The Great Dream God

He walked through room after room, each of which was full of mystery and danger. There was a strange atmosphere in the room, which made people feel creepy.

"What is this?" Meng Jin looked at the strange instruments in the room and said to himself in confusion. The instruments were oddly shaped and emitted a mysterious light that made people puzzled.

"This is the tool we use for cultivation, you ignorant fellow!" A weak voice came from the corner. Meng Jin looked in the direction of the voice and saw an injured monk lying on the ground. His face was as pale as paper, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes.

"Tools for cultivation? Is your so-called cultivation using these cruel methods?" Meng Jin asked angrily, his voice full of contempt and anger towards the monks.

"This... This is for the pursuit of a higher realm..." the monk stammered, his voice trembling, as if he was looking for an excuse for his crime.

"This is ridiculous!" Meng Jin snorted disdainfully and continued to check other things in the room. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, not missing any details.

In another room, Meng Jin found bookshelves piled high with books and documents, which were piled high and exuded a stale smell.

"These may provide more evidence," Meng Jin said as he carefully flipped through the books and documents. His eyes were focused and serious, as if he was looking for the key to solve the mystery.

Finally, in a hidden room, Meng Jin found an ancient book. The cover of the book had turned yellow, exuding a sense of vicissitudes of time.

"What is this?" Meng Jin opened the book and read the contents carefully. As he read deeper, a look of shock appeared on his face.

"It turns out that this Yulong Temple is actually a demon temple where demons are worshipped. They conduct all kinds of cruel experiments and rituals here. The corpses and statues of those children are evidence of their crimes." Meng Jin muttered to himself, his voice full of anger and disgust.

"Damn you guys, your crimes will be exposed!" Meng Jin held the book tightly, his heart filled with anger. His eyes flashed with determination, as if swearing his determination.

With these evidences, Meng Jin turned around and wanted to leave the temple. However, at this moment, he resolutely swung the sharp blade in his hand without hesitation and launched a blatant attack on the magnificent Buddha in front of him.

The majestic Buddha was once the supreme symbol of faith in people's hearts. However, in Mengjin's eyes, it has become a shelter for evil and must be destroyed.

"This giant Buddha was once a symbol of supreme faith in people's hearts, but now it has become a shelter for evil. I want to destroy it!" Meng Jin said loudly, his voice full of firm belief and fearless courage.

Meng Jin's sword fell on the Buddha like a violent storm, making a series of roaring sounds. The Buddha seemed as fragile as thin paper under Meng Jin's fierce attack. There was a loud noise like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, and the Buddha collapsed and turned into a piece of fragmented debris.

The dust rose into the sky like a surging wave, spreading out, and the whole world seemed to be swallowed up by the dust. The dust was like a thick curtain, covering everything in it, as if the end of the world had come, and the world fell into a chaotic scene.

In the ruins of the Buddha, a golden pill shone with mysterious light. The light was like the brightest star in the darkness, shining brightly and dazzlingly. It was also like the most precious treasure in the abyss, exuding an alluring charm that was irresistible. A faint halo lingered around the golden pill, which seemed to be there and not there, but seemed to contain endless power, like a mysterious gravitational force, attracting Meng Jin's attention.

However, just as he turned to leave, the gate of Yulong Temple suddenly closed as if controlled by a demon. The dull and shocking sound echoed in the dead silence, like the sound of the bell of hell, making people shudder and make their hair stand on end.

"What's going on?" Meng Jin looked at the gate vigilantly, his eyes full of confusion and vigilance.

Then, a monk holding a big knife broke through the window like a ghost. The monk was tall, with a ferocious face and a fierce look in his eyes.

"Finally, someone with some ability has come!" the monk sneered, his voice full of disdain and provocation.

"Who are you?" Meng Jin asked. His voice was calm and firm, not affected by the monk's aura at all.

"I'm here to take your life!" the monk said, leaping in front of Meng Jin like a tiger descending from a mountain, bringing with it a sharp sound like a knife. The big knife in his hand flashed with a cold light, and the lines on the blade were winding like a snake, revealing an evil aura.

"Just you?" Meng Jin was not afraid at all, he raised his sword and went forward. His eyes were full of confidence and courage, as if the monk in front of him was just an ant.

"Today is the day you die!" the monk roared, waving the big knife in his hand wildly. The knife light flashed like a dancing silver snake, and pounced towards Meng Jin.

Meng Jin dodged the monk's attack by leaning sideways, and swung the sword in his hand. The sword whistled and stabbed at the monk like a dragon emerging from the sea.

The two men immediately engaged in a fierce battle, with swords flashing and sparks flying. The temple was filled with fierce fighting and shouting, like a doomsday carnival.

"Your strength is just like this!" Meng Jin taunted. His sword skills became more and more fierce, and his sword force was like a violent storm, making it gradually difficult for the monk to resist.

"Stop talking nonsense and prepare to die!" The monk attacked Meng Jin frantically, his eyes full of madness and despair, as if he wanted to tear Meng Jin into pieces.

For a moment, the temple was filled with sword energy and flashing knife lights, and the battle between the two men entered a white-hot stage.

Facing this sudden strong enemy, Meng Jin was not afraid. His eyes were as firm as iron, and the fighting spirit in his heart was burning like a flame, hot and unextinguishable. He used the Thousand Flying Strike again, and in an instant, countless birds flew out like a whirlwind. These birds were not ordinary birds. Their feathers were shining with colorful light, as colorful as a dream. When their wings flapped, there were bursts of wind and thunder, like the wrath of the gods. They were like a powerful torrent, rushing towards the sharp blade of the monk with a big knife with overwhelming force.

There was only a sharp sound of metal collision that resounded through the sky. The sound was like thunder, deafening, as if it would tear the eardrums. Under this powerful impact, the monk's sword instantly shattered into countless pieces that scattered all over the ground. Those pieces flashed cold light like stars, and then fell one after another, like a cold rain, sprinkling on this land full of blood and killing.