The Great Dream God

Under the mysterious towering tree that seemed to be forgotten by time and exuded an ominous atmosphere, the ancient and sturdy trunk stood quietly like a silent giant, witnessing the vicissitudes of time and strange changes. Meng Jin had just hurried away from an old martial god who suddenly appeared across time and space like a myth. His footsteps were hurried and hurried, and the soles of his shoes rolled over the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, just like his messy mood at the moment. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible but powerful hands. Panic and doubt were like two fighting venomous snakes, biting his reason, making him immersed in the quagmire of panic and unable to extricate himself.

The old martial god seemed to have come from an ancient legendary treasure box covered with dust and spider webs. He was wearing an old black robe. Although the black robe was full of traces of years, the corners were slightly worn and the color was dark, it faintly exuded an ancient and fascinating pressure, as if it contained endless mysterious power. His face was like an ancient rock engraved with the marks of wars, wars, and countless battles in the past. Every wrinkle was a buried legend, and the deep folds contained mysterious and imaginative stories. His eyes were deep like the abyss, and the faint light flickered and wandered in the depths of his eyes, like an elusive will-o'-the-wisp in the night sky. It was difficult to figure out his intentions even if one tried one's best. Just by looking at him casually, one seemed to be sucked into the endless unknown by his gaze. When he appeared, the area around the Tongtian Tree seemed to be cast under a spell of immobilization. The air froze instantly. The leaves that had been rustling and whispering to each other were now silent. There was no movement at all. The surroundings were so quiet that it seemed as if the whole world had been paused by an invisible giant hand, and time had stopped flowing. But after a short period of silence, there was the nightmare scene of zombies breaking out of the ground, as if they came from the abyss of hell.

Now, Meng Jin's steps are unsteady and his body is swaying, like a drunk, standing on a lush and green lawn with a confused mind. This lawn, with grass as dense as a carpet, dewdrops glimmering on the tips of the grass leaves, and a gentle breeze, should be full of comfort and leisure, but at this moment, this lush green seems to be a powerless comfort, and it can't relieve his nerves that are so tense that they seem to be about to break. In his mind, the terrifying scene under the Tongtian Tree is like a silent film cursed by evil, playing uncontrollably over and over again. The soil is like a pot of boiling black slurry, thick and exuding a rotten smell. In the violent surge, zombies twist their bodies, like prisoners breaking free from shackles, breaking out of the ground. Their bodies were as stiff as dead wood, but their movements were agile and counterintuitive, chilling people's backs. Their grayish-grey faces seemed to have been hit hard by frost, without a trace of blood. Their sunken eye sockets were like two deep black holes, with green ghost fires burning inside, flickering and reflecting their hideous faces. Their jagged fangs were exposed, and saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, leaving tiny wet marks on the ground. The stench was overwhelming, making people want to vomit, as if the stench of death had materialized and permeated the surroundings. Their ten fingers were like sharp iron hooks, scratching blindly in the air. Every time they moved a step, their joints would "click". This sound was infinitely amplified in the dead silence, as if playing a piece of death music. Every sound was like a heavy hammer, accurately hitting Meng Jin's already fragile and cracked heart.

Mengjin looked around, and wherever his eyes touched, all kinds of chaos in the streets and alleys of the past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. In that place of market transactions, the greed of human nature was clearly revealed by the copper coins. For a mere copper coin, the vendors could instantly tear off their kind faces, speak ill of each other, and pour out obscene words like a string of cannons, and even fight with fists and feet. The stalls were overturned and the goods were scattered all over the ground. The advice of others seemed to be wind around their ears, and only the tiny profits were in their eyes. Among neighbors, suspicion and calculation were like invisible and sticky spider silk, which entangled the originally warm and affectionate friendship and suffocated it. The sincere smiles and warm greetings when they met in the past were replaced by indifference and suspicion. Coupled with the bizarre and terrifying experience before him, which seemed like a supernatural curse, Meng Jin felt that the world was like a crazy spell cast by evil spirits, completely out of control, and fell into madness and disorder. The danger was like a hungry wolf hiding in the shadows, with green eyes flashing, ready to choose someone to devour at any time, pressing forward step by step, making it impossible to defend against it. Escape became the only and extremely urgent cry in his heart. He just wanted to fly away like a migratory bird, escape far away, find a peaceful paradise like a paradise, and avoid this terrible place that seemed like the end of the world, crumbling, and full of dangers.

But fate was like a cold-blooded executioner holding a sharp blade, mercilessly cutting off the "escape rope" he longed for. Just as he turned around resolutely, straightened his back, as if he wanted to completely break with this crazy world and took the first step to escape with a resolute attitude, the change was like a bolt from the blue, coming down without any warning. In an instant, the air above the lawn, which originally flowed peacefully, carried a faint grass fragrance, and seemed to be gently caressing everything, seemed to be twisted and twisted by a pair of invisible giant hands from the Netherworld, full of brute force and hostility, like the hands of the devil. The "sizzling" shriek sounded suddenly, sharp and piercing, like the howling of evil ghosts, instantly breaking the tranquility and peace. The space was like thin and fragile rice paper that would break at the slightest blow, and was rubbed by brute force, instantly wrinkled and twisted, and the smooth and orderly "spatial texture" of the past was completely destroyed. Dark and deep cracks, as if leading to an endless dark abyss that could devour everything in the world and where even light could hardly escape, tore open without any warning. At the edges of the cracks, cold blue light flickered and danced, like the cunning eyes of a vicious beast lurking in them, spying on its prey. The chill penetrated the bones, as if polar ice needles pierced the skin. A bloodthirsty desire filled the air, as if it could smell human blood and could not wait to drag the intruders into the darkness.

Meng Jin's heart suddenly sank, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar for thousands of years. The chill ran from the soles of his feet along his spine to his forehead, and his hair stood up. Before he could recover from the state of shock that made his brain go blank and his eyes go dumbfounded, several huge octopus monsters, as if they had crawled out of the abyss of the underworld or the devil's lair, came out of the cracks one after another with pungent and fishy winds, with their teeth and claws bared. Their bodies were as tall as mountains, more than two people tall, like standing black towers, and their inky black skin seemed to have been cursed by thousands of years of evil spirits, with a creepy and spine-chilling strange light. When you look closely, you can see that they are so slippery that they seem to be coated with a layer of mucus, which is disgusting to the touch, and are covered with dense, quail egg-sized bumps, just like scabies on the body of a demon, emitting a foul and strange smell. The eight tentacles were as thick as century-old tree roots. When they danced wildly, they were like heavy battering rams. The whirring sound caused the surrounding grass to be lifted up, and the earth and rocks to fly. The mud was scattered like a hidden weapon. The suction cups on the tentacles opened and closed, like a bloody mouth, greedily capturing the surrounding air. After locking onto Meng Jin, a tentacle stretched out like a python and tightly wrapped around his ankle. It was so powerful that it seemed to embed into his flesh and blood. Immediately, an overwhelming force came, and his body was dragged uncontrollably towards the crack in space. The cold wind blowing out of the crack was like an ice knife cutting his face, carrying a horrible suction force that could crush his soul and make him lose his mind in an instant, as if to drag him into the dark purgatory without sunlight or moonlight. It was like an endless black hole, with only despair and deathly silence.

Life and death are at stake. Meng Jin's pupils shrink sharply, and determination and anger flash in his eyes, just like a trapped beast fighting hard. A beast forced into a desperate situation bursts out with amazing strength and courage in order to survive. He gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulged, and his bloodshot eyes widened, as if burning beacons, red and hot. His right hand was like lightning across the night sky, swiftly and accurately reaching for his waist. With a "clang", the sword came out of the sheath, and the cold light was like a meteor that cut through the sky in the dark night. The blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through the void, cut off the shackles of fate, and cut off all the ties of bad luck. In a desperate situation, the sword seemed to be in tune with the master's mind, sensing the surging fighting spirit, and trembling slightly, just like the low hum of a war drum, cheering and emboldening the upcoming life-and-death battle, as if fighting side by side with the master.

Meng Jin took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently like a surging tide, mobilizing the spiritual power that had been hidden in his body for a long time, like a sleeping lion ready to go. The spiritual power was like a rushing river, surging along the meridians of his arm to the sword. In an instant, a dazzling holy light burst out from the sword, the light was so bright and dazzling, just like the scorching sun breaking through layers of dark clouds, dispelling the thick inky darkness around it, and wherever the light reached, the shadows melted and retreated like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, giving this dangerous place a glimmer of hope, as if a crack of hope was torn open in the despair.

"Holy Light Slash!" Meng Jin roared, the sound was like thunder, the sound waves shook the surrounding grass leaves and made them tremble and fall, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and he swung his sword to slash at the tentacles wrapped around his ankles. The blade collided with the tentacles, making a dull sound, just like the sound of a huge bell and the sound of metal clashing. With every swing, he poured all his strength into resisting the monster's amazing power. The tentacles were extremely tough, like thick and tough ancient vines wrapped around trees, and giant marine cables bearing weight. They had experienced erosion by wind and rain and years of tempering, but under Meng Jin's angry blow and the sharp slashing of the power of holy light, they broke one after another, and dark green mucus splashed everywhere, like the pus and blood of the devil, emitting a pungent stench that almost made people faint. The mucus fell to the ground, like strong acid corrosion, and the grass smoked and burned black.

Meng Jin gasped heavily, his feet firmly planted on the ground, like a pine tree standing tall, sweat dripping down his cheeks and dripping onto the sword blade, emitting white smoke, like water dripping into a boiling oil pan. He stared at the monster's every move with a falcon-like gaze, holding the sword tightly in his hand, and continued to swing the sword, exerting all his strength in every move, struggling with the monster, just like a lone warrior trapped in a thorn bush, using his flesh and blood as a shield to resist the unknown fear, and using the sharp blade in his hand as a spear to pierce the dark haze, vowing to completely repel this terrifying thing.