I Have a Dream, Meng Yun Returns (Part 2)

Chapter 1689 I Have a Dream, Meng Yun Returns (Part 2)

As soon as the order from King Yi Luo came out, Meng Yungui did not retreat but advanced, leading the remaining dozens of Yuhua Camp soldiers to rush onto the tower ship!

King Yi Luo had a strange look on his face. Meng Yungui actually dared to rush here at this time!

If you rush out, you still have a chance to escape the trap, but if you rush onto the boat, you will be walking into the trap yourself!

In his opinion, risking his own life to rescue the slaves on the ship was an extremely stupid move.

"A great master of heaven, with extraordinary talent and fame, but he often makes stupid moves, and his reputation is not worthy of it! Meng Yungui, you can die now!"

King Yi Luo allowed Meng Yungui to kill on the ship. He didn't need to do anything. The armies of gods and demons on both wings had already blocked Meng Yungui and dozens of soldiers from the Yuhua Camp.

The Shenwu Guards attacked from the rear, and this battle had turned into a situation of catching a turtle in a jar.

Yi Luo Tianwang looked on coldly, only to see that Meng Yungui and others were surrounded, still fighting, trying to rush to his side.

The number of Meng Yungui's remaining dozens of Yuhua Camp soldiers was decreasing, and they died one after another, but they still stayed by their general's side, blocking the magical weapons and supernatural powers of the Heavenly Army for him.

If you can't stop it, then stop it with your body, with your life!

"Such bravery is admirable."

King Yiluo praised him repeatedly and clapped his hands, saying: "Meng Yungui, you have such heroic warriors following you, which shows that you are also a hero. Unfortunately, you have to die here with these heroes today."

He still did not take action, and still watched coldly as the soldiers around Meng Yungui fell one by one, watched Meng Yungui's injuries increase, watched him bleed more and more, and his spirit became lower and lower.

Yiluo Tianwang began to move his feet. As he moved, he grabbed a young man and said with a smile, "Is this the kind of human race you want to protect?"

The young man was trembling all over and didn't dare to move.

"If you hit me with one punch, I will let you go." King Yi Luo said to the young man.

The young man opened his mouth and after a moment said in a trembling voice: "Master..."

King Yiluo opened his mouth, pushed the young man into his mouth, and laughed: "Are these the people you want to protect? They are not your people, they are just a group of animals! No, even if they are animals, they will resist before being killed. They are not even as good as animals!"

He captured another old man and continued to attack Meng Yungui's beliefs: "The human race in the south is maggots. They have no thoughts, no wisdom, and are just a pile of walking meat. And you are going to die here for these walking meats! Meng Yungui, do you think it's worth it?"

Meng Yungui rushed onto the boat, his body covered in blood, with only a dozen soldiers left around him.

Winged Heavenly King swallowed the old man in one gulp, then spread his wings violently, causing the army of the Divine Guards to retreat, and the armies on the left and right sides also retreated.

Meng Yungui was panting heavily. He was exhausted and had not much strength left. However, he raised his head and stared at Yi Luo Tianwang fiercely.

Wing Luo Tian Wang put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Master Meng, if you can defeat me, I will let this ship of humans go. Come on, let's do it."

Meng Yungui cheered up, but looked at the soldiers around him who were exhausted.

He was a little hesitant, because the soldiers who accompanied him no longer had the ability to continue fighting.

Suddenly, there was a thud beside him, and an old veteran knelt on the ground with his head drooping, without any breath.

Meng Yungui was stunned to see that this old subordinate who had always followed him was covered in wounds. He had already suffered a fatal injury, his heavenly palace had been shattered, his soul had been riddled with holes, and now he finally couldn't hold on and his soul was scattered.

Beside the old general, a young human god was shaking, forcibly leaning on the sword in his hand. He could no longer hold on and grinned, "Tianshi, I can't follow you anymore..."

His eyes widened, and he suddenly drew his sword, slashed his neck, and cut off his head.

The young god held up his own head, and the head said with a smile: "I will never drag down the Heavenly Master until my death!"

"Tianshi."

Another soldier from the Yuhua Camp stuck the broken gun in his hand on the deck, with the tip of the gun against his chest: "It is my lifelong blessing to be able to follow the Heavenly Master! Heavenly Master, see you in the next life!"

He rushed forward, the tip of the gun piercing his heart, but his body remained standing.

"We no longer have the strength to fight. If we stay with the Heavenly Master, it will be difficult for him to fight Yi Luo with all his strength in order to take care of us!"

The remaining soldiers of the Yuhua Camp activated their own magic weapons, bowed, and used their magic weapons to kill their respective souls.

Meng Yungui's vision was blurred by blood and tears. The eleven figures who died standing and the old subordinate who was kneeling on the ground without breath made him feel sad, yet surprisingly calm.

He blinked hard to squeeze out the tears and blood in his eyes. At this time, the tears and blood only interfered with his vision.

He was not much better than these old subordinates. His divine storage and heavenly palace were also full of cracks, and his soul was on the verge of collapse.

He is not far from death.

"Gentlemen, wait for me for a moment."

He staggered and walked towards Yi Luo Tianwang. At this moment, his breath was strong, and the breath mixed with his blood, dyeing the ship scarlet!

At this moment, King Yi Luo was actually somewhat moved, as Meng Yungui was already at the end of his strength.

In this state, Meng Yungui couldn't even display one tenth of his usual strength!

"Numbers are a technique. They follow the principles of yin and yang and are in harmony with the art of numbers."

As Meng Yungui walked forward, he murmured, "Yin and Yang are zero and one, two for each. Three Talents are heaven, earth and man, three for each. Four Phases are the four emperors, four for each. Five Elements are the five stars, five for each..."

Winged Heavenly King frowned. Meng Yungui was reciting the most basic formulas of numerology. He had heard and learned these basic formulas before.

However, the art of numerology was too complicated. As a demigod, he did not indulge in it, but instead turned to practicing Taoism and magical powers.

Meng Yungui seemed to be reciting these most basic numerology formulas unconsciously, while mobilizing his remaining vital energy to cultivate. Around him, the vital energy gradually transformed into runes, and the runes evolved according to various numerology rules.

Yi Luo Tianwang's expression became solemn. Although he didn't know the purpose of Meng Yungui reciting these basic numerology formulas, he saw that Meng Yungui's runes were transforming into Dao patterns!

The Dao patterns surrounding Meng Yungui were rapidly combining and turning into Dao chains, and the Dao chains were turning into domains!

The vast field of numerology around Meng Yungui is deepening day by day!

In Meng Yungui's current state, he does not have so much energy to display such a powerful domain. However, this person continues to drain the energy from his soul and body, forcing his domain to become stronger and stronger!

More importantly, Yi Luo Tianwang saw that Meng Yungui's great field of numerology was aimed at his skills and supernatural powers. Every Taoist pattern and every Taoist chain was aimed at his weak points!

With this blow, he might die!

The corner of Yi Luo Tianwang's eyes twitched, and he immediately deduced that the most likely possibility was that he and Meng Yungui would die together!

Finally, Meng Yungui took the last step, and his great field of numerology was completed. This final blow was like a vast ocean of numerology, full of mysterious numerology principles!

At this moment, King Yi Luo took a step back, spread his wings, wrapped up the countless human beings from the southern sky on the boat, gathered them in his wings, and went back to meet Meng Yun!

The field of numerology suddenly stopped and stopped in front of the nose of the first Southern Sky human.

Meng Yungui stood there, and suddenly his strength was exhausted, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

King Yi Luo heaved a long sigh, and the humans that were held in his wings fell down one by one. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he laughed loudly, but his laughter was trembling.

"Master Meng, it turns out that you are still too soft-hearted and still can't bring yourself to kill these animals."

His body was shaking a little, and he laughed: "If you didn't care about these animals, you would have killed me. Hehe, it's a pity that you care too much about the lives of your people. This is why you humans can never accomplish anything!"

His body stopped shaking and he stepped forward.

Meng Yungui knelt on the ground and lowered his head.

Winged King pulled out a feather, turned it into a golden sword, and approached him.

Wing Luo Tianwang raised his sword. At this moment, an old man knelt on the ground, trembling, and crawled to his feet. He stood in front of Meng Yungui and raised his head and said, "Master, don't kill him..."

Yi Luo Tianwang frowned, looking at the old farmer who was obviously facing the earth and back to the sky.

"Say it again?" Yi Luo Tianwang said indifferently.

The old farmer said: "Master, don't kill..."

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Wing Luo Tianwang chopped down the old farmer's head with his sword, and the old farmer's head rolled to the side. Wing Luo Tianwang kicked his body away and continued to raise the sword in his hand.

At this time, a young man stood up and opened his arms to block Meng Yungui: "Master, don't kill him!"

Yiluo Tianwang looked at the young man in surprise and said with a smile, "How dare you stand and talk to me?"

"master……"

As soon as the young man said this, the sword flashed and he turned into a headless corpse.

King Yiluo looked around and said with a chuckle, "Who else is standing in my way of killing him?"

Among the crowd of the Nantian human race, one figure after another stood out silently and stood in front of Meng Yungui. There were old people, women and children, and young and strong people. They were silent and no one knelt on the ground.

More and more people blocked Meng Yungui’s way, so many that King Yi Luo frowned, and the anger in his heart grew higher and higher.

"You maggots! How dare you offend God's might!"

King Yiluo was furious and laughed loudly, "There are so many gods in the South Heaven. Even if I kill you all, there will still be many slaves!"

His powerful aura burst out, and he slammed away all the Nan Tian people who were blocking his way. Suddenly, these people who were slammed away by his aura were lifted up in the air by a gentle force.

Yiluo Tianwang snorted coldly, suddenly raised his head and looked at Bai Yuqiong who was walking towards him, and said lightly: "Master Bai Tian, ​​are you going to rebel for these maggots like Meng Yungui?"

Behind him, the South Gate of the ancestral temple was ablaze with flames, filled with endless Taoist power!

Bai Yuqiong looked straight into the eyes of Yiluo Tianwang and said softly, "The Tianwang has great magical powers. He subdued the traitor Meng Yungui. Killing Meng Yungui would only dirty the Tianwang's hands. Let me do it. Meng Yungui is proficient in magic and there is no guarantee that he has a hidden trick."

Wing Luo Tianwang raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Master Bai Tian wants to execute Meng the thief personally? I heard that you two were from the same sect and are considered brothers and sisters. Can you do it?"

Bai Yuqiong stepped forward, came in front of Meng Yungui, drew out a magic sword, and pressed it against Meng Yungui's heart.

When King Yi Luo saw that she had her back to him, he became alert and quietly retreated to avoid her suddenly striking back with a sword.

He was cautious by nature and was not at ease with Bai Yuqiong.

Bai Yuqiong's gaze fell on Meng Yungui's face. At this moment, Meng Yungui was actually smiling, looking up at her.

"Brother, why do you want to rebel against the Heavenly Court at this time?"

Bai Yuqiong's knuckles on her right hand turned white from holding the sword too hard. She lowered her voice and gritted her teeth: "This is not you! You can't save Nantian!"

"They can be saved. They are standing up."

Meng Yungui coughed up blood repeatedly, stretched out his hand to grab her sword, and stabbed it into his heart little by little, panting: "They still have hope, Junior Sister, if you kill me, you can gain Yi Luo's trust, you can protect these awakened tribesmen, and you will have a chance to kill Yi Luo..."

"No!"

Bai Yuqiong lowered her voice as much as possible, pulled out the sword to prevent it from piercing his heart, and said in a crying voice: "I can't fight against Nan Tianmen, Brother! I can't fight against the two Shenwu guards! I can't fight against Yiluo Tianwang!"

"You can do it."

One of Meng Yungui's fingers was broken, but he was still using his last bit of strength to grab her sword and stab it into his heart. He grinned and said, "You asked me why I rebelled against the Heavenly Court. I told you, someone told me that he had a dream. In his dream, the human race stood up, and after standing up, they would never kneel again. He said that in his dream, the human race would no longer be slaves and food for the gods and demons. In his dream, the human race controlled their own destiny. This kind of dream..."

Blood flowed out of his mouth, and his speech was a little unclear with blood in his mouth: "I have had this too. When I became the god of the human race and ascended to the heaven, I also had such a dream. Later, I thought this idea was naive and forgot about it. Until I came to the South Heaven and saw everything here, this dream was like the devil in the heart of Tao was reborn."

His tears fell drop by drop, and he looked up at Bai Yuqiong with a pleading look in his eyes: "Junior Sister Bai, I didn't realize until just now that this is not the demon in Dao's heart. In the past, I always thought about how to cultivate the field of numerology, but I could never do it. When this dream was reborn, it became a natural thing. My fear in the past was the demon in my heart..."

His Adam's apple rolled, he spat out big mouthfuls of blood, and held the rest of the words back in his stomach.

In the distance, Yiluo Tianwang sneered, "Master Bai Tian, ​​what are you waiting for?"

Meng Yungui used up his last bit of strength, grabbed Bai Yuqiong's sword and stabbed it into his heart.

Bai Yuqiong's hands were shaking, but she did not stop him this time.

Meng Yungui sat calmly on the ground, raised a finger and pointed at the people in the south.

A smile appeared on his face, and he murmured, "What people can do without learning is their innate ability. What they know without thinking is their innate conscience... There is no child who does not love his parents... When he grows up, there is no one who does not respect his elder brother... To love one's relatives is benevolence; to respect the elders is righteousness. There is no other way, which can be spread throughout the world..."

His head tilted and he fell to the ground.

Bai Yuqiong pulled the sword out of his chest, turned around and looked at the people in Nantian.

Meng Yungui taught her one last lesson before he died. That was...

Everyone has a conscience in their heart. The people of Nantian are not hopeless.