Chapter 110 of the Human Soul: The Thrown White King

"Sky Poison Body? What the hell?" A Lang avoided the ground corroded by the venom sprayed by the Dragon God, and quickly came to Xue'er's side while expressing his doubts.

"The Sky Poison Body is a body that is naturally immune to poison-type attacks. This Dragon-Chuking God is completely the nemesis of my Tianxintang Sky-Poison lineage." Xue'er patiently explained to A Lang while staring at the Dragon-Chuking God.

"To put it bluntly, it means I'm not afraid of poison. I thought it was so powerful! So I might also be a Tian Poison Body. I remember that when I was young, my grandfather gave me a lot of poisonous pills and used a lot of poisonous medicinal materials to treat me. I take a shower. Grandpa told me that I am not only invulnerable to all poisons, but probably all poisons. I really want to compete with this stinky centipede to see who is more powerful!" A Lang stared at the Touching Dragon God with his eyes The light shone, and then he swallowed saliva unconsciously.

"Brother Lang, you are so dumb that you can't stop talking. If what you say is true, then your grandfather is really a weirdo. He has been experimenting on you since you were a child!"

"Xue'er, you can't say that about grandpa. Grandpa is the best person in the world to me. But having said that, grandpa is indeed a powerful person. Although I can't tell how powerful he is, I can feel it. He might be even better than that old woman like you. Be awesome."

"Brother Lang... don't talk about your mother-in-law like that!" Xue'er pouted and turned her head to look at A Lang angrily.

When Alang saw Xueer turning around and glaring at him, he hurriedly picked his nose and rolled his eyes, "We are even. If you don't talk about my grandfather, I won't talk about your mother-in-law."

"You...well, forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. We have to think of other ways to deal with this Dragon Touching God." Xue'er turned her head again and looked at the Dragon Touching God with a frown.

"Xue'er, why don't I try it first to see how poisonous it is." A Lang said as he came to Xue'er's side.

"No, Brother Lang, although the humanoid spirit body of the Touching Dragon God was destroyed by your Yuanling and its cultivation level has been reduced, the centipede insect is dead but not stiff. Its cultivation base is too strong. You are only in the spiritual realm. , fighting it directly is like an egg hitting a rock, and you will die directly."

"Well, what you said is indeed true. What should we do? Let me think about it again." A Lang touched his chin with his left hand and his eyes wandered back and forth. Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally saw the little white pig in his right hand. The little white pig seemed to have something. As if he had a premonition, his eyes met with A Lang's.

Seeing A Lang's smiling side eyes, the little white pig cursed endlessly in his heart. Based on his recent experience, the human boy in front of him must be planning how to torture himself again.

After a moment of eye contact with the little white pig, Alang slid the little white pig in front of him and said, "Stupid pig, it's time for you to be tested. If you pass this test, I will officially grant you the title of Lang Daxian's gatekeeper!" Before the little white pig could struggle, Alang turned sideways, first lifted the little white pig behind him, then bent down and threw the little white pig in his right hand like a stone with all his strength.

With two roars and curses of extreme hatred towards A Lang, the little white pig's figure drew a graceful arc in the air and hit the dragon god's waist with a bang.

After receiving the passive physical attack from the little white pig, the Touching Dragon God roared to the sky, extremely angry, and sprayed venom directly at the little white pig around his waist.

"Hey! Does it really work? The blood bar on the big centipede's head lights up. This stupid pig is really his grandfather's treasure!" A Lang instantly became energetic when he saw the health bar on the head of the Dragon God.

"It seems that the weak point of this dragon god is his body, but the blood bar has been reduced too little. I don't know how many years and months it will take to attack like this? It seems that at least tens of thousands of physical attacks are required. Beat him, and he has to use the body of King Bai. The prerequisite is that King Bai can withstand the venom of the Dragon God. Alas, it is too difficult, and King Bai is really wronged." Xueer looked melancholy when she saw the scene in front of her. analyzed.

"What grievance does it have? This is all its training! Being the guard of Immortal Lang is not an easy task. Eh? What is this stupid pig doing?" A Lang responded to Xue'er while paying attention to the field. The little white pig encountered all kinds of ravages, and what the little white pig did at this moment directly confused A Lang.