The Great Dream God

At this critical moment when his life was hanging by a thread, Tianshou suddenly rushed up like a ghost. His speed was as fast as lightning breaking through the night sky. In a flash, he had arrived in front of Mengjin. His right fist was clenched tightly, and a strange light shone on his fist. The light was like a star shining in the dark abyss, dazzling and mysterious. He looked up to the sky and let out a deafening roar. The sound was like a huge bell, resounding between heaven and earth, as if to shatter all the evil and darkness in the world and make it disappear. His fist was like a meteor carrying the power to destroy the world, and it smashed towards Mengjin's chest with the force of thunder.

"puff!"

"boom!"

A dull and heavy sound suddenly came, like a thunder exploding in the air, causing pain in the eardrums. This sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless murderous intent and ruthlessness.

The fist of the Heavenly Keep was like a sharp blade, flashing with cold light, and with unparalleled power, it hit Meng Jin's chest fiercely. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world was still.

With a "puff", Tianshou's fist penetrated Meng Jin's chest without any hindrance, as if it was piercing a piece of thin paper. A shocking huge wound instantly appeared on his chest, and blood gushed out like a flood, wantonly soaking Meng Jin's clothes.

Meng Jin opened his eyes wide, his face full of shock, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

He shook his hand gently to get rid of the blood on his fist, then turned and left, leaving behind a floor full of blood and a cold corpse. The blood was like red lotuses blooming in the darkness, extremely beautiful and tragic. Meng Jin's eyes were filled with endless pain and despair, which was the unwillingness to the cruel fate and the reluctance to give up the precious life. However, he still gritted his teeth, stubbornly supporting his body, and refused to fall down easily. His body trembled slightly, as if he was enduring the heaviest pain in the world, but his eyes still flashed with an unwavering light, which was his persistent pursuit of life and his tenacious adherence to his beliefs. Even if he was in a desperate situation, even if his life was at stake, he would never give up easily.

In this tragic scene, time seemed to freeze and the air seemed to become extremely heavy. Every breath Meng Jin took was accompanied by piercing pain, and every drop of blood that flowed seemed to take away part of his vitality. However, his will was as hard as steel, always supporting his shaky body. His eyes, through the pain and despair, looked towards the distant sky, as if there, he saw his ideals and pursuits, and the goals he was fighting for.

There was no mercy or hesitation on Tianshou's face. His eyes were as cold as ice, as if Meng Jin in front of him was just a target he had to destroy. His fist was still deeply embedded in Meng Jin's chest. The destructive force seemed to be constantly eroding Meng Jin's life. The air around him was filled with the smell of blood and death, which made people shudder.

However, Meng Jin did not give up. He used up his last bit of strength to try to break free from the castle tower. Although his body was already scarred, his soul was still burning and still fighting.

In this horrific scene filled with a strong bloody and endless tragic atmosphere, it seems as if the whole world is shrouded in a thick haze. Meng Jin's figure stands alone on this barren land, but exudes a resolute aura, like a ray of dawn that breaks through the darkness.

He is like a majestic, towering, rock-hard, immovable mountain, fearless of the wanton invasion and violent scouring of the storm. His posture is upright, his spine is as hard as steel, no matter howling winds and pouring rains, he still stands proudly between the vast world, demonstrating his unyielding will. His eyes are firm and deep, as bright as stars, revealing a resolute resistance to fate, as if announcing to the whole world that his faith will never fade.

His blood was like a gurgling stream, pouring out continuously, wantonly dyeing the earth into a shocking red color. The bright red blood was like a blooming red spider lily, blooming with a sad and tragic light. Every drop of blood seemed to be the earth weeping for his bravery, and every bloodstain seemed to be writing his legend. The earth became heavy and solemn under the stain of his blood, as if carrying his tenacity and indomitable spirit.

His breath was like a heavy mist, slowly permeating every inch of the air around him. The breath contained the unyielding and tenacious struggle deep in his heart, as if his soul was shouting. The low murmur, like an ancient spell, told his story, a journey full of hardships and challenges, but he never gave up and always held on to his beliefs. This breath was his response to fate, his contempt for suffering, and his hope for the future.

The blood that flowed was like a magnificent, majestic, tragic and majestic epic. Every drop of blood was a note, and every bloodstain was a line of poetry, together composing his bravery and perseverance. This blood deeply engraved his soul, became an eternal mark, and witnessed his struggle and hard work. They are like bright stars, shining in the darkness, guiding the direction for future generations to move forward.

Above Mengjin, the magnificent and huge fire phoenix was circling and dancing leisurely. Its body was huge and majestic, and every feather was burning with blazing and brilliant flames, as if it was a messenger from hell. The flames were fierce and violent beyond imagination, and the scorching temperature seemed to burn the entire space to ashes. The fire phoenix ridiculed Mengjin's seemingly insignificant resistance with an arrogant attitude, and its eyes revealed a kind of disdain and contempt, as if it was laughing at Mengjin's overestimation of his own capabilities.

The blazing flames jumped happily, just like a group of wanton, revelry demons. They showed off their terrifying power and evil nature. The light of the flames illuminated the entire sky, making the originally dark world as bright as day. However, this light did not bring a trace of warmth, but instead made people feel a chill deep in their bones, a fear from the depths of their souls.

The magic flute in Lisa's hand was still playing the strange, eerie and terrifying melody. The melody was like a gust of cold wind, piercing Meng Jin's body mercilessly and reaching the depths of his soul. Every note was like an extremely sharp and cold blade, ruthlessly cutting Meng Jin's soul, making him fall into a boundless, dark and deep abyss of pain. The pain surged into his heart like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.