sparkling, as if it contained the secrets and power of life. He felt the ancient and powerful force flowing through his body, like a surging river, full of endless vitality. The river was surging and majestic, as if it could destroy all obstacles.

This power greatly sublimated Meng Jin's body and mind. His soul seemed to have received a holy baptism at this moment, becoming purer, stronger, and emitting a radiant light. That light, like a bright lamp, illuminated his way forward, allowing him to continue exploring and moving forward in this mysterious realm.

At the same time, Meng Jin also successfully mastered an extremely powerful skill - Qian Xiangdong. The power of this skill is beyond imagination, and it seems to have the terrifying power to tear the void and destroy everything. When Meng Jin used this skill, the surrounding space began to distort violently, as if the whole world was controlled by him. The distorted space, like a huge mirror, was ruthlessly broken, and the fragments flew everywhere, making people feel an unspeakable fear. The powerful force made people stay away and terrified.

Ink-black cracks appeared in the space, as if they were wounds in the universe, emitting a creepy and terrifying atmosphere. The cracks were deep and dark, as if they could swallow up a person's soul. Meng Jin's figure appeared and disappeared in this twisted space, like a demon from ancient times, exuding majesty and mystery that people dared not look directly at. The demon was tall and majestic, making people tremble.

With the help of this powerful force, Meng Jin's strength has undergone earth-shaking changes. His aura has become extremely powerful, like a towering mountain that can only be looked up at, but difficult to cross. The mountain is majestic and magnificent, piercing the sky, as if it is the pillar between heaven and earth, which makes people feel extremely shocked. He successfully promoted to SS-level driver and became the object of everyone's admiration.

A powerful aura surrounded his body, and that aura was like a violent storm, sweeping everything away and destroying all obstacles. The storm was violent and fierce, as if it could overturn the whole world. Anyone facing such an aura would feel a deep fear and awe. The fear followed him like a shadow, making it impossible to escape; the awe came from the heart, making people want to surrender involuntarily and willing to kneel down at his feet.

Meng Jin stood upright in the center of the camp, his figure as tall and resolute as a pine tree, as firm and unwavering as steel. The pine tree stood proudly, fearless of wind and frost; the steel was incomparably hard and never yielded. The powerful aura emanating from him was like a surging torrent, making the soldiers around him feel an unprecedented hope and confidence. The torrent was surging and unstoppable, as if it could wash away all difficulties.