The Great Dream God

Princess Zi Yang's body was trembling slightly, her eyes revealed a hint of despair and unwillingness, and she said weakly: "You...how dare you..." Her voice was like a thin thread that could break at any time.

She tried to struggle to stand up, but the flying knife that penetrated her forehead made her strength drain away quickly. Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but she could only make a faint moan.

Qingniao pressed forward step by step, without any mercy in his eyes, and said: "The sins you have committed are unforgivable!" His voice was full of firm belief, as if he wanted to destroy Princess Ziyang completely.

At this moment, a group of guards suddenly appeared beside Princess Ziyang. They protected Princess Ziyang tightly in the middle, forming a solid line of defense. One of the guards shouted, "Protect the princess!" His voice was full of loyalty and determination, as if he was willing to give everything for Princess Ziyang.

Bluebird snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "You ants think you can stop me?" His eyes were full of contempt, as if these guards were as small as ants in his eyes.

The guards used their unique skills to try to resist the attack of the blue bird. They were like a group of brave warriors, fighting a fierce battle on the city wall.

A guard shouted, "Don't be afraid, let's go together!" His voice was full of courage and determination, as if he was determined to fight the blue bird to the death.

Another guard said: "For the princess, let's fight to the death!" His voice was full of loyalty and passion, which made people admire their courage.

However, Qingniao's strength was too strong. He swung the sword in his hand, and a strong sword energy instantly swept towards the guards. The sword energy was like a gust of wind, sweeping everything and filling people's hearts with fear.

The guards' resistance seemed so feeble and powerless, they were knocked back by the sword energy. Their figures seemed so tiny under the impact of the sword energy, as if they could be swallowed up by this powerful force at any time.

A guard said in horror: "This guy is too strong, we are no match for him at all!" His voice was full of fear and despair, and his originally determined eyes were now filled with fear.

Bluebird looked at these guards and sneered, "You don't know your own limitations!" His voice was full of sarcasm, as if he was mocking the ignorance and stupidity of these guards.

Then, Qingniao mercilessly slashed the sword at Princess Ziyang's head. The sword flashed a cold light in the sun, carrying endless murderous intent, as if it was the sickle of the god of death, about to reap Princess Ziyang's life. Just as the sword was about to fall, Qingyun made a move. He tightly grasped Qingniao's sword, his eyes full of helplessness and struggle.

Bluebird glared at Qingyun and called him a traitor, accusing him of becoming a lackey of Princess Ziyang and betraying the Bluebird tribe. "Qingyun, you traitor! You actually betrayed our people for this evil woman! Do you deserve us? Have you forgotten the sufferings of our Bluebird tribe? Have you forgotten the glory of our ancestors?" His voice was full of anger and disappointment, a kind of pain of being betrayed, gnawing at his heart like a poisonous snake.

Qingyun explained helplessly that he did this for the sake of the overall situation and hoped that the people in the tribe could understand. "Qingniao, I am not betraying my people. Everything I do is for the safety of my people. If I kill Princess Ziyang at this time, it will bring disaster to my people. I hope you can understand my difficulties. I know the sufferings of our Qingque people, but we cannot act on impulse. We must consider the future of our people." His voice was full of helplessness and sadness, a deep emotion, like a river flowing endlessly.

At this critical moment of the stalemate, the people of the Qingque tribe rushed directly onto the city wall like a surging tide. They were agile and nimble like cheetahs, and made a dull sound when they landed, as if the earth was shaking. Their eyes were full of determination and determination, a desire for freedom and a pursuit of dignity. They surrounded Qingyun and Princess Ziyang in an instant, forming an indestructible human wall.

It turned out that they had carefully planned this assassination mission without telling Qingyun. The flame of revenge burned in their hearts. In order to take back the sacred object that the Qingque tribe had long dreamed of and to get rid of the oppression of Princess Ziyang, they would do anything. Their eyes were full of hope and expectation, as if they saw the dawn of victory shining ahead.

They issued a final ultimatum to Qingyun, asking him to leave Princess Ziyang and return to the Qingque clan. "Qingyun, you are a member of our Qingque clan, you should return to our side and fight the enemy with us! Our blood is connected, our souls are connected, we are a whole, an indivisible family!" Their voices were as loud as a bell, full of power, that is a united force, a fearless spirit.

After a lot of inner struggle, Qingyun finally chose to return to the Qingque tribe. He slowly turned his head and looked at Princess Ziyang on the ground. At this time, some people in the crowd picked up stones and smashed Princess Ziyang fiercely, while others kicked her wantonly. Princess Ziyang was in a state of embarrassment. Her once noble face was now covered in blood and dust, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair. Her former arrogance and conceit were gone at this moment, leaving only endless fear and regret.

However, at this moment, Meng Jin suddenly led his brothers to rush up the city wall like a tiger. Their momentum was as turbulent as a tidal wave, making people feel an irresistible force. Their eyes were full of determination and determination, which was a desire for victory and a pursuit of glory.

Meng Jin waved his hand and told the people around him with great momentum, "We will never allow these guys in front of us to escape from the city wall. We must wipe them out in one breath! I will let them know the consequences of offending me! I will make them tremble in fear and perish in despair!" His voice was as passionate as a war drum, full of desire to fight. It was a kind of contempt for the enemy and confidence in himself.

The people of the Qingque tribe initially tried to negotiate with Mengjin, hoping to avoid a bloody conflict. "Mengjin, there is no deep hatred between us, why do we have to kill each other? We just want to take back what belongs to us, we don't want to provoke a meaningless war. We hope to resolve this peacefully so that everyone can live a peaceful life." There was a hint of pleading in their voices, a desire for peace and respect for life.