The Great Dream God

His eyes were as cold as ice, and his expression was solemn and majestic, as if everything in the world was under his control. Slowly, he raised his slender and powerful hand, and a mysterious cube quietly emerged between his waves.

The cube flashed with a strange and brilliant light, dazzling and dazzling, just like a bright star falling from the sky to the earth. The light was overflowing, illuminating everything around, and Shangguan Ying and the blue bird were instantly trapped in it, as if they were trapped in a cage that could not be escaped.

"Meng Jin, you despicable villain, how dare you frame us!" Shangguan Ying was furious. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, like an enraged lion roaring.

Meng Jin sneered, and his laugh was full of ridicule and disdain. He slowly said: "Shangguan Ying, today is the day you die!" His words were cold and resolute, as if they were a judgment from hell.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jin used his unique skill - absolute zero. Instantly, an extremely cold breath filled the air, and countless sharp blades made of ice appeared in the cold air. These sharp blades flashed with cold light, pouring down like a rainstorm, with endless chill, stabbing towards Shangguan Ying and Qingniao. The cold breath seemed to be a call from hell, which made people shudder. Each sharp blade contained a deadly force, as if to freeze all life at this moment.

"Ah!" Bluebird roared, his voice full of tenacious will and unyielding spirit. With his tenacious willpower, he struggled desperately, trying to break free from the bondage. With his efforts, the seemingly indestructible bondage finally loosened a little. Bluebird took the opportunity to break free with all his strength. Although his body was seriously injured, his eyes still flashed with a determined light. He dragged his seriously injured body and flew away like a kite with a broken string. His figure drew an arc in the sky and soon disappeared into the horizon.

"Want to run? That's not that easy!" Meng Jin looked at the direction where the blue bird was going with cold eyes and snorted. His eyes revealed a determined killing intent, as if he would not let the blue bird go no matter where it fled to.

Shangguan Ying, however, was not so lucky. He was hit directly by this powerful force, and his body was instantly riddled with holes. He fell to the ground, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness. His lips trembled slightly, and he murmured, "I... I am unwilling..." His voice was weak and desperate, as if it was the last struggle of his life.

Meng Jin looked at Shangguan Ying's body and said coldly: "This is the end of going against me!" There was no mercy in his words, only cold determination.

After dealing with Shangguan Ying and Qingniao, Meng Jin led his soldiers, like a group of brave and fearless lions, to march towards Wolong City. Their morale was high, and their steps were firm and powerful, as if the earth was shaking under their feet. Their shouts and cries of killing shook the earth, like thunder echoing in the valley.

"Brothers, charge!" Meng Jin shouted loudly. His voice was loud and passionate, full of fighting enthusiasm and determination.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers responded in unison. Their voices were like a raging torrent, breaking through all obstacles. Their eyes were burning with the flames of battle, and their hearts were filled with the belief of victory. They rushed towards Wolong City with an unstoppable force, as if they were going to completely destroy the city.

The city wall seemed vulnerable to their attack. The soldiers' attack was as fierce as a storm, and the city wall was broken in an instant, like paper. Broken stones flew everywhere, raising a cloud of dust.

Soldiers poured into the city like a tide, and wherever they went, smoke filled the air and flames shot up into the sky. The flames swayed in the wind, like a devil's dance, devouring everything.

"Burn them! Kill them!" Meng Jin ordered loudly. His voice was full of coldness and ruthlessness, as if all the lives in this city had nothing to do with him.

"Yes!" After receiving the order, the soldiers launched an even more frantic attack. They had only one belief in their hearts, and that was victory. They wreaked havoc in the city, houses collapsed, people fled everywhere, cries and shouts intertwined, forming a picture of hell on earth.

Meng Jin stood on the tower and shouted loudly: "I am the general who was sent by heaven to fight against the rebellion. Today, I lead the army of justice to fight against the rebels, to rectify the government and bring peace to the people of the world! I regard Zhang Tianlong as the orthodox emperor. Why don't you surrender quickly!" His voice was loud and firm, like a huge bell, echoing over the entire Wolong City. His words were full of majesty and power, as if they were the will of heaven.

The people in the city watched all this in horror, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness. They didn't know what their fate would be, and could only tremble in the flames of war.

At this time, an old man came out. His steps were unsteady, and his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and helplessness. He said: "General, we are all innocent people, please let us go!" His voice was full of pleading, which made people feel pity.

Meng Jin looked at the old man, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but was soon replaced by determination. He said: "As long as you obey the will of heaven, this general will naturally not embarrass you." Although his words were cold, they also gave the people a glimmer of hope.

The old man nodded quickly and said, "Thank you, General!" His voice was full of gratitude, as if he had been given a chance to be reborn.

Meng Jin's move made the other city lords of Wolongyuan stop interfering in this incident. They knew that Meng Jin was powerful, and he was justified in claiming that Zhang Tianlong was the orthodox emperor. If they acted rashly, they would only bring disaster upon themselves.

In a gorgeously decorated room, several city lords were sitting together, discussing the current situation. A heavy atmosphere filled the room, and everyone's face was filled with worry and uneasiness.

"Mengjin is coming with such force, what should we do?" a city lord said worriedly. His eyes were full of anxiety, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper.

"He regards Zhang Tianlong as the legitimate emperor. If we oppose it, we will be enemies of the court." Another city lord said. His voice was low and heavy, as if he was thinking about the interests involved.

"Are we just going to sit back and do nothing?" A young city lord said excitedly. His eyes were filled with reluctance, as if he was unwilling to give in so easily.

"The current situation is not favorable to us. Let's go to this person first and wait and see for a while." An elderly city lord said slowly. His eyes revealed a deep wisdom, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

In this way, the situation in Wolongyuan was initially stabilized. Mengjin's name also spread throughout the land. People were both in awe and fear of him, and his deeds became legends among people. His majesty stood like a mountain, making people daunted; his power was as turbulent as a flood, making people unable to resist. In people's hearts, Mengjin became an insurmountable existence, a symbol of power and majesty.