My golden finger is delicious [Quick Transmigration]

Wu Ding watched Xiaoqian leave.

With his strength, keeping Nie Xiaoqian is just a matter of hands.

But let him go.

It's very frustrating to be cheated like this.

Faced with the resistance in such a desperate situation, coupled with the idol filter, he still softened his heart.

Nie Xiaoqian was right.

If Wu Ding and Wu'an Wang are all true.

If he boasted that he killed grandma, and wanted to bravely break into the dead city, he wouldn't be unable to deal with these ghosts and formations.

If you don't want to waste your energy in vain.

You can reach your destination with one turn.

Wu Ding looked at the ghosts that were approaching gradually, except for sighing, Nie Xiaoqian's self-protection wisdom.

More over……

"It's a good song!"

Sound attack is a very common attack method.

Cast ghost spells in the form of songs.

It is also a very common group attack method.

It's just two common things put together.

There are too few people who can use it.

You need strength, you need extremely high musical literacy, and you need a good piece of music that contains magic.

This Evocation by Nie Xiaoqian.

There is a strong purpose and drive.

Very useful!

Wu Ding, who watched the whole process of casting the spell, directly wrote down the song.

Going to experiment later.

Among the spells he first comprehended with Shengmu Mandui, there was no similar attack spell.

There are songs for sacrificial rituals.

But as a rule, it is a sacrifice to the gods to please the world.

I didn't think so much at the time, and chose the path closest to my goal.

Now I have a wider field of vision, and I have more or less feelings.

For example, while playing the piano and whistling, while talking and laughing, all ghosts are wiped out...

"Master Immortal, no matter how nice this song is, can you deal with the current situation?"

Wu Ding was learning new spells in his mind.

King Wu An waited for the next step for a long time.

Wu Ding was still thinking with his eyes closed.

This is very worrying.

"They? Trivial." There are many solutions.

Lightning or fire spells have repeatedly proven themselves to be very effective.

But... this Tomb of Ten Thousand Souls also has the bones of many innocent people under it.

It's better not to do more damage to the environment.

"Let the professionals come at this time."

Among all the extraordinary ability systems, the most restrained ghosts are the Buddhist exercises.

Although the effect of lightning strike and fire is not bad.

But with the same effect, Buddhist exercises are more labor-saving and more targeted.

Look at Yan Chixia jumping up and down with a sword in her hand, and her grandma's face was covered in mud.

Ning Caichen, a good-for-nothing scum, dared to go on a rampage with this Diamond Sutra, and in the end he was unscathed.

Does Wu Ding practice Buddhism?

of course not.

If Taoist practice can be regarded as a combination of arts and science.

If Buddhism re-cultivates the mind, it is like a whole class of liberal arts students.

You need to know addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, but fail in reading comprehension.

You are not qualified to go out and say that you are a disciple of Buddhism.

Wu Ding has no time to study this for now.

However, he has hung up.

King Wu'an pulled out a string of Buddhist beads out of thin air with Wu Ding.

As soon as this string of Buddha beads appeared, the vines and blood that were still sticking to their bodies a second ago quickly retreated from their hearts.

Only the formation that binds their feet is still trembling.

This is just the effect of taking it out!

Haven't started it yet!

King Wu An stared straight at the eyes.

When beating grandma, he also threw a string of prayer beads.

That is also a secret treasure collected by the royal family.

It hit grandma at that time, which meant that grandma vomited a little more.

Compared with the current one, it is almost two levels.

In other words, you already have such a magic weapon, why didn't you use it when you beat the locust tree spirit?

Seeing King Wu'an's doubts, Wu Ding answered with a smile.

"I can't fully exert the effect of the Buddha beads."

This Buddhist bead is in Wu Ding's hands, it is completely a pearl thrown in the dark, and the treasure is covered with dust.

A top magic weapon with both offense and defense.

Reduced to the existence of guarding as the mainstay, passive defense and counterattack, and attack power -70%.

The Montenegrin old demon is the kind who moves and magnifies his moves, and also attacks physically and remotely.

Don't bully Xiaozhu anymore.

What?Where did you say this Buddhist beads come from?

"That came from a... gift from an eminent monk."

This ellipsis is very strange.

What did you omit.

"Monk?"

"Zen Master Fahai is an expert in subjugating demons and subduing demons. He punishes rape and eliminates evil, and subdue demons."

Great, I know what vocabulary you omitted.

Wu Ding used mana to stir up the prayer beads that didn't match up very well.

Probably the surrounding environment was too exciting, and maybe the beads also followed the temper of the former owner.

It was just a move to try.

But let the whole branch of the Buddha beads stand up.

For a moment, the Buddha beads in his hand were full of brilliance.

The murmur of Buddha's voice reverberates in the world.

The voice of compassion and kindness heals the scarred land.

Inspired by the sound, some idle wandering ghosts in the distance have regained some sanity.

Nearer ghosts.

But he couldn't hear this peaceful and quiet voice.

They all showed ferocious faces and painful expressions.

If it is said that the Buddhist voice sung by Sanskrit brought them discomfort.

Then the golden light emitted by the Buddha beads means that they were directly roasted on the fire.

A soft golden light shines in this area.

Wu Ding and King Wu'an are the only two living people.

It feels as refreshing as the warm sun in winter and the cool breeze in summer.

The negative haze inside and outside the body is all dispelled in one breath.

It's like a domineering and gentle person said to you: Take it, brother/sister will not allow you to be unhappy.

The extraordinary power of the beads.

There is also a kind of can't wait to "finally be able to show my skills".

It's not Wu Ding's illusion.

But the beads really convey such a feeling.

If the beads can be humanized.

probably...

[What kind of broken place is this? 】

[Why are there so many evil spirits? ! 】

[What a dirty thing! ! 】

[What are you waiting for, why don't you kill them quickly? ! 】

[Get out of the way!You step back and let me get on! 】

[Look at me, yay yay! 】

[Look, I'm awesome, I should have let me go! ! 】

Wu Ding: ...

Well, that... as long as you are happy.

In other words, this Buddhist bead must have been aggrieved in Fahai's hands for a long time.

After all, Fahai seems to prefer to use a golden bowl and a scepter.

Otherwise, I would not have handed over the beads to him as a "witness of friendship".

"I hope Miss Xiaoqian is not scared."

In the golden light and Sanskrit sound of Buddhism Purdue, these ghosts and monsters around.

Either the screams completely dissipated under the golden light.

Or they finally escaped the attack range in embarrassment.

After clearing everything around.

The Buddha beads wandered around in satisfaction, collected the magical powers and landed in Wu Ding's hands.

There was no trace of dimness, and the golden light flashed for a while.

[I am amazing! 】

The Buddha Bead, who is jealous of evil, is ready to continue to show his talents.

It can see that this place is simply waiting for him to save it!

Regardless of the current owner of the Buddha beads, he has no Buddhist practice at all.

Completely use Wu Ding as a power bank.

"Yes, yes, you are the best."

"Immortal Master?!" King Wu An looked terrified, in this haunted place.

The only living partner suddenly opened his mouth and said to an invisible being, "You are the most powerful"

It's scary.

Which ghost is this that hasn't gone clean?

Why can't he see it? !

"It's him." Wu Ding pointed to the Buddhist beads.

"I'm afraid this child is a bit spiritual."

The spirit of the instrument has not yet been produced, but only some autonomous emotions and consciousness.

For example, what Wu Ding said to him now.

He didn't respond.

Otherwise, judging from the little temper tantrum just now.

You have to refute it anyway.

He is not a child.

The posture of Hundred Ghosts of the Night Walking has completely disappeared.

The dot matrix method under the feet is naturally not a problem.

Already cleaned up.

After Wu Ding and King Wu'an finished a bit of repairing.

At the same time, he turned and pressed the stone wall.

The next second, after the world spun.

What they saw was a pitch-black land and a blood-red sky.

An extremely cold feeling swept over his body in an instant.

If the coldness of the Tomb of Thousand Souls was 3 before, it is now 10!

A man with plenty of blood like King Wu An also froze immediately.

Not just people, but souls froze together.

Living people here... can't last a stick of incense.

This can't last, it doesn't mean that you have to evacuate after a stick of incense.

But can live a stick of incense.

Wu Ding has cultivation, so he is fine for the time being.

Seeing that King Wu'an's complexion was not good, he immediately put the Buddhist beads on him.

"Huh~" The rescued King Wu'an let out a long breath.

"You didn't bring a Buddhist scripture or something?"

"I choose weapons."

King Wu'an scratched his head in embarrassment.

Like a novice with a wrong point.

It was used to smash grandma, and the string of Buddhist beads was brought because it was small enough to hang in the pocket.

He really didn't want to choose a treasure that was easy to break and drop like scriptures.

In the concept of King Wu'an.

How does a book fight monsters?He's not a monk, and he doesn't know how to recite scriptures.

Could it be possible to slap a monster on the face with a book (yes)

"It seems that among magic weapons, there are those who specialize in art." The double knives in King Wu'an's hands, the whip around his waist, and the boots under his feet did not give him qualified protection.

"You take the beads with you, so I won't have to stick the talisman."

Wu Ding charged the Buddha beads again.

The small Buddha beads immediately began to shine brightly.

But this time he also seemed to know that his mission had changed.

It just emitted a faint light, turned on the "power saving" mode, and protected King Wu'an alone.

"Then what about these?"

With two big living people stepping into the city of death in vain.

That's no different from pouring cold water into a hot oil pan.

The fiery feelings are also extraordinarily ghostly in this gloomy place.

Look at the evil spirits coming forward one after another.

This number is much more exciting than the Tomb of Thousand Souls.

And one by one, black robes, black gauze, black faces and black skulls.

The clothes are neat and uniform, just like the real ghost soldiers of the underworld.

The Montenegrin old demon pays attention to human design.

But a fake is a fake.

No king of the underworld is as virtuous as you.

"It's no wonder that neither grandma nor Xiaoqian said how to find the Black Mountain old demon after entering the city of death... It's too obvious."

There is no sun, moon and stars in the whole city of vain death.

Only a little light against the blood-red sky.

The only light source allowed in the entire City of Death is the blood lantern hanging at the entrance of the dark palace.

That is the palace of the Montenegrin old demon.

And the body of the Montenegro old demon did not cover up.

Behind the palace, there are tens of thousands of kilometers of dark mountains.

It is the old demon of Montenegro.

This is not like the grandma who transformed into a huge body.

The body of Montenegro is so huge.

He is the mountain!

He is the ten-thousand-year old demon catalyzed by countless resentful spirits and dead souls on this mountain!

"Master Immortal, shall we go straight through?"

"Others have given off their power, let's not be foolish and reckless, it is still necessary to say hello."

Wu Dingpin took out another cassock.

The vast Buddhist aura immediately stagnated the black soldiers rushing around.

"This...is Zen Master Fahai's treasure again?"

How much wool have you plucked from others?