The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's eyes turned cold, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his cold star-like eyes. The eyes were icy and piercing, as if they could freeze everything. "What are you afraid of! We will definitely make it through!" His words were full of determination and courage, like a torch, igniting the hope in everyone's hearts.

He drew the sword from his waist without hesitation. The sword flashed with a cold light in the darkness, like a flash of lightning piercing the night sky. The patterns on the sword were like mysterious runes, exuding an ancient and powerful aura. The sword seemed to be longing for the nourishment of blood, eager to show its sharpness in battle.

Meng Jin's figure was as fast as lightning, and he shuttled through the zombies like a phantom. His figure was light and agile, like a dancing butterfly, but it contained endless power. He swung the sword in his hand, and the sword's momentum was extremely sharp, and each sword contained powerful power. The sword's momentum was like a violent storm, and like a surging wave, making it impossible to resist.

"Shua shua shua!" The sound of the sword rang out, crisp and harsh, as if announcing the coming of death. The sound echoed in the basement, inspiring people's hearts like a war drum.

The zombies' heads rolled down like ripe watermelons, and blood splattered everywhere, like blooming blood-red flowers, staining the ground red. The scene was as horrible as hell, and it was terrifying.

A thick layer of skulls soon piled up at Meng Jin's feet. The skulls looked hideous and frightening. But Meng Jin didn't care. He raised his foot and casually stepped on a severed head, then kicked it away like a football. His movements were natural and free, as if he was playing a cruel game.

Xu Xiaofeng was stunned, "Meng Jin, you are so awesome!" His voice was full of amazement and admiration.

While killing the enemies, Meng Jin said, "These guys are nothing but a mob!" His words were full of disdain and contempt.

Lisa was also encouraged by Meng Jin, "We can definitely get out!" Her voice was firm and powerful, full of hope for the future.

Under Meng Jin's fierce attack, the zombies gradually retreated like a tide. The three of them continued to move forward, their steps firm and persistent. However, they all knew that the road ahead was still full of unknown dangers and challenges. But they were not afraid, because they believed that as long as they united, they would be able to overcome all difficulties and walk out of this dark abyss.

The passage in the basement was narrow and dark, filled with a gloomy atmosphere. The water drops on the wall dripped down, making a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in this silent environment. The footsteps of the three people echoed in the passage, as if they were the only life in this darkness.

The sword in Meng Jin's hand was still flashing with cold light, and his eyes were vigilantly scanning the surroundings. Xu Xiaofeng followed closely behind him, holding a dagger in her hand, her body trembling slightly. Lisa silently chanted a spell, and the staff in her hand emitted a faint light, illuminating the way ahead for them.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew from the front, bringing with it a pungent smell. Meng Jin stopped and frowned.

"Be careful, there may be something more dangerous ahead." He whispered.

Xu Xiaofeng swallowed and asked nervously, "What could it be?"

Meng Jin did not answer, but walked forward cautiously. As they went deeper, the passage became narrower and narrower, and the air became more and more stuffy.

At this moment, a dark shadow passed over their heads, bringing with it a gust of wind. Lisa screamed, and the light of the staff in her hand instantly increased.

"What is that?" Xu Xiaofeng asked in horror.

Meng Jin's eyes narrowed, and he held the sword in front of him. "No matter what it is, we must be careful to deal with it."

Before he finished speaking, the shadow appeared again and rushed towards them. Meng Jin swung his sword without hesitation, and the sword and the shadow collided with each other, making a sharp friction sound. The shadow was repelled, but soon rushed again.

The three of them were caught in a fierce battle. The black shadow was extremely fast and hard to grasp. But Meng Jin, with his agility and superb swordsmanship, resolved the attacks of the black shadow again and again. Xu Xiaofeng was not to be outdone. He used the dagger in his hand to look for the flaws of the black shadow. Lisa continued to cast magic to provide them with support.

After a fierce battle, the shadow was finally defeated by them. It turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared into the air.

"Finally solved." Xu Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Meng Jin looked ahead, his eyes still full of vigilance, "This might be an evil spirit! The evil spirit that always held a sword when it was alive should be the soul of a swordsman transformed into an evil spirit! We can't take it lightly, we don't know what is waiting for us ahead."

They continued to move forward, and at the end of the passage, a stone door appeared. There were some strange symbols engraved on the stone door, which made people puzzled.

"What is this thing?" Meng Jin muttered to himself, his voice was particularly clear in this quiet space. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed deep doubts, as if he was trying to explore a long-hidden mystery. Xu Xiaofeng and Lisa behind him also showed puzzled expressions. On Xu Xiaofeng's beautiful face, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were full of confusion; Lisa bit her lower lip tightly, and her eyes showed a trace of worry.

Finally, Meng Jin came to the end of the darkness. There, a tightly closed door stood in front of him. The door was tall and heavy, like a towering mountain, giving people a heavy sense of oppression. The surface of the door was covered with traces of time, and the mottled lines seemed to be the brushstrokes of time, silently telling the story of the past. These lines were intricate, some like winding streams, some like circling dragons, and some like mysterious runes, which seemed to contain endless mysteries.

Meng Jin did not hesitate at all. He raised his fist, and a white light shone on his fist, like a bright sun. The light was dazzling, illuminating his resolute face, making him look like a god of war. His eyes burned with a determined flame, as if no force in the world could stop him.

"I must open this door!" Meng Jin said loudly. His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the dark space, full of determination and courage.

Meng Jin shouted loudly, and the sound echoed in the basement like thunder, "Open it for me!" He punched the door in front of him. There was a loud "bang" and the door shook violently, as if protesting against this powerful force. However, only a tiny crack appeared on the door.