The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stood proudly on this desolate battlefield, facing the armored soldiers rushing at him like vicious wolves, with no fear in his expression, like an unshakable statue. His figure was as tall as a peak, standing tall and majestic, just like a towering mountain, firmly facing the armored soldiers' fierce attack like a storm.

In an instant, the two of them collided violently like two bright meteors with the force of thunder and lightning, and instantly burst into brilliant light, and a thrilling and fierce life-and-death battle began. The sword shadows intertwined, the cold light flashed, like a silver snake dancing wildly, like stars falling, weaving a terrifying picture. The cold sword light drew a series of sharp arcs in the air, as if it wanted to cut everything in this world apart.

With his superb swordsmanship, Meng Jin was like a dragon emerging from the sea, bringing with him the power to overturn the rivers and seas; like a tiger descending from the mountain, bringing with him the power to shake the world. In the battle, his figure was as erratic as a ghost, and every move and style contained endless power and wisdom, like a gorgeous dance, which was breathtaking. His swordsmanship was like a gust of wind and rain, impenetrable, and gradually put the armored soldier Jacob into a dilemma.

Gradually, Meng Jin gained the upper hand in the battle. His eyes were burning with a raging fire of war, an unyielding will, a persistent pursuit of victory. Each of his attacks was as powerful as a landslide, making it difficult for Jacob to resist. His sword, like a flash of lightning, cut through the dark night sky and illuminated the entire battlefield.

Finally, Meng Jin pushed the armored soldier Jacob to the edge of the cliff. The cliff was bottomless, like an endless black hole, as if it was the entrance to hell, exuding a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere. Meng Jin's eyes were as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, which made people shudder. He suddenly threw a thunderous punch, which contained his anger and determination, as if he wanted to shatter the whole world.

The armored soldier was blown away like a cannonball, his body drew an arc in the air, and fell rapidly towards the bottom of the cliff like a kite with a broken string. His eyes were still full of madness and despair, a kind of unwillingness to fate and helplessness to reality. Perhaps, for him, this was also a kind of alternative rest. His life, like the gorgeous fireworks, bloomed the last light in an instant, and then disappeared into the endless darkness.

The smoke of the battle gradually dissipated, slowly dissipating in the air like a layer of gauze. Meng Jin stood on the devastated battlefield, surrounded by debris and bloodstains, like a doomsday scene. His eyes were firm and deep, as if they could penetrate all the fog in this world. Among the wreckage of the monk with the big knife, he unexpectedly found a bottle carefully carved from white jade.

This bottle is like a rare treasure, emitting a mysterious and charming light. The light is as gorgeous as a dream, as colorful as a rainbow, as if it contains endless mysterious power. The texture of the bottle is as warm as jade, smooth and delicate, and warm to the touch. The lines on the bottle are delicate and exquisite, as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water, as if telling an ancient story, which is the precipitation of years and the traces of history.

Meng Jin gently picked up the bottle and looked at it carefully. His eyes were full of curiosity and desire to explore, as if the bottle was hiding countless secrets waiting for him to uncover. The bottle trembled slightly in his hand, as if it was communicating with him silently. He could feel the powerful power contained in the bottle, a power he had never touched before, which made him excited and awed.

With this mysterious bottle in his arms, Meng Jin embarked on a journey to find the answer. His steps were firm and powerful, just like his belief, never backing down. His figure appeared lonely and firm in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if he was a lonely traveler, looking for his own direction on the long road of life.

During the long journey, Meng Jin experienced countless hardships and dangers. He passed through the dense forest, where the trees were tall and old, and the branches and leaves were intertwined to form a green sky. The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming golden beams of light, like a dreamlike scene. The forest was filled with the rich fragrance of grass and trees, which was the breath of nature, making people feel relaxed and happy. However, the forest was also full of dangers. The thorns were overgrown, the road was rugged, and wild beasts appeared from time to time. But Meng Jin was not afraid. He relied on his courage and wisdom to move forward in the forest.

He crossed the turbulent river, the water rushed down, and the splashing water was like pearls. The river water was clear and the fish swam happily in the water. However, the river flowed very fast, and there were undercurrents and whirlpools hidden in the water. Meng Jin stepped into the river carefully, his steps were steady and firm. He felt the power of the river and successfully crossed the river with his excellent swimming ability.

He climbed over the steep mountain, which was towering into the clouds and shrouded in mist, as if it was a road to a fairyland. The slope of the mountain was steep and the road was rugged and difficult to walk on. If you were not careful, you would fall into the abyss. But Meng Jin did not retreat. He climbed up step by step. His clothes were soaked with sweat, but his eyes were always full of firm belief. Finally, he climbed to the top of the mountain, overlooking the magnificent scenery under his feet, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Finally, Mengjin found an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. The old man's face was like an ancient map, full of traces of time. His eyes were deep and distant, as if he could see through everything in the world. His hair was as white as snow, and his beard fell on his chest like silver threads. He was wearing a tattered robe, which was worn out, but still exuded a simple and ancient atmosphere.

Meng Jin handed the bottle to the old man, who took it and carefully placed it in his palm. His eyes were filled with mixed emotions of surprise and expectation, as if he was looking at a long-lost treasure. He carefully observed the bottle, and gently stroked the lines on the bottle with his fingers, as if he was feeling the passage of time.

After a long while, the old man slowly raised his head and looked at Meng Jin, his eyes full of admiration and satisfaction. He slowly said, "Young man, the bottle in your hand is a treasure that contains great power. Its origin is mysterious and is said to be related to a world-shaking war in ancient times. The power contained in this bottle is enough to change the fate of the world."

Meng Jin was shocked when he heard the old man's words. He had never thought that this bottle had such an amazing origin and power. He looked at the old man with longing in his eyes, hoping that the old man could tell him more about the secrets of this bottle.

The old man seemed to see what Meng Jin was thinking. He smiled and continued, "Although the power of this bottle is great, it also comes with great danger. If used improperly, it may bring devastating consequences. Young man, you must treat it with caution."