The Great Dream God

The first task the old man proposed was to ask Meng Jin to go to Yulong Temple and kill all the monks in the temple. When Meng Jin heard this request, it was as if a shocking tsunami had been set off in his heart, and the shock was clearly shown on his face full of astonishment.

"What? Kill all the monks in the temple? This is simply insane, how can they do it!" Meng Jin couldn't help but cry out in horror.

The old man seemed unconcerned and said indifferently: "This is the condition of the deal. If you want to remove the curse, you must do as I say."

Meng Jin instantly fell into an endless struggle. He knew very well that this was an extremely cruel and inhumane thing, but in order to lift the curse that was entangled him like a nightmare, he finally hardened his heart and agreed with gritted teeth.

Seeing Meng Jin's agreement, the old man slowly took down a wood carving from the shelf beside him that was filled with various wood carvings. The wood carving was lifelike, as if it had a living life, and every detail was exquisitely carved, exuding a mysterious atmosphere, as if it contained endless magic.

"I give you this wood carving. Perhaps it can help you at a critical moment." The old man said slowly.

Meng Jin had no intention of accepting it, but the old man insisted on seeing him off, so Meng Jin had no choice but to accept it reluctantly.

In this way, Meng Jin embarked on a long journey to Yulong Temple with extremely complicated feelings. Along the way, he relied on the records on the sheepskin scroll to explore the location of Yulong Temple with difficulty.

"The words on this parchment scroll are like ancient spells, mysterious and obscure. Can they really lead me to the Yulong Temple?" Meng Jin murmured to himself, his eyes full of confusion and doubt.

Every character on the scroll was like a winding path in a maze, which made his mind fall into deep trouble. After going through untold hardships, he finally arrived at the foot of the Yulong Temple.

Looking up, the towering stairs seemed like a mysterious passage leading to the sky. Meng Jin couldn't help but feel an indescribable uneasiness in his heart.

"This staircase is like a long journey leading to the sky. It is so steep and dangerous and endless. Can I really climb up successfully?" Meng Jin murmured softly, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

The stairs exuded an ancient and distant atmosphere, as if silently telling the vicissitudes of time. Meng Jin took a deep breath, tried to calm the waves in his heart, mustered up great courage, and slowly walked up the stairs.

His footsteps were heavy but firm, and each step seemed to carry his earnest hope and firm determination to lift the curse.

"No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, I must lift that damn curse!" Meng Jin secretly encouraged himself in his heart.

The firm footsteps echoed slowly in the silent mountains, like a magnificent piece of music full of tragic colors.

As he was slowly climbing up the stairs, thinking hard about how to find the target, a figure suddenly appeared in his sight. A man, standing tall like a pine tree, holding a cold sword tightly in his hand, approached him step by step with steady steps.

The steel armor that the man was wearing flashed with an icy light under the bright sunshine, just like the bright stars in the cold night, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Who are you?" Meng Jin asked vigilantly, his eyes full of vigilance.

The patterns on the armor looked like mysterious runes, exuding an ancient and powerful aura, as if this man was a god of war from ancient times who had descended into this world.

The man ignored Meng Jin's question and said coldly, "Prepare to die!"

Meng Jin secretly wondered who this man was! However, before he could ask further, the man raised his knife without hesitation and slashed at Meng Jin with a thunderous force.

The blade light was like lightning cutting through the night sky, carrying with it an unstoppable and fierce momentum, as if it would ruthlessly tear apart everything in the world.

"Ah!" Meng Jin screamed in horror and hastily launched a white light missile in an attempt to block the man's fierce attack.

The white shining missile was like a bright star, shining with dazzling light, flying towards the man, instantly illuminating the entire mountain, making everything around it as bright as day.

However, the man's strength was far beyond Meng Jin's imagination. With a light swing of the sword in his hand, he easily cut the white shining missile into two pieces.

"What?" Meng Jin widened his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

The missile fell to the ground, instantly creating two huge bottomless pits. Dust flew up like a sandstorm. The whole scene seemed like the end of the world, filled with the atmosphere of destruction and despair.

The earth trembled violently under the impact of this powerful force, as if it was making a tragic wail for this extremely fierce battle.

The man did not stop there, but continued to rush towards Meng Jin. His eyes were filled with strong murderous intent, as ferocious and terrifying as a demon, making people shudder and fear.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?" Meng Jin shouted at the top of his lungs while dodging in a panic.

Meng Jin did not dare to slack off at all, and quickly used his own energy to create a solid protective shield, trying to block the man's storm-like attack.

The protective cover was like a transparent shield, emitting powerful and mysterious energy fluctuations, like the bright halo of a guardian angel, protecting Meng Jin tightly inside.

However, the man's sword once again demonstrated its amazing power. With just a slight swing, he cut the protective shield into two pieces.

"How is this possible?" Meng Jin felt a deep despair, his eyes filled with helplessness and fear.

Although his heart was filled with fear, he also had an indomitable will that supported him to continue fighting tenaciously.

At this critical moment, when Meng Jin was about to be cut in half, the wood sculpture in his arms suddenly burst out with a surging and powerful force.

The force was like a surging tide, instantly moving Meng Jin to a safe area 500 meters away.

Unfortunately, the wooden sculpture's head was ruthlessly chopped off by the man.

The wooden sculpture's head rolled to the side, as if silently expressing its unwillingness and resentment.

"My wood carving!" Meng Jin cried out in pain, his voice full of grief and regret.

There seems to be a trace of deep attachment to the world in its eyes, which makes people feel moved and sympathetic.

The man looked at the wooden sculpture with the severed head and complained, "I didn't get a sword after I cut off the stranger's head this time. I only need to collect 10,000 swords to bless my son."

Meng Jin listened to the man's words and felt that this matter was extremely strange and bizarre.

"What do you mean? What sword? What blessing?" Meng Jin asked anxiously, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.