The Great Dream God

At this moment, Xu Xiaofeng's eyes were focused and solemn. Her eyes were like deep lake water, containing endless wisdom and power. Her hands danced lightly like a nimble butterfly, and her gestures were graceful and smooth, as if she was drawing a mysterious picture in the air. She kept muttering: "Use my power to summon the blazing flames!" Her voice was crisp and pleasant, but with an irresistible majesty. Along with her powerful words, a huge fireball appeared out of thin air.

The fireball burned fiercely, like a blazing sun, emitting endless light and heat. On the surface of the fireball, the flames jumped, like a cheerful elf, showing its vitality to the fullest. The color of the flames was bright and dazzling, as gorgeous as blood, and as bright as gold. The fireball tightly enveloped Xu Xiaofeng, Tian Shou and Lisa, as if it was a protective shield, isolating them from the dangers of the outside world.

"No one can defeat the power of this flame!" Xu Xiaofeng's tone was full of confidence and pride, and her voice was particularly clear amid the sound of the burning flame. She firmly believed that the power of this flame was enough to overcome everything, and that was an absolute trust in her own strength. Her eyes flashed with a firm light, as if this flame was her belief and the source of her strength.

The fireball was so hot that the surrounding air was twisted and deformed. The air was like wax being burned by flames, constantly melting and deforming. The whole space was filled with a burning breath, as if the whole space was about to be melted by this terrifying high temperature. The scorching temperature made people feel as if they were in purgatory, and every breath was filled with pain and burning.

Meng Jin came to the fireball, and as soon as he got close, he felt the terrifying temperature that was so hot that it could almost burn his soul. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and secretly exclaimed in his heart: "This flame is so powerful!" The heat of the flame rushed towards him, like an invisible force, trying to push him away. However, Meng Jin did not intend to retreat at all, but a firm light flashed in his eyes. He slowly stretched out his palm, and that palm was like an extremely deep vortex, and a strong suction force came from it continuously.

"Come on, the energy of this fireball belongs to me!" Meng Jin shouted loudly, his voice full of desire for power. The voice echoed in the sound of the burning flames, full of firmness and determination. The energy of the fireball was continuously sucked into Meng Jin's palm like a river flowing into the sea. The energy of the fireball flowed in his hands, turning into brilliant and dazzling light, which was like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with endless brilliance. Each ray of light contained powerful power, as if the energy of the universe was gathered in his hands.

"It's amazing!" Tian Shou couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes full of admiration for Meng Jin's magical ability. He stared at Meng Jin's palm tightly, as if he wanted to see the secret of this magical power. Tian Shou's heart was full of shock, he had never seen such a powerful force, such a magical ability.

Lisa was also shocked by the scene in front of her. She couldn't help but exclaimed: "This power is amazing!" Her eyes also showed admiration for Meng Jin. Her heart was full of admiration for Meng Jin, as if Meng Jin was an invincible existence, a hero who could overcome everything. Lisa's eyes were shining with excitement. She felt extremely lucky to be able to witness such a miracle with her own eyes.

After Meng Jin absorbed all the energy from the fireball, his body seemed to be filled with a powerful force, and his eyes flashed with a resolute light, which was like the brightest star in the night sky, firm and bright. His figure was like a phantom, rushing forward at a ghostly speed without hesitation. During his actions, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by his momentum, forming tiny cyclones.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Jin had arrived in front of the castle tower. His eyes were as cold as the frost and snow in winter, and the chill seemed to penetrate the human soul and make people shudder. The endless anger contained in them seemed to freeze the air around them, making the space filled with a repressive atmosphere. And the firm determination was like a burning flame, hot and unshakable, as if no difficulty could extinguish it.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "Ten Shou, you traitor, today is your end!" His voice was deep and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Ten Shou's heart. After that, he threw a punch without hesitation, carrying his anger for betrayal and his unyielding resistance to fate. The wind from the fist whistled past, bringing with it a strong airflow, and its power seemed to be able to shake the heaven and earth.

Tian Shou looked at Meng Jin's fist in horror and tried to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be bound by an invisible force and could not move. He could only watch the fist getting closer and closer, his heart filled with despair and fear.

"boom!"

Meng Jin's fist hit Tian Shou's body hard, making a dull sound. Blood gushed out of Tian Shou's mouth like a fountain, his body trembled violently, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

"Ah!" He screamed in pain, feeling that all his bones seemed to be broken under this powerful force. His body was like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards uncontrollably, drawing a miserable arc in the air.

At this moment, Lisa behind the castle once again put the magic flute to her lips and played it. The magic sound penetrated her ears, like an invisible evil force, trying to erode Meng Jin's mind again.

The moment the magic sound sounded, Meng Jin instantly fell into memories. His eyes became a little confused, and he murmured to himself: "Those good times in the past..."

The memories of the past kept coming back to his mind like a tide. The happy days he had spent with his best friends, the moments full of laughter and tears, the common dreams and pursuits, were all surging in his heart.

He recalled how they had once explored the mountains and forests together, chasing butterflies and birds, and enjoying the beauty of nature. They had played together by the stream, with the clear water reflecting their happy figures. They had also looked up at the stars at night and made beautiful visions for the future.

However, these beautiful memories were also mixed with some painful fragments. He recalled the quarrels and misunderstandings between them, the words and actions that had hurt each other, and now when he thought about it, his heart was still full of guilt and regret.