The Great Dream God

At this extremely dangerous and life-threatening moment, time seemed to freeze, and every second was filled with endless tension and fear. The air around seemed to become heavy, and the depressing atmosphere was like an invisible mountain, making it almost impossible to breathe.

At this moment, every detail in the scene is particularly clear. The surrounding environment is dilapidated and desolate. The place that may have been a prosperous place is now only a pile of broken walls in a disorderly manner. The erosion of time has left deep marks on these broken walls. They are like silent witnesses, quietly telling the tragic battles and vicissitudes that have taken place here. On the barren land, weeds grow wantonly and spread without scruples. The feeling of desolation surges like a tide, making people feel sad.

In this desolate and dilapidated ruin, Princess Ziyang jumped out like a purple lightning that cut through the darkness. Princess Ziyang stood tall and straight, like a pine tree standing proudly on the edge of a cliff, tenacious and unyielding. Her eyes were firm and deep, as if they contained the entire sea of ​​stars. The determination revealed in her eyes was like a towering mountain, which shocked people. Her long hair like a waterfall fluttered in the wind, and every strand of hair seemed to be full of life, adding a bit of heroic temperament to her.

She slowly raised her slender hand that contained endless power. Her hand was as white as jade, like a carefully carved work of art. Under her delicate skin, it seemed as if she was hiding a powerful force that could destroy everything. Her palm was precisely aimed at Mengjin in front of her, and her eyes were burning with raging anger, as if the anger was going to burn the whole world to ashes. The blazing anger made people dare not look at it, for fear of being swallowed by it and falling into an irretrievable situation.

Then, she shot out dazzling purple fireballs from her palm. The fireballs were dazzling, like powerful artillery shells, carrying the force of thunder and lightning, and whistled towards Mengjin like a hurricane. The fireballs streaked through the air, leaving behind brilliant trails, like bright meteors in the universe, instantly illuminating this dark corner. With the dull sound of "bang bang bang bang", the fireballs set off violent heat waves in the air, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited and became extremely hot.

Dust was raised up, forming a hazy smoke, shrouding the whole scene in a mysterious atmosphere, making people feel as if they were in an illusory world. The fireballs hit Meng Jin like meteorites, making a series of dull crashes. Meng Jin's body was like a worn-out sandbag, shaking constantly under this fierce attack. His clothes were instantly scorched, turning into pieces of black fragments that drifted wantonly in the wind. There were also terrible scars on his skin, and blood kept pouring out of the wounds, staining his body red. The shocking scene made people unable to bear to look directly at it.

Painful groans flowed out of his throat uncontrollably, the sound was full of pain and despair, as if it was a wail from hell. The chains that bound him also made a harsh rattling sound as he struggled, the sound seemed particularly abrupt in this fierce battle, as if it was cheering wildly for this thrilling battle.

At this moment, at the edge of the ruins, a mysterious flute sound like the sound of nature came from afar. The flute sound was melodious and gentle, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story. Each note was like a spirit jumping in the air, smart and beautiful, and contained an indescribable mysterious power.

Lisa was holding a crystal clear flute, which sparkled charmingly in the sun, like a rare treasure. She opened her red lips and played this touching melody. The melody was like a clear spring, slowly flowing in people's hearts, making people intoxicated and forgetting all the noise and disturbances around them.

After hearing this voice, Princess Ziyang subconsciously covered her ears, trying to resist the invasion of this mysterious power. However, her efforts were in vain. The mysterious power was like an invisible giant hand, tightly binding her. Her body gradually fell into an irresistible state of anesthesia, unable to move at all. Her eyes also became a little blurry, and the eyes that were originally full of anger gradually lost their luster and became dim.

Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, Meng Jin mobilized all the energy in his body to the extreme. In an instant, his body began to burst into extremely hot flames. The flames were hot and dazzling, as if they were going to burn everything in the world. He clenched his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes revealed a firm determination.

His body was trembling slightly, and every muscle was tense, showing that he was trying his best. He knew that this was his only chance to get out of the predicament, and he had to go all out. In this difficult moment, his will was as firm as steel, and he did not back down.

Meng Jin tried desperately to tear a hole in the rock-hard chain net in front of him. However, the chain net was extremely strong, like an insurmountable natural barrier. Although he tried his best, the scorching flames burned black marks on the chain net, but the chain net still resisted stubbornly, without any signs of loosening.

His sweat fell like rain, dripping onto the hot ground and instantly turned into a wisp of smoke. But he did not give up and kept trying. He had only one belief in his heart, which was to break free of this bondage and regain his freedom.

In this fierce battle, time seemed to be extremely long. Princess Ziyang was trapped in the power of the mysterious flute sound, unable to move, while Meng Jin was desperately struggling against the solid chain net.

Everything around seemed to be still, only the flames of Mengjin were burning, only the chain net was resisting stubbornly, and only the mysterious flute sound was echoing.

Meng Jin's eyes were full of determination and unyielding, he kept adjusting his strength, trying to find the weak point of the chain net. His breathing became rapid, but his movements did not slow down at all.

Finally, with his unremitting efforts, a tiny crack appeared in the chain net. Meng Jin saw hope, and he concentrated his strength on that crack even more desperately, and the flame burned even more fiercely.

The crack gradually expanded under the burning of the flames, and Meng Jin felt a surge of joy in his heart. But he knew that it was not the time to relax yet, and he had to make a concerted effort to completely break the shackles of the chain net.

He increased his power output again, and the flame rushed towards the crack like a roaring dragon. With a "click", the chain net was finally torn into a gap.

Meng Jin's body broke free from the gap, and he felt an unprecedented sense of relief. However, he had no time to enjoy this freedom, because the battle was not over yet.