The Great Dream God

"No, I can't be controlled by this devilish sound!" Meng Jin suddenly came back to his senses, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that this was a great opportunity for him to break the curse of the axis of good and evil. He took a deep breath and said loudly: "I will not be controlled by this devilish sound, I will break this curse!"

Then, he decided to take advantage of the situation and used his dream skills. A mysterious light emanated from his body, like a thin curtain of light, covering the three people. In that dream, the three people seemed to have returned to the past.

Meng Jin looked at the scene in front of him and said with emotion: "Look, this is the time we once had."

Tian Shou and Lisa were also immersed in this memory. Tian Shou said guiltily: "Mengjin... What did we do? Are we controlled by the spirit?"

Lisa's eyes were also filled with regret: "It was our fault, Meng Jin, we shouldn't be used by evil forces."

Meng Jin looked at them, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided: "Let the past be the past, we must face the present and the future together."

Tian Shou nodded: "That's right, we can no longer be controlled by the dark forces, we must find our true selves."

Lisa also said firmly: "We can definitely break this curse and make everything return to normal."

In the dream, they relived the good times they had in the past. They ran in the fields together, feeling the breeze blowing; they sang and danced around the campfire, sharing each other's happiness; they watched the sunrise on the top of the mountain together, welcoming the arrival of a new day.

The time they had spent together was like a series of vivid paintings, slowly unfolding before their eyes. The beautiful memories were like a spring, flowing through their hearts, nourishing their souls that had been eroded by the curse.

As time went on, the influence of the Axis of Good and Evil began to be broken, and their distorted minds gradually returned to their original clarity.

Meng Jin felt the changes in his heart, and his heart was filled with hope: "We have finally gotten rid of that damn curse!"

Tenshou also breathed a sigh of relief: "Yeah, this feels really good."

Lisa smiled and said, "We must cherish this hard-earned sobriety."

Meng Jin looked at them and said solemnly: "From now on, we must work together... to kill our enemies!"

Tian Shou, Lisa, and Xu Xiaofeng responded in unison: "Okay, let's do it together!"

Meng Jin slowly opened his eyes, which were like deep pools. There seemed to be a vast and boundless galaxy hidden in his eyes, which were dazzling and shone with the light of unwavering and indestructible determination. He raised his head slightly, his eyes were like a blazing flame, hot and sharp, staring straight at Qing Feiyu in the distance. The momentum emanating from him was like a surging and magnificent tide, one wave after another, rising continuously with overwhelming force, like a magnificent volcano that had awakened and was about to erupt. The majestic power seemed to be able to devour the world, and contained a terrifying energy that could destroy the world.

A vast, majestic, and incomparable pressure lingered around him. This pressure was like the vast and boundless sky, and it seemed that it could effortlessly crush the entire world under its feet, fully demonstrating its supreme majesty. His clothes danced wildly in the whistling wind, making a fierce sound, as if playing an exciting war song. The dazzling golden runes, like mysterious ancient totems, shone on his body, flashing a dazzling light, like bright and gorgeous stars, and like a blazing sun. It was undoubtedly a sacred symbol of his powerful strength, exuding a mysterious and majestic atmosphere.

Every subtle movement of his contained a tremendous force, as if it could shake the mountains and rivers; every deep look in his eyes revealed endless majesty and dominance, as if he was a king who ruled the world, making people involuntarily feel awe and deeply impressed. His every move was like a god descending from heaven, emitting a sacred brilliance that made people worship him, as if all things in the world were trembling under his feet. He was the only one in the world, the master who controlled everything.

Meng Jin's eyes were like ice in a cold pond, and his cold gaze seemed to be able to freeze people. He stared at the culprit Qing Feiyu, and every glance seemed to carry a thousand-year frost, which made people shudder. His voice seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, with endless chill, and he shouted coldly: "You despicable man, how dare you wantonly fiddle with the delicate and fragile relationship between people like spider silk, and trample on the deep friendship between me and my best friend without any scruples. You think this outrageous behavior is interesting, right! Hahaha! Do you really think this is an interesting game? It is really interesting! However, I also want to congratulate you! Just because you have successfully ignited the anger in my heart, and that anger is like surging magma, about to erupt! Kill you! ! This is the only obsession in my heart, and I must kill you to relieve my hatred!"

After Meng Jin finished speaking, a dazzling golden light slowly ignited on his body. The light was as brilliant as the sun breaking through the clouds, instantly dispelling the darkness around him. The light became stronger and stronger, and in a moment it turned into a blazing flame. The hot flames danced, as if they were the fire from hell, burning all the sins in the world. The flames surrounded Meng Jin's body, as if he was wearing a shining sacred robe. The flame patterns on the robe were like ancient runes, containing mysterious and powerful power.

At this moment, Meng Jin exudes unparalleled majesty and domineering. He is like a god of war descending on earth, which is daunting. His figure is as tall as a pine tree, standing between heaven and earth, as if everything in the world is trembling under his feet. His hair is shining with golden light under the reflection of the flames, fluttering in the wind like a flag, showing his firm belief. His face is resolute and angular, and every line reveals his determination and courage. His eyes, against the background of the flames, appear deeper and sharper, as if they can see through everything.

The flames on Meng Jin's body grew stronger and stronger, and the air around him was twisted by the burning. He slowly destroyed the earth with his strength. He stared at the fireball in his hand, his eyes full of coldness and determination, and then threw the fireball towards Qing Feiyu. With a whistling sound, the fireball rushed towards Qing Feiyu like a falling star.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to fall into silence, with only the sound of the fireball streaking through the air echoing in his ears. Qing Feiyu looked at the rapidly approaching fireball, and finally a trace of fear appeared in his eyes, but at this time he had nowhere to escape, and could only watch the fireball attack him...