The Great Dream God

"What's going on?" Meng Jin was shocked, his voice full of fear and confusion. He tried to struggle, trying to get rid of this mysterious power, but to no avail.

Meng Jin jumped down without hesitation, with a fighting spirit burning in his eyes. His eyes were like a sharp sword, flashing a firm light in the darkness.

"I will definitely reveal this dark secret!" Meng Jin said firmly, his voice like a towering mountain, standing firmly in the temple. His words were like heavy bombs, exploding in the darkness, with a fearless courage and firm determination.

His figure was like a towering mountain, standing firmly in the temple. His figure appeared particularly tall in the darkness, like an invincible giant, exuding an unparalleled majesty.

The monks were frightened by this sudden change. They looked at Meng Jin in horror and cursed, "You devil, you are a real butcher!" Their voices were full of fear and anger, and that anger was like a burning flame that seemed to devour Meng Jin.

Meng Jin was not moved at all, and responded loudly: "I think you are the real devils! I will make your crimes known to the world!" His voice was like a loud horn, ringing in this dark temple, with an indomitable spirit and firm belief.

He brandished the weapon in his hand, which flashed a cold light in the darkness, streaking across the night sky like lightning. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, and each move contained endless power and anger. That power was like a surging wave, impacting the enemy wave after wave, making it impossible to resist.

"Die!" Meng Jin roared, his voice like an angry lion, roaring in the dark night. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and that murderous intent was like a cold wind, making people shudder.

Seeing this, the monks took up their robes and quickly wove a chain. The chain flashed with a strange light, as if it contained some mysterious power. The light danced in the darkness, like a group of strange elves, which made people shudder.

"You want to trap me with this chain? That's not easy!" Meng Jin shouted, his voice full of confidence and disdain. His eyes were like a sharp dagger, staring straight at the chain, as if he wanted to see through it.

The chain flashed with a strange light, as if it contained some mysterious power. The light danced in the darkness, like a group of strange elves, which made people shudder. The light was like an invisible barrier, blocking Meng Jin's progress.

Then, they used the chains to weave a huge web. This web was like a giant spider web, emitting a dangerous aura. The web was like a solid fortress that could not be broken through.

"See how you escape!" the monks shouted, their voices full of pride and confidence. They thought the net would trap Meng Jin and prevent him from escaping.

Meng Jin was indeed caught in this net, but he did not panic. His eyes were still firm, as if all this was within his expectations. He was looking firm, and muttering something in a deep and powerful voice, as if he was summoning some mysterious power.

"Thousand Flying Strike!" Meng Jin shouted, and used the unique skill he had just learned. At that moment, a powerful force erupted around his body, like a violent tornado, sweeping everything around it. The force was like a dazzling light, instantly tearing the huge net apart.

The monks watched all this in horror, their eyes filled with despair and fear. They knew that their crimes would soon be exposed and their fate would soon be sealed.

Meng Jin walked out of the net, his figure looking particularly tall in the darkness.

In the deep, dark, and gloomy Yulong Temple, the bloody atmosphere spreads like a mad demon, so thick that it seems to devour the entire world. It is gloomy, just like ink splashed wantonly, immersing every inch of space in darkness as night. Meng Jin is like a cold war god walking out of the abyss of hell. His figure is as tall as a pine tree, exuding endless majesty and coldness. His eyes are as cold as frost, and the chill seems to freeze the soul of a person, making people shudder. The sword in his hand flashes with a cold and cold light, like an ice flame from the underworld, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

"You evildoers, today is your doom!" Meng Jin roared, his voice exploding in the temple like thunder, shaking everyone's heart and soul. He swung the sword in his hand suddenly, and the sword's force flashed across the night sky like lightning, tearing the curtain of darkness. The sword light was dazzling, like a meteor across the sky, carrying the power to destroy everything.

The monks looked at Meng Jin in horror, their eyes full of despair and fear. They tried to resist, but under Meng Jin's suffocatingly powerful attack, their movements seemed so slow and weak that they had no time to make an effective response.

"This is what you deserve!" Meng Jin's voice was icy cold, like a cold wind from an extremely cold land, blowing mercilessly at the monks' hearts.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill us all?" a monk asked tremblingly, his voice filled with endless fear and confusion.

"The sins you have committed are unforgivable! This temple is a stronghold of evil. You conduct cruel experiments and rituals here. The corpses of innocent children and the weird statues are the evidence of your crimes!" Meng Jin glared at the monk, the flame of justice burning in his eyes. The flame was hot and fierce, as if it would burn all the evil in the world to ashes.

"Nonsense! We are practicing, you are slandering us!" the monk argued, but his voice sounded so pale and weak.

"Practice? What you did is simply a blasphemy to practice!" Meng Jin said, swinging his sword again, the sword wind whistled, like a dragon emerging from the sea, and instantly killed the monk. Blood splattered, like a blooming blood-colored flower, spreading in the air.

At this time, the walls of the temple were stained red with blood, and the ground was full of broken clothes and weapons, scattered in a disorderly manner, as if telling of a tragic battle. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and death, making people feel their stomachs churn.

Meng Jin did not stop, his eyes were firm and persistent, and he continued to search the temple, looking for more clues and the truth. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step was full of firm determination.