President’s Exclusive Alchemist

Chapter 188: The Worst Innate Spirit Tool in History

Abatu suddenly took out such a weird bloody heart, and he woke up twelve minutes of vigilance, thinking what would happen to the other party, but he really didn’t expect Abatu’s goal to be the Gu behind him. Don.

When he threw the heart to Gu Tang, Abatu shook his face in front of Ming Wuxiang, otherwise he would be able to intercept that strange heart.

Seeing that, the weird heart that knew that it was not a good thing rushed towards Gu Tang, Ming Wuxiang, even if he knew that Gu Tang had a magic weapon to save his life, he was very nervous. I didn’t know what, subconsciously took the innate in the white jade space. The spirit weapon took out and hit the heart.

"Hit! Uh, cough cough, no, Gu Tang, you haven't been touched by that thing, right?"

Ming Wuxiang didn't even look at the heart that was smashed by the congenital spirit weapon, and rushed to Gu Tang's side, pulling him to check carefully.

The attacking techniques of the lower head master are all very weird. For example, the blood worm also has a beating heart. Who knows what happens if we get close to these weird things.

Gu Tang didn't want to be distracted by the fact that he was far from the battlefield. Abatu took the opportunity to attack him just now. To tell the truth, Gu Tang didn't feel anything.

Seeing Ming Wuxiang’s worried look, with a faint smile on his face, he patted Ming Wuxiang’s back of hands, and calmed him in a soft tone: “I’m fine, don’t worry, that thing was given by the innate spirit weapon before it got close. It flew."

A ray of spiritual power circulated in Gu Tang's body, and it was confirmed that nothing messed up inside Gu Tang's body. He sighed with relief, and then he thought about seeing the innate spiritual tool thrown out by him and the weird one. heart.

Then Ming Wuxiang followed Gu Tang's gaze and looked over. When he saw the scene over there clearly, he couldn't help being silent for a while.

It's no wonder that Ming Wuxiang was left speechless, because the scene was too funny, and the words showed that it was a very nervous and shocking fantasy blockbuster, and now it turned into a comedy in a second.

I saw that the innate spiritual tool thrown out by Ming Wuxiang still maintained the state of the light group with thunder and lightning, because Gu Tang could not contain the innate spiritual tool, and the spiritual energy in the white jade space of Ming Wuxiang only has the spirit plant. Benefits, regardless of the spirit weapon.

Therefore, the thunder and lightning on the ball of light was much weaker than it was at the beginning. Fortunately, the innate spirit weapon could not speak, or it was about to cry again.

However, even if it is weak, the combat effectiveness is still leveraged, especially against the energy of the dark attribute.

Although the innate spirit weapon does not have special attributes, it is still the thunder system. Whether in the world of cultivating immortals or in this world, the lightning system and light system are the nemesis of the dark system.

The innate spirit weapon only has instinct, and cannot be stored in the master's dantian enough to make it gloomy. When it comes out, it encounters a strange thing with such a strong dark energy, and that thing wants to attack its master.

Even without Gu Tang's control, the innate spirit weapon would explode, OK?

The innate spirit weapon has not been cultivated and can only maintain its original form, but this form also has attack skills, such as smashing you and smashing you.

The funny picture that Ming Wuxiang saw was a larger ball of light, which kept smashing into that weird heart, and then smashing several lightning bolts about the size of a baby's finger onto the opponent.

And that weird heart, I don't know what tricks Abato did, no matter how many times it was hit by the innate spirit weapon, it still flew up persistently, with the goal to rush towards Gu Tang.

In the end it became, the heart flew up, and then was smashed back into the ground by the innate spirit weapon, and then smashed a few times, the heart flew up again, was smashed down, and smashed a few more times.

This picture keeps looping...

Seeing the heart's reaction, Ming Wuxiang didn't know whether to admire the weird heart's perseverance or be speechless, the innate spirit weapon was so idle.

By the way, doesn't this situation look like a mole?

Compared with Ming Wuxiang, I don’t know what to say. Gu Tang, who is the owner of the innate spirit weapon, has the calmest expression. He raised his head and glanced at Abatu, who could no longer see the figure, and turned his head to Ming Wuxiang. Said: "Run away?"

"Don't worry, that person can't run away." In the forest, I didn't have to think about avoiding the eyes and ears of a Mu Linggen monk.

I saw Ming Wuxiang raised his hands in front of his chest, and his ten fingers cleverly pinched out mysterious fingerings.Gu Tang just glanced at the movement of Ming Wuxiang's hands before looking away, because if he kept watching, he would feel dizzy.

Gu Tang, who avoided Ming Wuxiang's hand movements, looked at other directions and wondered if it was his illusion. He always felt that Ming Wuxiang's wonderful fingering was used. As far as his eyes were, the trees in the forest were covered. Mobilized.

It wasn't Gu Tang's illusion, as long as it was reachable by the illusion and spiritual power, all the plants in this range were under his control.

Before attempting to attack Gu Tang by attacking Enlightened Wuxiang, Abatu, who had escaped, could not get out of Ming Wuxiang’s spiritual consciousness. When he kept running forward, his left foot was suddenly caught. The vine tripped.

Abatu, who was lying on the ground, saw the vine on the ground before he could react, suddenly as if he was alive, shook his whole person tightly.

Abatu, who was tied up by vines with at least thick arms, had a frightened expression and kept struggling, but no matter how he moved, he would only feel that the vines on his body were getting tighter.Abatu, who was already flustered, kept rustling noises from the surrounding leaves.

The light in the forest was originally insufficient. In such a gloomy environment, the pores of Abatu's whole body were erected, and the emotion of fear was spontaneously overwhelming his reason.

"Do not!"

The vine that overwhelmed Abatu's last straw was the vine that originally bound him, and began to pull him in a certain direction, and that direction was where he had just fled.

Abatu was quickly pulled by the vines in front of Ming Wuxiang and Gu Tang. Abatu, who was dragged on the ground all the way, didn't even bother to look at the terrible enemy because he noticed that he had just thrown it out. The heart fell, it was broken in such a short time.

Yes, that strange heart has now become a pile of black coal.

I don't know if the Innate Spirit Tool felt Ming Wuxiang's contempt. When Ming Wuxiang was going to catch the escaped Abatu, it directly released a thunder and lightning with a thick arm, which instantly smashed the strange heart into coke.

However, because of this attack, the thunder light on the Innate Spirit Tool was weakened again.

After destroying the enemy, the innate spirit weapon immediately floated to Gu Tang and circled him, with a pitiful smell.

Don't say pretending to be pitiful, even if it's cute, Gu Tang is still an ordinary person, and he can't replenish the spiritual power consumed by the innate spiritual tool.

Hey, it's really pitiful to be an Innate Spirit Tool for its sake.

After acknowledging the master, even the master can't touch it. Have you seen such a poor innate spiritual weapon?

Ming Wuxiang didn't care about the innate spirit weapon that was roaming around Gu Tang, walked to the frightened Abatu with a cold expression, and looked down at Abatu who was tied up by the five flowers on the ground.

In Abatu's horrified gaze, Ming Wuxiang said coldly: "Don't you like to drain your child's blood for cultivation? Now let you feel what it's like to be drained of blood all over your body."

I didn't see what the Wuxiang was doing, but the vines that originally bound Abatu suddenly separated many branches that were thinner than chopsticks, and then slammed them into Abatu's body.

Yes, it is a carnivorous plant that binds Abatu, and then it becomes a blood-sucking vine directly after the urging of the Ming Wuxiang wood attribute spiritual power.

Of course, because Ming Wuxiang’s control is so smart, after Ming Wuxiang leaves, this carnivorous plant will return to its original state. The only difference is that it does Ming Wuxiang a favor and then has a full meal.

Abatu has no chance to resist at all. The only thing he cultivated successfully is the bloodworm drop. However, the consumption just now is too large, and if it is used again, it will be backlashed, and then just refining the heart drop at the beginning, that is. A heart taken alive from an apprentice.

If it were not that the time was not enough and the refining was successful, the heart might have brought a little trouble to Ming Wuxiang, and now it was chopped into coke by the innate spiritual weapon. I have to say that one drink and one peck is of heaven.

Abato didn't expect that the enemy had such a powerful weapon as thunder.

The branches stuck in Abatu’s body moved, and as time passed, Abatu’s face became paler and paler. The loss of blood not only made his eyes dark, but also felt colder and colder. .

Abatu, who has always been an executioner, likes to appreciate the fearful expression of his prey when facing death. Now it is his turn to become a prey, wanting to ask for help and want to live.But his throat could only make a hum, hum, and he couldn't even say a word.

Soon, Abatu was sucked into a corpse by the plant, and the expression on his face was the same as the apprentice of Abatu whom Ming Wuxiang and Gu Tang had met before, with his eyes protruding, his mouth open and his face full. fear.

After Ming Wuxiang felt that Abatu's vitality was cut off, he waved his hand to let the vine leave, leaving Abatu's body in place.

Abatu had already come down. He didn't need to deal with the matter afterwards. He turned around and walked quickly to Gu Tang, looking at Gu Tang secretly, but he couldn't help but smile when he saw no other expression on Gu Tang's face.

Ming Wuxiang is not the Holy Father, let alone Xiao Bai. In the world of cultivating immortals, he may have more lives in his hands than some war criminals.Returning to the current legal society, he was suppressing his killing intent all the time.

Accustomed to nearly a hundred years of gratitude and enmity, the strong respects the strong, and it is not easy to become a good citizen who obeys the law.

But this is only for ordinary people, for cultivators who belong to the same world, Ming Wuxiang is more inclined to cut grass and roots.

Therefore, he worried that Gu Tang, a good young man who has been living in a legal society, would not be used to his own way of doing things.But now it seems that Gu Tang's reaction has satisfied him, and he deserves to be the person he chose.

"Get some work done, but people from the special incident handling department are needed here to clean the battlefield."

Gu Tang nodded, indicating that he would contact the person in the Special Event Handling Department, and then signaled Ming Wuxiang to put away the innate spiritual tool that was surrounding him.

Putting away the innate spirit weapon, when Ming Wuxiang was about to leave here with his arms around Gu Tang, Gu Tang suddenly removed the disguise from his face and at the same time removed Ming Wuxiang's face.

When Ming Wuxiang looked dumbfounded, he lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, and then said calmly, "Let's go."

Mr. Gu, how can you suddenly attack!

He said it was a spit, but Ming Wuxiang left with his arms around Gu Tang, without the cotton mask, the smile on his face was very clear.

Seeing the smile on Ming Wuxiang's face, Gu Tang couldn't help showing a faint smile in his eyes.How could he not pay attention to Ming Wuxiang's sight just now, just killing someone who should be killed.