The Great Dream God

On the battlefield filled with flames and smoke, the shouts of killing were like surging waves, and the clash of weapons was like dull thunder. The two intertwined together, like a thrilling death movement, resounding on this land full of blood and killing. Meng Jin stood proudly in the center of the battlefield like an unshakable statue of the god of war. His body was as strong as steel, and he exuded a fearless light. The light was so dazzling that it seemed to penetrate the smoke and illuminate the entire battlefield like daylight.

"Brothers, follow me and charge!" Meng Jin raised his sword and shouted. His voice was as loud as a bell, containing endless power and majesty. On this noisy and chaotic battlefield, it was clearly heard by every soldier, like an exciting war song, igniting the blood and fighting spirit in everyone's hearts.

"Kill!" The soldiers shouted in unison. Their voices gathered together, like a surging torrent, rushing towards the enemy with overwhelming force. Meng Jin led his team of soldiers as resolute as steel and continued to fight bravely. Their eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, a belief that they would never give up, as if nothing in the world could stop them from moving forward.

"Everyone, work harder, victory is just around the corner!" Meng Jin swung his sword, the shadows of the sword intersecting like lightning, slashing down enemies one after another, while loudly encouraging morale. His posture was as agile as a dragon, and every movement was full of power and majesty, which made people afraid.

"Yes, General!" The soldiers responded, their fighting spirit was even higher, and they swung their weapons more fiercely. The shining cold light, like the bright stars in the night sky, illuminated the dark battlefield.

After a thrilling, bloody battle, the battlefield was littered with corpses and rivers of blood. However, with their tenacious fighting spirit and excellent strategy, they finally succeeded in taking Wolongyuan.

"We won!" The soldiers cheered, their faces filled with the joy of victory. It was a joy that came from the heart, like flowers blooming in spring, brilliant and moving.

Meng Jin looked at the excited soldiers and smiled with satisfaction. That smile was as warm as the sun, dispelling the fatigue and haze in everyone's hearts. "Brothers, our journey is not over yet, the next goal is ahead!" His eyes were like a burning torch, firmly cast into the distance, where was their new journey and the direction they were chasing for glory.

The soldiers fell silent, and their eyes were once again filled with fighting spirit. It was an unyielding spirit, a belief that they would never give up, like a blazing fire, hot and firm.

"Let's go!" Meng Jin gave the order, and the soldiers continued to move forward with steady and powerful steps. Their footsteps were like the roar of war drums, shaking the earth, and they bravely moved forward towards the unknown.

Behind Wolongyuan is a vast plain with fertile fields. This plain is like a magnificent and stunning painting, slowly unfolding before everyone's eyes. The fertile land shines with mysterious light like a black gem; the rolling wheat waves are like the golden ocean, rising and falling, and like the gorgeous clouds in the sky drifting down to the world, which is beautiful. The breeze blows gently, and the wheat waves make a rustling sound, as if it is a magnificent movement played by nature, full of the rhythm and vitality of life. The sound is like the sound of nature, which makes people intoxicated and forget all the troubles and fatigue in the world.

"Wow, this scenery is so beautiful!" Xu Xiaofeng couldn't help but exclaimed. Her eyes were full of amazement and praise, as if she was conquered by this beautiful scenery.

"Yes, this land is really fertile," Lisa agreed, with a happy smile on her face, which was her love and praise for this land.

"This is a gift from Mother Earth, we must cherish it." Meng Jin looked at the plain with deep emotion. His eyes revealed a kind of awe and cherishment, as if this land was the most precious treasure in the world.

The breeze blows gently, and the wheat waves surge like the golden ocean. Under the sunshine, the wheat waves shine brightly, like strings of golden pearls, scattered on this vast land. It is also like the gorgeous clouds in the sky drifting down to the world, which is beautiful. The clouds are as beautiful as a dream, colorful, and make people feel like they are in a fairyland.

The rustling sound of wheat waves is like a magnificent movement played by nature, full of the rhythm and vitality of life. The sound is like the gurgling of water, clear and pleasant; it is also like the whistling of the wind, majestic and magnificent. This sound seems to be telling the story of the earth and the miracle of life.

"Listen, the sound of the wheat waves is so beautiful." Lisa closed her eyes and listened quietly. Her face was filled with a happy smile, as if she was immersed in a beautiful dream.

"This is the song of nature, and it is also the driving force for us to move forward," said Meng Jin. His eyes were full of firm belief, as if the sound of the wheat waves gave him infinite strength.

Passing through the vast plains that are like a poetic painting, the beauty is so perfect that it makes people intoxicated and fascinated, like a dream, immersing people in endless beauty. On the plains, there are flowers blooming, green grass, and the breeze blows, and the flowers and grass sway, like a beautiful tapestry woven by the skillful hands of nature.

Passing this plain, a majestic, towering, and imposing pass stands proudly in front of you like a giant. The pass is tall and steep, reaching into the sky, as if it is about to connect with the sky, giving people an indescribable feeling of endless oppression. The stone of the pass is as hard as iron, and after years of baptism, it is more vicissitudes and majesty. Its walls are thousands of feet high, like a natural barrier, guarding this land.

Around this majestic pass, there is a city of great scale, extraordinary momentum, and solemn majesty, which is called Yinyang City. The city walls are tall, thick, and indestructible, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if telling the glory and honor of the past. The buildings in the city are scattered and well-arranged, with unique styles, pavilions, towers, carved beams and painted buildings, showing the former prosperity and prosperity. The flying eaves and brackets are like birds spreading their wings to fly, smart and beautiful; the vermilion doors and windows are bright and eye-catching, like blooming flowers.

However, at this moment, Yinyang City seems particularly lonely, the streets are empty and silent, as if the whole city is immersed in a deep silence. The hustle and bustle of the past no longer exist, leaving only a deserted and bleak scene. The streets that were once crowded with people are now covered with dust, and the wind blows through the desolate area. This city seems to be gradually falling asleep in the torrent of time.