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Chapter 3353 Shen Tianyu 753 (Fierce Battle)

Shen Tianyu took out the treasure pouch he had obtained from Fengxu Palace and silently recited a secret incantation.

He opened the treasure pouch and took out a longsword made of lightning-struck wood.

He swiftly drew his sword from its sheath, revealing a longsword.

The sword was reddish-brown in color, with a black core. The black areas emitted a faint glow, indicating that it had been struck by lightning. Although it was a wooden sword, it looked as hard as metal or stone.

As soon as the sword was drawn, everyone felt the indoor temperature rise considerably, and the previously eerie and uncomfortable feeling lessened.

Shen Tianyu looked at Qin Heng and said, "Protect Yan Yan well."

Qin Heng nodded and pulled Yan Yan in front of him to protect her.

Yan Yan gripped his sleeve tightly.

For some reason, her whole body started shaking uncontrollably.

Qin Heng held her hand in his palm.

He whispered, "Don't be afraid, your brother is here."

Yan Yan gazed at him with her large, gentle eyes.

Qin Heng couldn't recall any entanglement with her in that life, but seeing that look in her eyes, his heart ached inexplicably.

Sheng Po removed the talisman from his mouth, opened his mouth, and summoned the Flower-Tailed Poisonous Bee Gu from his abdomen.

As soon as the Gu worm appeared, he stuck the talisman on his forehead and another one on his back, so that he wouldn't always feel a chill down his back.

He asked Shen Tianyu, "Do you have any other useful tools? Give me one, so that when the fight starts, I can fight alongside you and save you from being outnumbered."

Shen Tianyu tossed him the treasure pouch, saying, "Choose one yourself."

Sheng Po took it and opened it.

He was puzzled by the strange things inside. He was good at making Gu poison, hidden weapons, and bewitching arts, but not good at catching and fighting ghosts. Although he had become a disciple of Wuya Zi, he was not proficient in Wuya Zi's ghost-catching skills.

In the end, Sheng Po chose a stick-shaped object.

The small magical artifact, once taken out of the treasure pouch, quickly grew to over a meter in length.

The staff was made of jujube wood and had a string of talismans carved on it.

He then handed the treasure pouch to Qin Heng, saying, "King Heng, you may choose one as well."

Qin Heng picked out a magical artifact that resembled a bull's horn. The artifact was curved and entirely black, gleaming with a faint light.

Shen Tianyu glanced back at him, "Do you know how to use it?"

Qin Heng lowered his eyes and observed for a moment before replying, "No, what's this for?"

Shen Tianyu said, "Dragon Horn, use the sound to summon divine soldiers and demons to drive away evil spirits and demonic influences."

Qin Heng asked, "Is there a secret incantation?"

"Yes, just recite the secret incantation and then blow the whistle." Shen Tianyu opened his mouth and recited a few words.

What they were saying wasn't even human language.

Qin Heng didn't understand, and neither did Sheng Po.

Shen Tianyu repeated it again, and Qin Heng recorded it on his phone, learning it word by word.

Shen Tianyu shook his head slightly.

He overestimated Qin Heng's previous life, originally thinking he was a highly skilled cultivator comparable to him. Now, it seems he was nothing special. Perhaps his cultivation level from his previous life couldn't be fully restored in this one.

Shen Tianyu, holding a long sword, walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

The thunder outside stopped, and the rain stopped.

The wind gradually subsided.

The vast night was shrouded in darkness under the neon lights. Due to the heavy rain, the temperature had plummeted, giving the city a desolate and gloomy feel.

Shen Tianyu suddenly noticed a dark shadow flash outside the glass window!

He opened the window and swiftly swung his sword to slash!

The dark figure vanished in an instant, like a wisp of gas.

Incredibly fast!

Shen Tianyu was so close that he couldn't even see his face clearly, or perhaps he didn't even have a face.

Shen Tianyu turned around and reminded the three of them, "Be on your best, he just showed up."

Qin Heng said, "Should we call for help?"

Shen Tianyu parted his thin lips slightly, “My master is protecting Xianxian for me, so we must not disturb him. My grandmaster has always disliked interfering in other people’s karma. My other master, Master Maojun, suffered a great loss of vitality last time when he helped the old master prolong his life, so let’s pray for our own good fortune.”

Qin Heng looked at Sheng Po, "Senior Wuya Zi cares about you a lot. Knowing you're in trouble, he should come over soon."

Sheng Po pursed his swollen, sausage-like lips and remained silent.

Beijing and Henan are so far apart, how could he just rush over like that?

He's not exactly a lifesaver.

Suddenly, I felt a chilling aura flowing from the bathroom like water.

Shen Tianyu exclaimed, "Oh no! The talismans were forgotten to be pasted in the sewers!"

These evil spirits were, after all, beings that had cultivated for thousands of years; he hadn't expected them to float up from such a disgusting place as the sewers.

He never puts talismans on the sewers.

Ordinary ghost energy wouldn't bother to travel through the sewers, which is why he overlooked it.

Shen Tianyu swung his sword and stepped forward to slash!

With a single sword strike, he cleaved the black mist into several strands!

The sword was made of wood, but when it came into contact with the black mist, it made a metallic sound!

The temperature suddenly dropped to extremely low!

Countless plumes of black smoke and thick fog surged out of the bathroom!

The originally bright lights flickered, as if the power was running low and about to go out.

Shen Tianyu brandished his longsword, moving through the thick black mist with the grace of a dragon.

Sheng Po also picked up his stick and joined in.

That was the ghost-beating stick that Master Mao Jun gave to Shen Tianyu.

There is a secret incantation used when it is used, but the incantation is obscure and difficult to understand. Even if Shen Tianyu taught Sheng Po on the spot, he could not learn it, so he let him improvise freely.

The two figures, one in white and one in black, one wielding a gun and the other a stick, were shrouded in black mist. They fought and slashed at an extremely fast speed, their movements agile and nimble.

If there were outsiders present, they might mistake this for a film crew shooting a movie or TV series, except that there was no director, cinematographer, or lighting technician.

Shen Tianyu deliberately chose the northernmost room on the top floor, as there was no one in the room next door.

If anyone heard the noise, they would probably faint from fright.

The fight grew increasingly intense.

The indoor temperature is getting lower and lower.

Yan Yan was shivering from the cold.

Qin Heng wrapped his arms around her completely.

He was full of yang energy, held the Taoist magic weapon "Dragon Horn" in his hand, and had a trace of true energy left on him by Master Xukong, so the ghostly energy did not dare to get too close to him.

Although Shen Tianyu and Sheng Po were brave, they couldn't withstand the overwhelming amount of ghost energy from that group.

More and more ghostly energy surged out of the bathroom, densely packed, turning the entire room dark.

Shen Tianyu suspected that the evil spirit in the tomb had sent all the hundreds of dead souls buried with the ancient tomb.

The flickering lights on the ceiling suddenly went out!

The room was pitch black!

Shen Tianyu was in a better position.

Because of his poor eyesight, Sheng Po was ambushed several times by the invisible black energy, causing him to stagger a few times.

Yan Yan trembled, feeling both cold and afraid.

She said to Qin Heng in a trembling voice, "You all go, I'll stay."

Qin Heng said, "No, we'll go together or stay together!"

He shouted at Sheng Po, "Brother Po, you and Brother Tianyu should both leave!"

As Sheng Po brandished his ghost-beating stick, slashing wildly at the ghostly energy, he said, "Enough nonsense! Although I, Sheng Po, come from a heretical cult, I am righteous in my evil ways. I am not the kind of villain who abandons his brothers halfway and only cares about running away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly cried out in pain, staggered several meters away, and fell to the ground!