The Great Dream God

In the long river of time, Yulong Temple, hidden in the depths, is like a mysterious maze, exuding a frightening atmosphere. A shocking and earth-shaking battle has just slowly stopped like a storm, and the tragic scene is like a doomsday scroll, slowly unfolding in this ancient temple.

The air in the temple seemed frozen, and the thick smell of gunpowder was almost suffocating. The choking smell was like an invisible demon, wantonly eroding every inch of space, making every corner filled with the haze of death. The smell of blood lingered like a ghost, as if silently telling the tragic fight just now.

After a thrilling life-and-death fight, Meng Jin, with his extraordinary courage and swordsmanship, finally succeeded in beheading the monk who was wielding the cold sword. At this moment, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, as if all his strength had been drained away. He gasped for air, and every breath seemed so difficult. Sweat soaked his clothes like a flood, and the clothes stuck tightly to his body, outlining his exhausted body.

"It's finally over..." Meng Jin muttered to himself, his voice revealing deep exhaustion and disgust, a weariness of this endless slaughter. "I have to leave this place quickly, away from this bloody vortex filled with endless slaughter and strife." His eyes were filled with a desire for a peaceful life, and he was disgusted with this place filled with blood and violence.

He dragged his heavy footsteps, which seemed to be filled with lead. Every step seemed so difficult. He was ready to leave this terrible place, this place that tortured his soul. However, the trajectory of fate took a strange and bizarre turn at this moment, like an absurd nightmare. The monk with the big knife who should have died, miraculously stood up again like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell.

"How is this possible!" Meng Jin's eyes widened in horror, his eyes full of disbelief and fear. The monk's body, which should have fallen, stood up again at this moment. This extraordinary scene made Meng Jin feel a deep chill in his heart.

The monk's eyes were burning with the flames of revenge, the flames were hot and violent, as if they wanted to burn the whole world to ashes. His eyes were full of hatred and madness, which was a contempt for life and an obsession with revenge.

"I want you dead!" the monk roared, his voice echoing in the temple like thunder, deafening. He rushed towards Meng Jin desperately, his crazy momentum made people shudder, as if it was an unstoppable torrent that was going to swallow Meng Jin completely.

Meng Jin was shocked when he saw this, and an indescribable panic surged into his heart like a tide. His heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

"Damn it!" He cursed, his face instantly turned pale as paper, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead involuntarily. The beads of sweat were as crystal clear as pearls, reflecting his inner fear and anxiety.

At this critical moment, he had no choice but to turn around and run for his life, trying to get rid of this nightmare-like enemy. His steps were staggering and panic, as if countless demons were chasing him, and the demons' claws seemed to reach out to him at any time, dragging him into endless darkness.

"Don't run!" The monk chased after him, swinging his sword. The sword drew a cold arc in the air, bringing up a gust of cold wind. "You can't escape!" The monk's voice echoed in Meng Jin's ears like a curse, filling his heart with despair.

Meng Jin's steps became heavier and heavier, and his breathing became more and more rapid, but he did not dare to stop or slack off. He ran desperately in this dangerous place like a frightened rabbit.

"What on earth is going on?" Meng Jin ran and panted, his heart full of doubts and fear. He didn't understand why the monk was resurrected, why fate played such a trick on him. His heart was filled with fear of the unknown, and he felt extremely confused by this sudden change.

But fate seemed to be playing tricks on him. He seemed to be trapped in an invisible maze. No matter how he ran or struggled, he could not escape the bondage of fate. Confused, he returned to the gate of Yulong Temple again.

At this moment, a soldier in hard armor suddenly appeared in front of the mountain gate. They stood there with a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, exuding a chilling aura, as if they were ruthless messengers from the abyss of hell. The hard armor flashed a cold light in the sun, like a mirror, reflecting a chilling cold light. The patterns on the sharp armor were like ancient spells, containing mysterious power that people dare not underestimate.

"Who is it?" The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices as loud as a bell, echoing in the air. The weapons in their hands flashed a cold light in the sun, and that light was like the tongue of a poisonous snake, making people shudder.

Meng Jin stopped, gasping for breath, looking at the soldiers in front of him, secretly complaining in his heart. His eyes were full of helplessness and despair, and he didn't know how to face this sudden change.

"I... I was just passing by." Meng Jin tried to explain, with a slight tremor in his voice, which was the fear of the unknown and helplessness towards fate.

"Just passing by?" The soldiers obviously didn't believe it, their eyes were full of suspicion and vigilance. "This is not a place you can just come to casually!" There was a hint of majesty in their voices, and no one dared to disobey.

Just then, Meng Jin heard a familiar voice.

"Mengjin!"

He turned around and saw Xu Xiaofeng and Lisa running towards him. Xu Xiaofeng's figure was like a flash of lightning, running towards Mengjin quickly. Her eyes were full of concern and worry, which was a sincere emotion for her friend. Lisa's figure was like a dancing butterfly, light and graceful. Her eyes were full of determination and confidence, which was a fearless challenge to difficulties.

"Be careful! It's dangerous here!" Meng Jin said, with a hint of urgency in his voice, which showed his concern and love for his friend.

"Let's go quickly!" said Xu Xiaofeng, with a hint of anxiety in her voice, which was the worry about the current situation and confusion about the future.

Lisa took the lead, holding a crystal clear flute, which was like the most precious gem in the world, emitting a charming light. The light was as gorgeous as a dream, making people feel as if they were in a mysterious world.

"Don't be afraid, I have a way." Lisa said, with a hint of confidence in her voice, which was the trust in her own abilities and hope for the future.

She gently played a mysterious and melodious melody, which was like the sound of nature, ethereal and beautiful, yet contained some kind of magical power. The notes jumped in the air like elves, weaving into an invisible net that enveloped everything around. The melody was like a gurgling stream, nourishing people's souls; like warm sunshine, dispelling the haze in people's hearts; like a gentle breeze, soothing people's tired bodies.

When the armored soldiers heard the melody, their eyes gradually became confused. Their eyes lost their original firmness and vigilance, replaced by a kind of confusion and bewilderment.

"This...what's going on?" a soldier muttered to himself, his voice full of confusion and puzzlement.

"Let's go now!" Lisa said, with a hint of urgency in her voice, which showed her cherishment of time and grasp of opportunity.