My golden finger is delicious

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The real tomb entrance is about three meters in front of them on the left.

"Sometimes it's easier to be simple and rough."

The ghost king didn't arrange a complicated and weird ghost wall here.

There was no weird formation like Bushi.

He just made a fake hole and placed it next to the real hole.

This little deviation, no matter how good at calculation, you won't notice that you have taken the wrong path.

And inside this fake hole, there are all kinds of poisonous things.

The dirty smoke, the sinister ghost power, all kinds of poisonous herbal powders and poisonous insects, densely crawling all over the cave.

No, it can't be considered the whole cave, there is a gap at the door for them to walk in.

To ensure that they take the first three steps smoothly and steadily, and then they can't take the fourth step.

They are masters of Xuanmen, and they are also human.

They have made all kinds of preparations to deal with the ghost king's various means and spells, but they never expected that the first lesson at the beginning would be so simple and rough to poison them to death.

"Keep it, or... deal with it?"

Burn it, fearing to alert the enemy.

Keep it...they themselves are scared.

"This is a bit wrong." The head of the Song family, who has the most experience in leading the group, frowned. "The ghost king shouldn't act like this."

People covet the soul beads on ghosts.

How can ghosts not covet human souls?

When did ghosts attack humans, when did they ever use external objects?

Only by attacking in person can you eat the delicious human souls that can increase your cultivation and skills in the first place.

Otherwise, 99% of human souls will immediately dissipate and return to heaven and earth, what else will the ghost king eat?

In the ghost stories you have heard, have ghosts cast spells at home and cursed people thousands of miles away?

No, they are all in the middle of the night, at your bedside, stretching out their claws and taking a bite.

This simple poisoning of them...is basically equivalent to pouring out a pot of Manchu Han banquet before serving it on the table.

"He is afraid of us!"

Young man, you are so optimistic.

"Maybe we are not very delicious?"

Uncle, you are so humorous.

"Then what should we do about this..." The question came back again. We can't just ignore this poison pit.

How should we deal with it?

Wu Ding glanced at the "golden finger" floating behind him.

Taotie opened his mouth and waited excitedly for feeding.

Wu Ding: ... ...?

Taotie: Hurry up, the poisonous ones are delicious.

OK... OK.

Wu Ding immediately voted to destroy the poison pit. And offered to burn it himself.

The head of the Song family had tactfully reminded Wu Ding to pay attention to the consumption of spiritual energy.

"After all, there is still a tough battle to fight next."

"It's okay." Wu Ding took out a stack of talismans from his pocket, at least hundreds of them, and slid his thumb lightly over the edge like counting money.

The high-quality yellow paper made a crisp sound of RMB.

Whether they were members of the Song family or not, everyone at the scene expressed the following feelings.

What they counted was not RMB, but gold bricks! !

Enough! Put it away quickly! Do you know how much a top-grade talisman costs now? ! !

As an official, An Rou couldn't help but show a sour look.

This is too rich.

No wonder the boss firmly believed that Wu Ding was not a robber.

With this financial resources, the grass he bought would be enough to cook.

An Rou recalled Wu Ding's personal information.

She immediately imagined Wu Ding's master to be a mountain of gold and silver.

"Master, Master, did you write this talisman yourself?"

"Yes."

The sourness of the sour people was reduced by half. This is a skill that people have practiced hard.

But when they asked for a piece of talisman paper and touched it, the sourness exploded again.

This talisman paper! This cinnabar! ! !

My heart hurts, so sour!

Wu Ding: The Sanzhi family specially hired an intangible cultural heritage inheritor to help me make the talisman paper.

In addition, it is made of top-notch materials.

It is normal and reasonable to be sour.

Wu Ding casually threw a few talismans into the pit, and the flames attached with spiritual energy directly burned the evil objects below mercilessly.

Everyone felt relieved when they saw the color and shape of the flames.

They had no idea that someone was using a trick to replace someone else. The talisman paper was only burning on the surface, and the real poison and filth underneath were all sent to the mountain and sea world as seasoning.

It seems that not only the gluttons, but also many mythical beasts and demons like these poisons very much.

Some swallowed them in one bite, while others were more delicate and used them as dips on the food they usually eat before swallowing.

In terms of taste, it is a five-star rating.

The group turned around and walked into the real entrance of the tomb.

As soon as they entered, they found that the so-called tomb was not a tomb at all.

The so-called tomb is the home after death.

No matter which dynasty or class of people built the tomb.

Even if the customs are different, the general specifications are the same.

That is, the tomb will be built like a house.

And now, they walked in and found themselves in a maze.

Using the divination technique to guide, the group quickly circled back to the original place.

It's obvious that they want to force you to go separately.

This is embarrassing.

The strength of the ghost king is there.

How can you disperse the fighting force before seeing anyone?

Isn't that tantamount to committing suicide?

Everyone turned their eyes to the whirlwind.

The whirlwind tried hard, and the smell was swept away very cleanly. The little smell left was also evenly spread, and it didn't matter which way it went.

The Song family looked at each other and decided to retreat first.

"If there is no other way, we can only consider attacking the mountain directly."

This is a plan B that we have to make.

There are advantages to doing this, but there are more disadvantages.

For example, the ghost king is now bound to the spot for some unknown reason, and breaking the mountain is equivalent to setting him free.

Also, there is a whole mountain, and countless creatures live on this mountain. No one wants to bear this cause and effect.

Also, if they have accurately calculated the amount of medicine in the process of bombing the mountain, if the ghost king does something, it will directly cause a natural disaster, not to mention the villages near the foot of the mountain.

Chain reactions such as earthquakes, mudslides, landslides, etc. will cause disasters to a large area, and it is hard to say who is as far away as the next door.

Who made the mountains and forests here so numerous, all connected by a vein of land.

It is precisely because the involvement is too wide and the consequences are unpredictable that they took the risk and entered the ghost king's territory.

Even if they are helpless now and can only retreat strategically.

Still half of the people disagree with attacking the mountain.

"You can evacuate the people."

"You said it so easily."

"When a natural disaster strikes, you have to believe in the power of the government and the army."

"Just find a few experts to predict the widest possible range."

"Is there any way to lure the ghost out?"

"How? Ten of us cultivators, with red, delicious, and spiritual bodies hanging around here, he has to poison us and kill us, divide and conquer... I've never seen such a cowardly ghost king."

The Song family quarreled.

The older ones argued endlessly about the next step.

The younger ones whispered about the possibility of cursing the ghost king out.

"Unless you know his weak spot, such as his enemy, lover, how he died, etc., it will be difficult to work."

"Just give it a try."

"Don't try, we can't get out."

They had only walked a few dozen meters into the cave when they encountered multiple forks in the road.

To turn back and retreat, it was obvious that they only had to turn back.

However, they had already turned the topic around twice and had not yet walked these few dozen meters.

They could clearly see the light in the distance.

They just couldn't get there.

Looking back, the choice of the five forks in the road was still there, not far away, as if mocking.

Song Sui sacrificed a hundred-year-old peach wood sword passed down by the ancestors of the Song family, and attacked in all directions under the surge of magic power.

Others of the Song family also used range attacks at the same time.

The spell hit the wall, the mountain wall shook, and the soil fell, but there was only one more exit.

The spell hit the fork behind or in front of it, it was like a mud cow into the sea, no waves, and it never came back.

If this trick doesn't work, try another one.

Those who can come to kill the ghost king are all experienced in dealing with basic skills such as ghost wall.

What really makes everyone feel depressed is... Even if they break the ghost wall, there is still no reliable next step for the ghost king hiding in the mountain.

"I have a way, you can try it, but... I ask you to keep it secret."

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's not kept secret. He just emphasizes that his next spell is very rare and awesome.

"What's the solution?"

"If we can't find him, we can only force him out. By chance, I got some seeds of the immortal grass."

The immortal grass, also known as the Yangshenzhi, is said to grow in the Qiongtian on the East China Sea Zuzhou.

It is said that covering a person with this grass can bring the dead back to life.

Eating it can prolong life.

This kind of legend...just listen to it. It is impossible to come back to life.

But the immortal grass is indeed an extremely precious herb. If the right medicine is used, it can really have the effect of "resurrecting the dead".

Everyone looked at Wu Ding and listened to him continue.

"Don't you think this environment is very suitable for the growth of the immortal grass?"

I don't know who set up the situation, anyway, this area is now a place of absolute yin with abundant spiritual energy.

The dead air that is easily produced in ordinary absolute yin places is still condensed on the ghost king.

"You want to make the seeds of the immortal grass grow quickly and drain the local spiritual energy?" He dared not believe that the ghost king could bear it.

"The immortal grass ripened in this way is like building a building on a sand foundation. It looks good, but it has no foundation." But the spiritual energy that can be extracted is not less at all.

Sometimes tricks that harm others and benefit oneself are not useless.

The young people of the Song family admired it. What a good idea.

The elders of the Song family were confused. If they wanted to extract a large amount of spiritual energy, they had to let the immortal grass "grow naturally" instead of forcibly catalyzing it.

This kind of magic... is it circulated? You can do it? Where did you come from?

Wu Ding maintained his unknown origin.

Put the seeds of the immortal grass into small leather bags.

Each leather bag contained a small piece of white bone, a tuft of hair, and a few drops of blood.

Everyone: ? ? ? ?

Wu Ding put the bag in front of him, swung his wide sleeves, and began to dance.

Yes, a blessing dance.

To others, it looked like a weird spellcasting action.

In fact, it was praying to the father of heaven, asking for help, and adding some lucky BUFF.

It was the one that Wu Ding jumped unconsciously when he first entered the sect.

"It's sprouted! It's sprouted!" All the people of the Song family, young and old, were surprised to find that all six small cloth bags had sprouted light brown sprouts.

Wu Ding immediately picked up the cloth bags and threw one at each fork in the road.

He threw another one at the exit.

The rest are self-explanatory.

All the practitioners at the scene immediately felt that the spiritual energy of the entire mountain was flowing unscientifically.

It was as if the six big eaters were promised to eat as much as they wanted.

Everyone looked at Wu Ding as if they saw a living legend.

This kind of magic can also be used? ! !

If the environment was not wrong, there would be people kneeling down to become his apprentice.

Wu Ding continued to maintain a mysterious smile and began to arrange his next words in his mind.

Is there a magic to promote the growth of plants in the Wu Dao?

Of course there is.

Can Wu Ding learn it at this level?

Dreaming.

All the secrets are in the cloth bag that wraps the seeds of the immortal grass.

It is made of Dang Kang's skin, the bones are Dang Kang's teeth, the hair is Dang Kang's bristles, and the blood is also his blood.

Divine beast Dang Kang: ………… Baby is bitter.

Taotie: Then spit out what you have eaten.

Dang Kang, a divine beast that likes to dance and can bring a good harvest.

Even if it looks like a wild boar, it is a divine beast.

Wu Ding had buried Dang Kang's hair under Mu Mu's feet before.

This is Mumu's constant boasting snack.

And now, in order to achieve the best effect, Wu Ding has used everything he can.

The immortal grass was induced to grow in the most comfortable environment.

Naturally, he was desperately extracting spiritual energy without hesitation.

Not long after, the ghost wall was broken first.

The maze also disappeared completely as the spiritual energy was extracted.

The unobstructed road appeared in front of them.

It was indeed unobstructed.

Because it was so smooth that the ghost king appeared directly.

The roaring ghost king swept away all the tricks along the way.

Angrily overturned the immortal grass that was growing desperately.

He attacked Wu Ding and others directly.

The black air in the sky made it impossible to see the face of the ghost king. But a ghost claw several meters long that grabbed them mercilessly was clear.

One claw went down, and two of the ten people were seriously injured.

This claw fully demonstrated that the ghost king likes to find a new way, but his strength is not discounted at all.

Then, a shrill ghost roar came from the slightly condensed figure.

Two people fell down immediately.

The rest of the people also felt dizzy and unable to stand.

The punitive team was not a pushover.

After being caught off guard, the counterattack began immediately.

You sprinkled the Thunderbolt Beads, I posted the Purple Sun True Fire Talisman, you put the Soul Binding Net, I held the Soul Destroying Knife.

Even a young man who was seriously injured by the ghost claws fell to the ground.

He did not forget to activate a formation flag with his own blood.

He directly returned the ghost wall effect just now to the ghost king, causing his attacks to make mistakes frequently.

The ghost king who was counterattacked paused.

The ghost energy in the sky began to condense.

The figure gradually solidified and turned into a pale girl with no blood color, but a breathtakingly beautiful appearance.

Just looking at her face, people have a kind of fascination trance.

Things have changed, and the Song family immediately condensed the formation.

Be on guard against the ghost king who suddenly changed his form in all directions.

The female ghost who can confuse people can write a book. They are not surprised that the ghost king has this additional skill.

Recite the Heart Purification Mantra first.

Stick the Heart Protection Amulet.

The ghost king just looked at them and smiled maliciously. Just when the ghost king opened his mouth to say something.

Cyclone suddenly rushed out from behind and bit off the ghost king's arm.

Quickly returned to Wu Ding and swallowed a ghost hand neatly.

Everyone and the ghosts at the scene: …………

Wu Ding: …………You always surprise me, Cyclone.

Will I have diarrhea after eating it?