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Chapter 118 Moving Soul
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"Throughout history, dynasties have come and gone. The Zhou Dynasty lasted 800 years, the Han Dynasty lasted more than 400 years, and the others were like a flash in the pan, lasting only a hundred years or even a dozen years."

"Comparatively speaking, in this world, there are thousand-year-old families and hundred-year-old sects. They are deeply rooted, and their power and influence in some places have long surpassed the imperial court."

Listening to Yuan Tiangang's narration, Wu Wen nodded in approval.

Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, countless dynasties replaced each other over the hundreds of years until the Sui Dynasty unified China, but it perished in the second generation, followed by the Tang Dynasty.

Compared with those thousand-year-old families, the newly established Tang Dynasty was like a child.

Then, Yuan Tiangang continued: "Although the imperial court has thousands of troops, there are places that thousands of troops cannot reach."

"Luoyang City has stood for a thousand years since King Wu of Zhou established Luoyi as the capital.

However, during an earthquake, the entire city sank into the ground. Emperor Wen of Sui later rebuilt a new city on top of it.

This fallen old city still stands under the new city, and has become a gathering place for all kinds of evil spirits.

This place is difficult for the imperial court to reach, and there are people who are extremely resistant to the imperial court. And this time the immortal corpse happened to appear there, so I would like to invite you to seize it together. "

After listening, Wu Wen pondered for a moment, then said, "Can I refuse?"

"can."

Yuan Tiangang looked at Wu Wen and said, "I came here this time, first, I want you to help me seize the immortal corpse, and second, I want you to work with me to refine the elixir of immortality.

If you don't go, then I won't be able to take you to control the refining of the elixir of immortality."

Hearing this, Wu Wen replied: "Uncle Master, we are on different paths. I am practicing the art of longevity, and you are refining the medicine of longevity."

After hearing what he said, Yuan Tiangang understood that Wu Wen had completely refused.

"In that case, I'll take my leave." Yuan Tiangang stood up.

"Master Yuan, take care!" Wu Wen bowed.

Looking at Yuan Tiangang's receding back, Wu Wen shook his head slightly.

If Uncle Yuan had simply invited him, Wu Wen would naturally not have refused, but that was not the case.

In this case, if he has the time to run around, why doesn’t he stay at home and practice well?
Besides, how could a corpse contaminated with radiation possibly attract me? What I was absorbing and cultivating now was radiation.

However, judging from that bone, it is unclear whether the other party had taken something containing radioactive elements, which caused his body to be contaminated with these radioactive elements after his death, or whether he had also become a radioactive source through cultivation like him.

If this is also achieved through practice, then Wu Wen would have a rough idea in his mind that by practicing slowly, he himself might become like this and become an energy source.

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Just after Yuan Tiangang left Wu Wen and walked some distance away.

He joined a group of people.

Judging from their dress, these people were the ones who stopped Wu Wen from returning to Chang'an City. They were wearing strange clothes and masks.

"What? Is he willing to follow?" The leader of this group of people was Hou Junji under Li Shimin's command.

Yuan Tiangang shook his head

"Humph!" Hou Junji snorted coldly, "If it weren't for the order from His Highness that all the prince's men would be forgiven, how could he stay here safely?"

"What? What do you want to do?"

Yuan Tiangang suddenly glanced at Hou Junji coldly: "Remember, his master is Li Chunfeng, and I am his uncle. If you want to deal with him, you should first ask me if I agree."

Somehow, when Hou Junji was targeted by Yuan Tiangang, he felt very scared, as if he was facing a terrifying thing and did not dare to look it directly at.

"go!"

At a command, Yuan Tiangang directly replaced Hou Junji as the leader and led everyone away.

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night.

Wu Wen was about to take a rest when he suddenly noticed a group of people lurking near the courtyard.

"Someone!"

He stood up and went straight out of the yard.

From his sight, he could clearly perceive that there was a large group of people lying in ambush in the surrounding darkness.

Wu Wen continued to move forward.

at this time.

A man in a black robe walked out slowly.

"It's you!"

Wu Wen recognized the other person as Wu Lian, the leader of the Zhanbo tribe under Li Shimin. "Wu Wen," Wu Lian said in a low voice.

"What do you want to do here in the middle of the night?" Wu Wen asked.

"What do you want to do? Don't you know why I'm here?"

Wu Wen looked at him quietly.

Wu Lian suddenly said in a cold voice, "You killed my people, do you really think I don't know about this?"

"Oh, so you're here for revenge."

"Aren't you too late, then?"

Wu Wen approached slowly.

"I just want to ask you a question. Does the Crown Prince Qin...know that you are here?"

"Hmph, don't use the prince's status to pressure me. Now I am a county marquis, and you are just a county magistrate. What's the harm in killing you?" Wu Lian said confidently.

"Oh, you are really arrogant to use your title to pressure me."

Wu Wen stopped, and the distance between them was only five meters.

He raised his hand slightly and gave Wu Lian a smile.

Just when Wu Lian was puzzled, Wu Wen's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and his palm pierced through his chest like a razor.

As he stared in horror, Wu Wen put his hand on his head and pushed him backwards, causing him to fall to the ground with his eyes open.

"Clan leader!"

In secret, the eyes of other Zhanbo people who saw this scene suddenly turned red and they jumped out immediately.

They each held a magical weapon in their hands, wanting to cast a spell on Wu Wen.

"An ant trying to shake a tree." Wu Wen snorted coldly.

Not to mention him now, even a year ago, these people's psychedelic techniques no longer had any effect on him.

Wu Wen rushed forward, like a wolf among a flock of sheep, and shuttled among the Zhanbo people.

The movements are swift and accurate, and every attack can hit the opponent's vital points.

The magical weapons of the Zhanbo people were nothing more than toys in his eyes, and their psychedelic techniques were completely useless to him.

Soon, a group of Zhanbo people were lying on the ground.

Wu Wen stood among them with a stern look on his face.

"With just this little ability, you dare to come and seek revenge on me?"

Wu Wen once again glanced into the darkness ahead, where there were still a few people hiding.

But he ignored it and turned away.

The reason why I deliberately let these people go was to let them deal with the corpses on the ground to avoid trouble.

Back in the courtyard, Master Zhu Jiu suddenly asked in the room: "Wu Wen, where have you been?"

"I just went out to relieve myself."

Wu Wen answered with a chuckle. After hearing this, Master Zhu Jiu stopped asking questions.

Return to the room and rest.

The corpse was lying outside the yard.

The remaining few Zhanbo people came out timidly only after they were sure that Wu Wen had left.

They came to the faceless corpse of the patriarch, and after checking, they found that he still had a faint breath.

One of them was about to try to rescue him, but he saw that the dying No-Face suddenly sat up, holding his face with both hands, and the two of them looked into each other's eyes, as if they were conveying some message.

After a while.

Wu-Mian's body went limp and he fell directly to the ground, completely losing his breath.

The Zhanbo man who had just looked at him had his eyes blurred and was dazed for a long time. Then he suddenly woke up.

Then, he whispered with resentment on his face: "Wu Wen!"

The voice was filled with hatred and resentment.

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(End of this chapter)