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Chapter 249 Golden Body!

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He left Panyu City alone, with no one accompanying him.

Wu Wen increased his speed, weaving through the towering mountains like a phantom.

When there is no way forward, it leaps into the air and glides through the air.

Just two days.

Wu Wen then arrived at the sacrificial site of the Pantheon.

Gazing at the towering Tianzhu Peak before him, he thought to himself:
"Life is unpredictable. When I left last time, I thought I would be back soon, but I didn't expect it to take so long."

"Let's go see our master and grandmaster first, then go to the sacred mountain."

Wu Wen moved nimbly and quickly climbed towards the summit.

Ok?
Why is nobody here?

Upon entering the Golden Hall, Wu Wen confirmed that it was indeed empty.

He was immediately puzzled. Where had his master and grandmaster gone?

With my master's abilities, there is absolutely no way he could have encountered any danger.

But if they're not here, where can they go?

After a moment's thought, Wu Wen concluded that they had most likely gone to the sacred mountain of the Pantheon.

So Wu Wen went down the mountain again and headed towards the sacred mountain.

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A thick sea of ​​clouds enveloped the valley where the sacred mountain was located.

Wu Wen stood on the cliff, about to leap off and enter the sea of ​​clouds.

Suddenly, they spotted a group of people on another cliff not far away.

In the very center of this group stood a bald monk dressed in bright, gleaming robes, clearly their leader.

The rest of the people were barefoot, wrapped in hemp clothes with hemp rope, and even had a hemp rope wrapped around their heads as a headband, looking like ascetic monks.

Wu Wen observed carefully.

It was discovered that this group also seemed to be planning to enter the valley.

"Where did these monks come from?" Wu Wen wondered.

This is Lingnan, where Buddhism has not yet spread. There isn't even a temple here, so how could there be monks?
Just as Wu Wen was watching them.

The other party noticed his gaze and turned to look at him.

Since neither of them knew each other, they remained locked in a stalemate, staring at each other.

After a long time.

Wu Wenben decided to ignore them.

But that's it.

Suddenly, a hermit monk dressed in hemp robes from the opposing camp rushed towards him like an arrow released from a bow.

Although this ascetic was extremely thin, he was exceptionally agile and possessed tremendous explosive power.

The moment he bent his knees, he sprang forward like a spring.

His bare feet, like sharp nails, showed no fear of the rock face's sharpness. He gripped the rock face firmly, leaping and tumbling across the precipice as if walking on flat ground.

They came straight at Wu Wen.

Wu Wen stood calmly, his expression serene.

He wanted to see what this guy was up to.
As the ascetic monks gradually approached, they arrived at the same cliff face as Wu Wen.

He suddenly leaped up and swooped down on Wu Wen from mid-air like an eagle hunting its prey.

The outstretched fingers, sharp as eagle claws, gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen in the sunlight.

They came on strong, aiming straight for Wu Wen's head.

"You're asking for death!" Wu Wen thought to himself.

Just as the other's claws were about to touch the top of his head.

His eyes sharpened, and his right hand suddenly thrust out with a sword-like finger, striking the opponent's palm with perfect accuracy.

However, to Wu Wen's surprise, his finger did not penetrate the opponent's palm; it merely knocked the opponent back.

"Such a hard palm, no less than ordinary refined iron!" Wu Wen exclaimed inwardly.

Having failed to land a blow, the ascetic monk intensified his attack, charging at Wu Wen once more.

He gripped the ground with his toes like iron hooks, leaned forward, and carved two deep marks on the hard rock.

Immediately afterwards, he lunged at Wu Wen like a ferocious cheetah, extending his claws.

Wu Wen took a half step back with his right leg, his body leaning back slightly, his right arm like a fully drawn bow, gathering strength.

When his opponent got close enough, he suddenly threw a punch, the wind from which howled and produced a supersonic roar.

"Battle Hammer!"

With a crisp, loud "bang," Wu Wen's fist slammed heavily into the opponent's claws.

The ascetic's claws were snapped off as if they were made of steel, producing a chilling cracking sound.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Wen's fist, still carrying considerable momentum, slammed into the opponent's chest.

The ascetic monk was sent flying backwards through the air like a kite with a broken string, nearly falling off the cliff.

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Just as Wu Wen punched the ascetic monk away.

The rest of the opposing team rushed over.

Seeing this, Wu Wen did not hesitate at all and directly revealed the secret treasure, Water Spirit.

"Electromagnetic Cannon: Rain of Pear Blossom Needles!" Among the crowd, the monk leader, dressed in bright monk's robes, seemed to be able to sense the terrifying power of Wu Wen's move.

Suddenly, he let out a thunderous roar that echoed through the valley, causing the surrounding clouds to churn.

Immediately afterwards, as if injected with a powerful boost, his speed suddenly increased, and he left the others behind, heading towards Wu Wen alone ahead of time.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The flying needles rained down on the monk, producing a crisp, metallic sound.

The monk was not only not knocked back by the enormous impact, but seemed to be blessed by some mysterious power, his speed increased again, and he pounced on Wu Wen like a mad beast.

"Where did this bald guy come from? How come he's so fierce?" Wu Wen wondered.

Seeing the monk in front of him, whose clothes were torn to shreds from his blows, yet who still charged forward like a beast, he temporarily suppressed his confusion.

"Electric arc furnace!"

Unleash your strongest potential.

In an instant, Wu Wen was surrounded by arcs of electricity, shining brightly, like a thunder god descending to earth, with an aura of majesty.

He raised his palm, and a ball of lightning condensed in his palm.

The electric arc flickered and leaped continuously, unleashing tremendous power.

When the monk rushed in front of him.

The Secret Treasure Water Spirit had now transformed into a protective layer with a diamond structure, firmly guarding him in the center.

The monk crouched slightly and delivered a standard straight punch, striking the barrier heavily.

The powerful impact surged like a tidal wave, causing the protective layer formed by the secret treasure, the Water Spirit, to tremble violently.

"What kind of trick is this!"

Wu Wen noticed that the monk's fist was somewhat strange.

Although it was just one punch, Mi Bao Shui Ling suffered three attacks, and the power of each attack was double that of the previous one.

Just as the monk was about to throw his second punch.

Wu Wenye was ready to strike, and unleashed a palm strike.

"Plasma Lightning: Thunderstrike!"

The ball lightning struck the barrier formed by the secret treasure, the Water Spirit.

Just like a switch being turned on, it instantly unleashes a new form.

Countless bolts of lightning, like silver serpent spikes, shot out from the barrier and bombarded the monk's body in unison.

This technique involves bombarding the semiconductor structure of diamond to stimulate high-density electron-hole pairs, forming an overpotential difference, thereby releasing a high-energy plasma-state electric arc.

The monk tried to retreat and escape, but it was too late.

At this moment, he felt as if he were being bathed in a thunderstorm, with countless lightning bolts enveloping him.

He only managed to hold on for two breaths before his body went limp and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

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Take care of the leader monk.

The others were naturally no match for their leader.

In no time, Wu Wen captured them all.

"Tell me, who are you?"

Wu Wen's gaze was sharp as he questioned him in a stern voice.

However, when faced with his questioning, these people remained expressionless and ignored his words.

"Heh, not saying anything? That's fine!"

Wu Wen sneered and walked straight up to the leader, the monk.

After this brief respite, the leader monk regained some strength, but he was firmly bound by Wu Wen's secret treasure, the Water Spirit, and could not move.

Wu Wen slowly placed his palm on the top of his head.

The other party seemed to know Wu Wen's intentions, and even closed his eyes slightly, then a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he passed away right before Wu Wen's eyes.

"Good guy!"

Wu Wen examined his body.

After the monk's consciousness dissipated, his body also collapsed, making him a complete and utter dead man.

Seeing this, Wu Wen immediately turned his gaze to the others.

He will not give them the chance to end their own lives or pass away peacefully.

Wu Wen instantly unleashed his strongest form, using "electromagnetic induction" to forcibly extract all the information they knew from their brains.

First, he confirmed the identities of these people; they were indeed monks.

However, they were not from the Tang Dynasty, but came from a place further south, probably in what is now Thailand.

At that time, Thailand was neither called Thailand nor Siam, but was called: Dharapati.

They were monks from the kingdom of Dharani.

At that time, the religious culture of the Kingdom of Dolabati was extremely prosperous, and it could be described as a country where theocracy was supreme.

Besides knowing their identities, Wu Wen was most interested in their purpose for coming here and the special abilities they possessed.

Unfortunately, these ascetics were different from the chief monk; they were merely guards and knew very little.

Therefore, Wu Wen was unable to learn the purpose of their trip from them.

However, Wu Wen still managed to learn some information about their cultivation techniques from them.

The leading monk practiced their Buddhist protective method: "Golden Body"!
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(End of this chapter)