The Great Dream God

In the end, Bluebird was ruthlessly and forcibly taken away from the conference hall. Her crying was like a ghostly breath, lingering in the hall for a long time, lingering. The crying was like a sad elegy, covering people's hearts with a heavy haze, like the depression and dullness before the storm.

Qingyun also left the conference hall sadly. His mood was like being pressed down by a heavy mountain, and he could hardly breathe. He knew clearly in his heart that Princess Ziyang was not a trustworthy person. However, he had placed all his bets on Princess Ziyang, and the situation was like a horse running out of control. He had no other choice but to follow Princess Ziyang to the end, even if there was an abyss ahead. His steps were heavy and slow, as if every step carried endless pain and helplessness.

The next day, at dawn, the sun was like a golden veil, gently and gracefully falling on the vast land outside Kyoto. The light was dazzling, as if it had put on a gorgeous sacred coat for this ancient land, bathing the whole world in this warm and peaceful light. Qing Changtian dragged his frail body that had not yet recovered from his serious injuries and slowly moved out of the city. His steps were extremely heavy, and each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, but he was unwavering, as if it contained endless determination and fearless courage. His figure appeared lonely and firm under the sunlight, as if he was a lonely traveler, moving forward firmly on the long road of life.

Meng Jin is like a transcendent god, standing proudly on the vast and boundless land. His stature is majestic and towering, like an immortal monument, exuding a sacred and majestic aura. His stature is tall and straight, like a towering tree, standing between heaven and earth, making people look up to him. His broad shoulders seem to be able to bear the weight of the whole world; his solid chest contains endless strength, as if it can withstand all wind and rain.

Meng Jin's face was firm and stern, with clear lines, as if it was cut by a knife. His eyes were like those of an eagle, extremely sharp, with a cold light flashing, as if he could see through all the secrets. At this moment, he stared closely at Qing Changtian who was slowly walking towards him, with a strong sense of majesty and anger in his eyes, and shouted angrily: "Qing Changtian, you are seriously injured and dying, and you dare to set foot in such a dangerous place!" His voice was like thunder, echoing in this vast world, shaking everyone's heart.

Meng Jin was filled with a vast, powerful aura, like a surging ocean, or a towering, insurmountable majestic peak. The aura surged like a tide, making people daunted and trembling. His power seemed endless, like the stars in the universe, shining brightly. His tall and burly body was like an indestructible steel fortress, exuding an irresistible majesty and oppression, as if he could crush everything in the world under his feet.

Before he finished speaking, Meng Jin instantly grasped the cold and piercing sword. The sword flashed with a chilling cold light, just like a dazzling lightning that cut through the endless darkness, making people shudder and shudder. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he pounced towards Qing Changtian with a thunderous and devastating force. His roar resounded through the sky: "Today is the day when your soul returns to the underworld!" The sword was extremely sharp, carrying a terrifying force that destroyed everything, as if it wanted to ruthlessly tear the whole world apart and turn it into dust. Under the reflection of the bright sunlight, the light shining on the sword became more and more dazzling, as if it was the wrath of heaven, burning all the evil in the world to ashes.

Qing Changtian, with his elegant figure, looked like a gentleman who had walked out of a poem. He had a handsome face, and his eyebrows revealed an innate noble temperament. He smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze, warm and gentle, as if it could melt all the ice and snow in the world. His eyes were clear and bright, like a clear spring, making people feel endless tranquility and peace.

Qing Changtian responded calmly: "Meng Jin, this battle between you and me is the arrangement of fate. It is unavoidable and inevitable." His voice was gentle and firm, like a mountain stream, gurgling and flowing, but it contained immense power. His footsteps were as light as the wind, like a gorgeous butterfly dancing, gracefully and nimbly avoiding Meng Jin's deadly and fierce attack. His movements were as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water, and as graceful as a luxurious and gorgeous grand dance. Every movement was full of artistic beauty, which made people fall in love with him. His figure was particularly charming under the sunlight, as if it was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

"Although I am wounded, I will never give up easily. My will is as solid as a rock and cannot be shaken." Qing Changtian's words are full of firm belief and unyielding spirit. His eyes reveal a fearless courage, as if all the difficulties in the world cannot defeat him. He exudes a unique charm that attracts people involuntarily.

Meng Jin's eyes were fixed on the thrilling scene in front of him. His heart was surging violently like a raging sea, and his face was instantly filled with fear. He pondered inwardly: Qing Changtian was in a desperate situation with a serious injury that was difficult to heal, but he still had a resolute and fearless determination and stepped into the cruel battlefield filled with smoke and flames without hesitation. This situation really made Meng Jin feel incredible. His heart seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt. The shock was like a surging wave, which was difficult to calm down for a long time. The surprise was revealed on his face without any concealment, making his facial features seem to be slightly distorted by this strong emotion.

Then, Qing Changtian's movements were as swift as lightning, and he increased the speed and frequency of his attacks. The sword shadow was like a violent hurricane and rainstorm, sweeping over with a majestic momentum that was overwhelming and destructive. Each sword shadow was closely connected, without any gaps, like an airtight net, weaving an indestructible line of defense. The sharp sword energy spread, as if it cut the surrounding air into pieces, making it impossible for people to find a gap or way to escape. Wherever the sword shadow passed, the wind whistled, sand and stones flew, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in this terrifying force, as if the end of the world was coming. Meng Jin was shocked by this powerful momentum, his eyes followed Qing Changtian's figure closely, and his heart was full of admiration and amazement for this warrior.