Gao Wu: My Dragon Valley System

Chapter 851 Unspeakable grief!
A black object suddenly fell at Zhang Junmo's feet.

Looking down, Zhang Junmo's hair stood on end!

It turned out to be a grenade!
An intense fear struck his heart, along with a surge of adrenaline. Zhang Junmo only felt his heartbeat quickening and his blood rushing.

He wanted to dodge immediately, but something held his feet tightly.

It turned out that at some point, Zhang Junmo's feet were firmly wrapped by two balls of concrete.

Although he could break free with his strength, it would take several seconds, and during this time, the grenade exploded!

The terrifying light and heat suddenly burst out, and Zhang Junmo felt that he was finished.

But at the last moment, a figure rushed directly towards the grenade and blocked all the explosion impacts under his body.

Zhang Junmo's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at the figure in disbelief.

Gao Shengzhong actually used his body to block the exploding grenade for himself!
"Do not!!!"

boom!
The violent explosion completely covered up Zhang Junmo's voice.

The powerful impact knocked Zhang Junmo to the ground, and the concrete that was restraining him under his feet was also shattered.

Smoke billowed and the floor was cracked.

The floor where everyone was sitting couldn't bear the weight and collapsed in an instant.

Zhang Junmo desperately searched for Gao Shengzhong's figure in the smoke and dust. His ears were buzzing and he could not hear any sound from the outside world. He seemed to be frantically scratching the gravel under his feet.

"Katsutada!"

"Katsutada!"

The wounds on Zhang Junmo's body were mixed with gravel and dust, making him look miserable.

But he didn't care at all. Even though every movement of his arms brought unimaginable pain, he continued to dig away the rubble below.

Until he saw a figure with a bloody chest.

At that moment, Zhang Junmo felt that everything in front of his eyes went dark, and it seemed as if something in his heart collapsed.

Blood couldn't stop flowing from the corners of Gao Shengzhong's mouth.

Although F-Class's body was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, the grenade explosion at close range still left a hole in his chest and abdomen.

His internal organs had already been shattered and blood was flowing continuously. It was obvious that he was dying.

Zhang Junmo tried to pull Gao Shengzhong up, but his body was so limp that even his bones were blown apart.

"Shengzhong, it's okay, don't worry, you're fine! You'll be fine!"

While wiping the blood from the corner of Gao Shengzhong's mouth, Zhang Junmo wanted to take something out of his arms.

As he was digging, Zhang Junmo's expression became more and more ugly.

We must save Gao Shengzhong!
We must save him!

I clearly have something that can save him!

Zhang Junmo was going crazy. He clearly remembered that he had something that could save his life.

But why couldn't he remember what that thing was?

He clearly remembered that as long as he took out this thing, Gao Shengzhong's head could be reattached even if it fell off!

what exactly is it!
what is it!

Zhang Junmo cried bitterly and hit his head hard with the hilt of the sword.

Blood was running down his cheeks, but he couldn't remember anything.

There were several footsteps nearby.

It turned out that the desperado from before also jumped down from above.

They looked at Zhang Junmo who was like a madman, and someone sneered, "It seems that this kid has collapsed."

"Where's the other one?"

someone asked.

Then a gunman shot Gao Shengzhong, who was lying motionless on the ground.

"It's dead!"

"hey-hey!"

"Then let's send them off together! They won't be lonely on the road to the underworld!"

"Fuck, I didn't realize you're such a thoughtful person!"

"Hahahaha!"

Amidst a burst of unbridled laughter, blood continued to spurt from Zhang Junmo's body.

Bullets pierced his flesh, spikes in the ground pinned him to the spot, and fireballs fell on him, completely devouring him.

The pain coming from my body is indescribable.

But Zhang Junmo seemed to be completely unaware, his eyes were dull.

Gao Shengzhong is dead.

His brother died trying to save him.

Zhang Junmo's consciousness became blurred. The pain in his body was nothing compared to the collapse in his heart.

Suddenly, Zhang Junmo felt dazed. The voices in his ears disappeared, and the pain that was coming from his body also disappeared.

Zhang Junmo, who had been quietly waiting for death, raised his head in confusion, only to see Gao Shengzhong standing in front of him with a nervous look on his face.

The surroundings were completely enveloped by a thick fog.

The vast expanse of white not only blocked his vision, but also seemed to affect his senses.

Zhang Junmo tried to take a step forward, but his feet inexplicably went to the side.

At that moment, Zhang Junmo immediately stopped his actions.

He realized that he was now in the ruins. Just as he gathered with all the people who came in, he encountered someone from the underworld suddenly.

This white fog was created by people from the underworld.

Zhang Junmo felt that he and Gao Shengzhong could not move around randomly at this time.

He didn't know why, but he felt his heart aching, and there was always an unspeakable sadness and pain surrounding his heart.

But he had no idea why he felt this way.

Zhang Junmo subconsciously wanted to see through the white fog, but he was stunned.

Why do I have such thoughts?

He is only at the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm now, although his combat power seems to be stronger than those of the same level.

But building the foundation is building the foundation, not refining the spirit. Without condensing the spiritual consciousness, how can I see through this white fog?
And since this white mist can affect the senses, I'm afraid even the spiritual consciousness will be affected, right?

In an instant, many thoughts emerged in Zhang Junmo's mind.

However, it was these thoughts that once again made him stunned.

White fog affects spiritual consciousness?

How did you come to this conclusion?
But soon Zhang Junmo was pulled back from his thoughts when he heard a voice coming from the side.

"Damn it! Jun Mo, what's going on!"

At this time, Gao Shengzhong looked around and saw everything white, which made him feel a little nervous.

He even felt that his voice was swallowed up by something as soon as it came out of his mouth.

Zhang Junmo whispered, "Someone has set up a maze, and the one who set it up is right here..."

Having said this, Zhang Junmo paused.

He seemed to be trying to say that the person who set up the formation was nearby.

But he clearly couldn't sense anything, so how could he know the location of the person who set up the formation?

Then Zhang Junmo seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and looked at Gao Shengzhong with contempt, "When you say 'shit', can you please not add my name after it?"

"okok!"

Gao Shengzhong agreed readily, but Zhang Junmo couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Then his brows furrowed.

He suddenly felt as if this conversation had happened before.

The scene before me seemed to be one I had experienced before.

This is a déjà vu phenomenon that many people have experienced.

But what he couldn't understand was the unspeakable sadness and unwillingness in his heart.

And from the beginning, he found that he seemed strange.

It feels like I have forgotten a lot of things, and I have a lot of unreasonable thoughts.

This feeling is terrible, as if my brain is going to fail.

When Zhang Junmo's eyes fell on Gao Shengzhong, the unspeakable sadness in his heart was alleviated a little.

"What the hell?"

Zhang Junmo shuddered suddenly, his eyes trembling slightly.

Then he quickly muttered to himself: "I like girls, I like girls, I like girls!"

"I like girls with big breasts and round butts!" After a moment, Zhang Junmo felt that his Tao heart had stabilized, and he looked around again.

But he was immediately horrified to find that Gao Shengzhong had disappeared at some point!

"Katsutada!"

An inexplicable feeling of panic surged from his heart, and Zhang Junmo hurriedly looked around.

However, when he looked around, he did not see Gao Shengzhong. Even his voice seemed to be swallowed up by the white mist after it was heard two or three meters away.

There was dead silence all around, with only a hazy white mist.

Zhang Junmo took a few steps back in panic, but suddenly felt like he hit something from behind.

His body stiffened slightly, and he turned around suddenly, only to see Gao Shengzhong with his back to him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then complained, "What are you running around for, kid?"

"This maze can disrupt one's five senses. Once you run too far away, it will be difficult to reunite."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Junmo found that Gao Shengzhong was still standing there motionless and silent.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Just as he was about to walk up to Gao Shengzhong, the little fat man in front of him slowly turned around.

However, when Zhang Junmo saw the other person's appearance at this moment, his heart seemed to be grasped tightly by someone!

At this moment, a blood line appeared on Gao Shengzhong's throat, and then the blood line became clear, and blood suddenly gushed out.

As Zhang Junmo's gaze changed from confusion to horror, Gao Shengzhong fell straight down.

Sadness swept over like a tide, filled with the unknown, fear, confusion, helplessness and unwillingness.

Complex emotions instantly rushed towards Zhang Junmo, threatening to completely drown him.

Until he felt a chill on his chest.

Looking down, he saw a sharp blade stained with blood piercing his heart.

Zhang Junmo fell down softly as if all the strength in his body was drained away. The scene in front of him quickly turned dim.

With a sudden start from Zhang Junmo, everything in front of him became clear again.

He only felt that his consciousness seemed to be covered by a veil, and his thoughts were somewhat stagnant, as if he had a high fever for two or three days.

Suddenly, Zhang Junmo felt a chill in his left shoulder, followed by a piercing pain!

He saw a piece of pen tip slowly pulling away from his left shoulder.

A cold breath penetrated his wounds and tried to destroy his bones, flesh, and tendons.

Blood dripped down Zhang Junmo's arm, which drooped somewhat limply. A faint smell of blood filled the air, stimulating Zhang Junmo's nerves!

He felt a little confused.

Before I could react to what was happening, I heard a voice.

"Die to me!"

"White Tiger Sword Technique!"

Gao Shengzhong jumped out from the side and slashed down with the Chrysanthemum Sword.

The sword flashed and the white tiger roared.

It is the Xuan-level martial arts technique, the White Tiger Sword Technique!
However, the judge suddenly turned around, and the judge's pen in his hand drew a black light, which stabbed towards the white tiger sword energy with an extremely sharp edge.

Silently, the black light seemed to possess extremely brutal power, and it directly annihilated the White Tiger sword energy.

A look of horror flashed in Gao Shengzhong's eyes, and then he attacked again.

"Falling Chrysanthemum!"

The Chrysanthemum Sword turned into a green light and disappeared.

The next moment, chrysanthemum petals were floating around.

The petals fluttered in the wind, and finally gathered into a huge chrysanthemum behind the judge.

The chrysanthemum closes and then blooms, spitting out a smaller chrysanthemum.

This cycle repeated itself until a chrysanthemum sword emerged from the last chrysanthemum.

The judge turned around, only to find that Chrysanthemum was also turning, always staying behind him.

"Little tricks!"

The judge sneered.

The chrysanthemum sword behind him suddenly fell down, piercing through the chrysanthemums, and continuously gathered the sword energy in the chrysanthemums, until finally it stabbed towards the back of the judge.

However, the judge was not in a hurry. He picked up his pen and started writing something in the Book of Life and Death.

When the Chrysanthemum Sword fell, his writing was completed simultaneously.

Twisted and distorted characters that looked like those written by evil spirits flew out from the Book of Life and Death and transformed into a barrier made of dense ink, blocking his back.

Ding!
The Chrysanthemum Sword fell down with a powerful sword energy, but was finally easily blocked by the barrier!

"What the hell!"

"What kind of evil technique is this?"

Gao Shengzhong didn't expect that his attack could be resolved so easily.

"No, even if he is at the peak of the Spirit Refining Realm, he shouldn't be this strong!"

After realizing the current situation, Zhang Junmo's eyes were also filled with horror.

"Surprised?"

"Do you think that strength is determined solely by the level of cultivation and technique?"

The judge cast a teasing look at Zhang Junmo and Gao Shengzhong, then sneered.

"Ah……"

"A bunch of ignorant rubbish!"

As he spoke, the judge suddenly raised his hand and slapped Gao Shengzhong.

The black true energy turned into a palm print and hit Gao Shengzhong directly.

Blood gushed out of his mouth and he flew backwards like a cannonball.

"Katsutada!"

"damn it!"

Zhang Junmo's eyes turned blood red in an instant.

An indescribable feeling of grief and anger came over me.

He saw the color quickly fade from Gao Shengzhong's face, and at the same time he felt as if something important was about to be lost.

"Do not……"

"No!"

Zhang Junmo didn't care about his own injuries and rushed towards Gao Shengzhong who was flying backwards like a madman.

However, halfway through, a black light pierced his thigh.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Blood gushed out from his thigh, but Zhang Junmo still did not give up on getting closer to Gao Shengzhong.

The blood-stained hands kept crawling on the ground, leaving behind bloody handprints.

The body dragged on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

Looking at Gao Shengzhong's pupils gradually dilating and losing vitality in the distance, Zhang Junmo almost collapsed.

Three times in a row, he witnessed his brothers die in front of him.

But I am powerless, I have lost all my support and there is no way to change anything.

Although he seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened before, the complex emotions of sadness, anger, unwillingness and helplessness had been accumulating in Zhang Junmo's heart.

Until this moment, it finally broke out!

All the scenes around him collapsed. Zhang Junmo cried bitterly in the endless darkness, pounding the ground hard to vent his emotions.

"Humph!"

"How dare you come to my territory and act wildly!"

"court death!"

Suddenly, from the endless darkness, a domineering and loud voice was heard.

The appearance of that voice instantly soothed most of the negative emotions in Zhang Junmo's heart.

The darkness around them also receded quickly like the tide.

When Zhang Junmo saw himself inside the tent, his consciousness suddenly became clear!

Tears streamed down his face and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

I just...

He was actually dragged into a nightmare that was enough to plunge him into despair!

(End of this chapter)