The Great Dream God

The blazing flames suddenly rose up, just like a violent beast that broke free from its restraints, wantonly showing its ferocious fangs. The blazing flames were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, raging wildly at everything around it with an unstoppable momentum. The flames burned fiercely, as if they were going to devour the entire world. The heat was so high that the air seemed to be burning, making a "crackling" sound. The flames were like a surging torrent, carrying the power to destroy the world, and pounced on the group of Qingque people like a violent storm.

Princess Ziyang waved her jade hand lightly, the movement was graceful and carried an irresistible majesty. She said in a cold voice: "You Green Birds, today is your doom!" Her voice was crisp and cold, like frost in the cold night, making people shudder. Under her control, the blazing flames were like a roaring fire dragon, carrying endless anger, sweeping towards the Green Birds. In an instant, the flames enveloped the Green Birds, forming a sea of ​​fire.

"Ah!" The Greenbirds screamed in fear, their voices filled with despair and fear. "My body is burning!" They struggled in pain, trying to escape from the blazing flames, but they were powerless. The flames devoured their bodies mercilessly, their skin sizzled under the burning flames, and emitted a pungent burnt smell.

Princess Ziyang remained unmoved. Her eyes were as cold as frost as she quietly watched the Qingque people struggling in the flames. There was no trace of pity in her eyes, only endless indifference and determination. In an instant, the flames burned fiercely, and the bodies of the Qingque people gradually dissipated under the blazing flames, turning into countless bright golden light spots, like the gorgeous and dazzling stars in the night sky, shining brightly. These light spots intertwined with each other, like a dream, and magically outlined a mysterious six-pointed star array.

"What is this?" The guard beside Princess Ziyang asked in surprise. His voice was full of confusion and shock, and his eyes were fixed on the mysterious hexagram array.

Princess Ziyang stared at the hexagram array and said slowly, "This array must contain some mysterious power, which should not be underestimated." Her voice was steady and firm, and her eyes revealed a deep thought. The hexagram array was like the most dazzling gem in the world, shining with charming light. Every ray of light seemed to contain endless mysterious power. The light was dazzling, as dazzling as the sun, and people dared not look directly at it. However, this light was only a short bloom. In a blink of an eye, the hexagram array fell to the ground like a meteor, raising a cloud of dust. The dust spread like a thick fog, making the whole scene look like a doomsday picture, full of despair and destruction.

Just as the dust had not yet settled, Princess Ziyang raised her head slightly, and a sharp light flashed in her beautiful eyes. She saw a soldier in shiny armor, walking towards her with steady steps. The soldier's figure was looming in the dust, giving people a mysterious and majestic feeling.

Princess Ziyang snorted coldly: "Who is coming?" Her voice was full of majesty and disdain, as if the person in front of her was not worth her attention at all.

The soldier stopped and answered loudly: "I am from the Qingque tribe! Qinglong Ling!" His voice was loud and firm, full of an unyielding will. This person exuded an extremely cold aura, like the biting cold wind in the cold winter, which made people shudder. His eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could see through everything. Princess Ziyang's eyes were as sharp as torches, and she recognized this person in an instant. He was the last of the three masters of the Qingque tribe.

Qing Long Ling's expression was as cold as ice. He closed his eyes, waved his hands quickly, and muttered: "Use my power to summon the hexagram array and devour everything!" His voice was deep and powerful, as if it contained a mysterious power. Behind him, a hexagram array was condensed with powerful energy. The light of the array flowed, as deep as a whirlpool, and the mysterious power contained in it seemed to be able to devour the whole world. The light in the array flickered, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, giving people a mysterious and dangerous feeling.

Then, countless swords with gleaming cold light gushed out from the hexagram magic circle. These swords were like dense raindrops in a violent storm, with unparalleled momentum, rushing towards Princess Ziyang. The light of the swords was as cold as ice, making people feel a bone-chilling chill.

"Protect the princess!" The guards shouted in unison, their voices full of loyalty and determination. They drew their weapons and prepared to meet the enemy. Their eyes were full of determination, as if they were ready to sacrifice for the princess at any time.

Princess Ziyang raised her hand to stop them: "I want to see what this expert from the Qingque clan is capable of!" Her voice was full of confidence and disdain, as if she didn't take the Qinglong Spirit's attack seriously at all. She raised her jade hand, and the flame in her hand instantly rose up. The flame was hot and gorgeous, like a blooming red lotus. Under her exquisite control, the blazing flame quickly formed an indestructible wall of fire in front of her eyes. The wall of fire burned fiercely, and between the flames jumping, it seemed as if countless elves were dancing. The color of the flame was bright and dazzling, like a gorgeous rainbow, and the scorching temperature seemed to ignite the air.

She controlled the fire wall and her own body in the void, her figure was as light as a swallow, and every movement was extremely graceful, yet contained great power. She was like a dancing butterfly, freely shuttling through the flames. Every movement of hers was full of rhythm and beauty, which made people fall in love with her. She stepped forward step by step, approaching Qinglong Ling step by step, and her firm eyes revealed unparalleled confidence and determination. She said loudly: "Qinglong Ling, today is the day you die!" Her voice was full of domineering and majesty, making people feel an irresistible power.

The swords collided with the wall of fire like a violent storm, making a clanging sound, the sound was like the sound of metal clashing, resounding through the sky. The sound was clear and loud, as if announcing the beginning of a fierce battle.

"Humph, you think you can hurt me with this?" Princess Ziyang said disdainfully. Her voice was full of ridicule and contempt, as if the attack of the Azure Dragon Spirit was nothing to her.

Some swords were instantly bounced back by the strong resistance of the fire wall, turning into streams of light that disappeared into the distant sky, as short and dazzling as gorgeous fireworks. Those streams of light drew a beautiful arc in the sky and then disappeared into the endless darkness. Some, under the exquisite manipulation of the Azure Dragon Spirit, deftly bypassed the fire wall and continued to attack Princess Ziyang like a venomous snake.

Princess Ziyang's eyes were cold, and the flames in her hands were getting hotter. She controlled the wall of fire, constantly resisting Qinglong Ling's attacks, while looking for opportunities to counterattack. Her eyes revealed a firm belief, as if she would not back down no matter what difficulties she encountered. She shouted, "Qinglong Ling, I don't care about your tricks!" Her voice was full of confidence and domineering, making people feel an unparalleled power.