The Great Dream God

However, Meng Jin was merciless and killed two members of the Qingque clan with his sword. This behavior completely angered the Qingque clan, and they fell into a rage. "Meng Jin, you devil! We will fight you! We will defend our dignity with our blood! We will protect our homeland with our lives!" Their voices were full of anger and despair, which was a kind of hatred for the enemy and unwillingness to accept fate.

A fierce battle was about to begin, and the city walls were filled with thick smoke, like the breath of hell. The sun was blocked by dark clouds, and the earth fell into darkness.

When Qingyun saw this scene, the anger in his heart was like a raging fire, burning fiercely and extremely hot, as if the flames of anger were going to devour the whole world. His eyes were wide open, and his eyes were filled with angry flames. The anger in his heart was like surging waves, rolling endlessly and unstoppable. His figure flashed like a gust of wind, and in an instant, it turned into a cloud that was as ethereal as gas. The cloud was not an ordinary thing, but contained a power as boundless as the vast ocean. Its momentum was magnificent, like a galloping horse, rushing towards Mengjin with a magnificent momentum of crushing withered and rotten, and unstoppable.

Meng Jin showed no fear. He stood tall and straight, like a towering mountain, between heaven and earth. His body suddenly burst into a brilliant golden light, which was just like the sun in the sky, dazzling and brilliant, instantly blasting the clouds transformed by Qingyun. In a moment, the clouds transformed by Qingyun turned into countless scattered gases, which diffused in the surrounding air, like a dreamlike bubble, and disappeared in an instant.

However, what was unexpected was that Qingyun was determined not to give up. His unyielding will was as hard as steel. He once again used his extraordinary magical powers and turned into a thick fog as thick as ink, which tightly surrounded Mengjin and his companions. The thick fog spread out like a thick curtain, covering everything in it, making it impossible to see the road ahead and feel the direction. Qingyun gave an order, and the voice seemed to come from the abyss of the Nine Nether Hell, filled with supreme majesty and bone-chilling coldness: "Everyone of the Qingque tribe, besiege Mengjin!" His voice echoed in the thick fog, with an irresistible force. The people of the Qingque tribe moved at the order, like a surging tide, rushing towards Mengjin. Their figures were looming in the thick fog, like ghosts, with a palpitating breath.

Meng Jin's heart was like an endless deep sea, filled with endless desires. The desires were like surging waves, surging in the depths of his soul. He only hoped to get rid of the nightmare-like fog as soon as possible. The fog was like an endless dark net, binding him tightly with its eerie power, almost suffocating him. Every breath he took seemed so difficult, as if the air was swallowed by the fog, leaving only a depressing dullness.

In his eyes, the determination and resoluteness were like a burning flame, hot and bright, as if the flame erupted from the depths of his soul, with the power to burn all darkness. The flame danced in his eyes, like the only dawn in the darkness, illuminating his way forward, giving him endless courage and strength, allowing him to take every step firmly in this seemingly hopeless predicament.

However, at the moment when he resolutely took that crucial step forward, the dense fog that seemed to be as calm as dead water, as if there were countless hideous ghosts lurking, suddenly ejected one after another of extremely sharp flying knives without any warning. The flying knives were like the claws of the devil stretched out from hell, flashing a chilling cold light. The cold light was just like the strange light that came out of the abyss of the underworld, cold and gloomy, making people afraid. The cold light spread wantonly in the dense fog, like an invisible force of fear, corroding people's hearts.

These flying knives, like a violent storm, attacked his protective shield with overwhelming force. The cold light shone brightly in the thick fog, just like stars falling from the distant sky, carrying a terrifying aura that could destroy everything. Each flying knife contained a shocking and powerful force, as if it was the power of chaos at the beginning of the universe, which could crush everything in the world into nothingness. The speed of the flying knives was as fast as lightning that pierced the night sky, leaving people no time to react; the power was as strong as a 10,000-ton boulder pressing down on their heads, making people feel an irresistible sense of oppression.

All that could be heard was the continuous sound of "ding-dong-dong" collisions, like a movement of death playing in the thick fog. The sound echoed in the silent fog, like the bells of hell, announcing the coming of doomsday. The flying knife hit his protective shield mercilessly like dense raindrops. Under this violent attack, the protective shield continued to withstand huge impacts, as if it was a lone boat in a storm, which could be swallowed by the surging waves at any time. The light on the protective shield kept flickering under the attack of the flying knife, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Shocking cracks gradually appeared on the protective shield. Those cracks, like a winding spider web, spread rapidly, as if they were going to tear the entire protective shield into pieces. Every crack was accompanied by a slight "click" sound. The sound was particularly clear in the silent fog, as if the protective shield was groaning in pain. The cracks became more and more numerous and deeper, like the claw marks of a demon, ruthlessly tearing the defense of the protective shield.

As time went by, the cracks continued to spread like a demon's curse, becoming more and more numerous and deeper. The entire protective shield seemed to be overwhelmed and shaky under this fierce attack.

Seeing this, Qingyun couldn't help but secretly rejoice. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a contemptuous arc, and his eyes revealed a trace of disdain, as if he had seen the dawn of victory just around the corner. His smug look seemed to announce to the world that his victory was coming. However, at the moment when he was too proud of himself, the angry curses of the Qingque tribe came from behind him. His heart was shocked, and he hurriedly looked back, only to see that the Ziyang Princess, who was originally lying on the ground, had taken advantage of the chaos to escape quietly.

Princess Ziyang fled down the city wall in a panic and stepped into the prosperous scene of Kyoto. Her figure was particularly eye-catching on the bustling streets, and her messy hair was like a mess of silk threads, flying freely in the wind. Her torn and ragged clothes seemed to be traces of time, telling of her hardships and sufferings. However, her eyes revealed an unwavering determination, and that determination was like a dazzling star, shining in her eyes. She stumbled all the way to her mansion, and her steps were heavy, but full of strength.