The Great Dream God

Meng Jin was like a lonely iceberg, standing silently between the vast sky and earth, with an upright figure, but exuding endless chill. His eyes were as cold as frost, just like the ice that had not melted for thousands of years in the polar regions. His eyes without any warmth were like the cold light flashing in the cold night, revealing a chilling breath that made people afraid.

His expressionless face, like an ice sculpture, seemed to be frozen by the frost of time, and every line seemed to speak of coldness and ruthlessness. The cold aura spread, as if it could freeze the surrounding air into ice, making people feel cold and creepy.

He just snorted coldly, and the sound seemed to come from the deepest part of the Netherworld, carrying endless chill and gloom. The sound was like the roar of evil spirits in hell, carrying bone-chilling coldness and despair, as if it could freeze a person's soul into ice, and an unspeakable fear surged from the depths of one's heart.

"Princess Ziyang, this is where you will be buried!" Meng Jin's voice was cold and deep, like a ruthless declaration from hell. Every word he said was like a cold blade, piercing people's eardrums and making people's souls tremble. The cold tone contained endless murderous intent and determination, as if Princess Ziyang's fate was already determined.

Upon hearing this, Princess Ziyang smiled contemptuously, with a hint of disdain and sarcasm in her smile. She was like a plum blossom blooming in the cold winter. Although she was in trouble, she still exuded a proud aura. She said, "Meng Jin, you are too arrogant! Do you think you can take my life?" She stood there quietly, with a graceful figure, like a weeping willow swaying in the wind, but with a firm strength. There was a hint of calmness and confidence in her eyes, as if she didn't care about Meng Jin's threat at all. Her eyes seemed to say that the outcome of this battle was still unknown.

Meng Jin did not say much. He slowly raised his foot. The movement seemed slow, but it actually contained an indescribable sense of power. His feet seemed to contain an endless source of power, and every muscle tremor seemed to cause the world to tremble. His whole body strength was like a surging tide, constantly converging on the point of the raised foot. The air around him seemed to become heavy and oppressive because of the gathering of this majestic power. That power seemed to be about to break through the shackles and burst out with energy that could destroy the world.

"Just wait and see!" Meng Jin shouted, his voice exploding like thunder, shaking the whole world. His voice contained endless power and determination, as if it could destroy everything in the world. He kicked hard into the air. This kick seemed simple, but it contained all his strength and momentum, as if it could tear the world apart. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world was left with only the power of this kick.

In an instant, an extremely powerful air wave was generated with his feet as the center. The air wave was like a surging, boundless and violent sea wave, carrying the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas, roaring towards Princess Ziyang like a tiger. The power contained in the air wave seemed to be the most primitive anger between heaven and earth, enough to destroy everything that stood in its way. Wherever the air wave passed, the air made a sharp whistling sound, and the sound seemed to be the wailing of countless resentful spirits, cheering for this powerful force. The sound resounded through the sky, making people's hearts tremble.

"That's all you can do?!" Princess Ziyang snorted coldly, her voice full of disdain. Her voice was crisp and cold, like an icy ridge in the cold night, piercing people's hearts. The protective shield on her body shone brightly, like a bright sun, dazzling and dazzling. The light contained powerful power, as if it was the most solid fortress in the world, ready to meet the impact of this fierce air wave. The light illuminated the entire battlefield, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The air wave was like a violent ancient beast awakening from its deep sleep, carrying endless power and anger. It smashed fiercely on the protective shield of Princess Ziyang with the force of thunder. There was a loud "bang", as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting, and the air wave suddenly exploded. The powerful impact made the surrounding air seem to solidify, and time seemed to stop flowing at this moment. The whole space was shocked by this powerful force and fell into a brief silence, as if everything in the world was eclipsed by this power.

However, the development of the matter was beyond the expectations of Princess Ziyang. At the moment when the air wave hit the protective shield, it strangely split into three parts, and then fell heavily on the ground. The ground suddenly raised a cloud of dust that covered the sky and the sun, and the three air waves stood there like three towering earthen mountains. The dust spread out, as if it was a doomsday sandstorm, making it impossible to see the scene in front of you.

Then, in the three waves of air that were like dirt mountains, three small white semicircular balls of light appeared. The balls of light emitted a mysterious and brilliant light, like the bright stars in the night sky, which made people look at them with awe. The light was as beautiful as a dream, but it also contained endless dangers. Three thunderbolts suddenly swung out from the balls of light. The three thunderbolts were like extremely agile silver snakes, twisting and turning in the air with a strong posture. They flashed with dazzling arcs, as if they were the symbol of the most powerful force between heaven and earth.

With the terrifying power to destroy everything, they fiercely whipped at the protective shield of Princess Ziyang. The sound of "crackling" continued to come, and the sound was like a deafening firecracker. The three thunders attacked the protective shield frantically, and each time they whipped the protective shield, it trembled violently, as if it was groaning in pain. Under this powerful attack, the light of the protective shield began to dim, as if it would break at any time.

Princess Ziyang's face began to become solemn. Her original calmness and confidence gradually disappeared, replaced by a trace of uneasiness and anxiety. Her eyes no longer had the previous contempt, but were replaced by deep worry. "Huh?!!!" Princess Ziyang exclaimed, her voice full of shock and disbelief. She never thought that Meng Jin's attack was so powerful that cracks began to appear in her protective shield.

"Humph!!!" Meng Jin said coldly, with a hint of pride and disdain in his voice. His eyes flashed with a light of victory, as if he had already seen the defeat of Princess Ziyang.

She was horrified to find that tiny cracks began to appear on her protective shield, spreading rapidly like a spider web. The cracks became more and more numerous and denser, as if they were going to swallow up the entire protective shield. She secretly cried out in her heart that something was wrong, and a feeling of uneasiness surged into her heart like a tide, making her feel difficult to breathe and her heartbeat accelerated. The uneasiness was like an invisible big hand, tightly strangling her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

As expected, in the next second, a more powerful thunderbolt, like an extremely sharp sword, cut through the sky and hit the protective shield with lightning speed. With a "crack", the originally indestructible protective shield was instantly shattered by this powerful force, and turned into countless fragments scattered all over the ground. The fragments flashed the last light, like the falling of stars, sad and beautiful, and heart-pounding. The light was like the last sigh of life, making people feel extremely sad.

Princess Ziyang's eyes were filled with shock and fear, and her body trembled involuntarily, like a leaf swaying in the wind. She had never thought that her protective shield would be broken so easily. Facing this sudden change, she felt an unprecedented helplessness and despair. Her eyes were filled with reluctance to her fate, but she could not change it.

"Meng Jin, you..." Princess Ziyang said in a trembling voice, full of fear and unwillingness. Her voice was like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

"I told you that today is the day you die!" There was no mercy or sympathy in Meng Jin's eyes, only cold murderous intent. His eyes were like a sharp blade, piercing straight at Princess Ziyang, as if to completely crush her soul. His voice was cold and firm, like the sentence of the god of death, making it irresistible.