Miyang, who has been healed by innate qi, has undoubtedly reached the best state since the start of the war, and this type of iron mountain has even reached the point of the integration of six energies, coupled with the surging power of Miyang's own divine wood bloodline, even a lump of steel ingots can be shaken into slag, especially the power of Zen that erupts deep into the internal organs, even the desolate beasts cannot resist.

Therefore, in Miyang's eyes, Tang Luo at this moment is already a dead man, because no mortal martial artist can cultivate the five internal organs stronger than the physical body.

Tang Luo, who was lifted away, was hugged by Du Sha's thick arm, but the shock that erupted in his body dragged Du Sha and flew out dozens of meters, and several fierce people in the battlefield suddenly focused their eyes on Tang Luo, if the boss died, what was the point of fighting.

Tang Luo's brain was blank, and he let the strength in his body surge, because he couldn't think of a way to resist this force when he first entered the gate of Ming Jin, so he could only go with him.

It can only be said that it is right not to come forward from the beginning to assist in the battle, although the strength of the giant is greater than the general fierce realm, but the huge body also means more force, and the strength of the body technique is to deal with the skills of demon beasts from the beginning, in other words, the huge creatures are afraid of such skills.

Getting the pain of a demon beast with a human body, this is no one.

The two of them fell the ground dozens of meters away, the silver giant smashed the earth out of the big pit, Du Ling and Dewey instantly rushed to guard in front of the pit, and the spirit locked on Miyang, who only had his legs left, and defended him to step forward again.

"What do the dead have to guard. Miyang laughed heartily, laughing with tears in his eyes: "Chu'er, grandfather has avenged you, can you see it in the sky!"

The saddest thing in life is that the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, who has devoted his life to martial arts, he felt that he saw the young son who died early when he saw Mi Chu when he was a teenager, and poured all his love into the great-great-grandson who was separated by several generations, and Mi Chu did not disappoint him, excellent talent, tenacious perseverance, and unwillingness to be subordinate.

Whenever he sees Mi Chu, Mi Yang can see how bright the Mi Clan will be in the future, and such a junior who has high hopes is actually killed by a martial artist with the blood of a garbage giant.

As the strongest man in the contemporary Mi clan, he can't avenge it immediately, every minute and every second since Mi Chu's death. Miyang felt that he had not fulfilled his great-grandfather's responsibilities, so he did not show up at Michu's funeral because he didn't know how to face his great-grandson at all.

And now that he can, there is no better sacrifice than Tang Luo's head, and he can kill him before Tang's support, and Mi Taishang is full of joy.

"Tang Luo is dead, if you don't want the Du clan to be wiped out, get out of the way. Mi Yang said to Du Ling Du Wei, who was still on guard: "The old man is in a good mood now, so he will no longer pursue the disrespect of the Du clan in this battle, don't make a mistake by yourself!"

The revenge was avenged, Miyang just wanted to quickly take Tang Luo's head at this time, so as not to cause trouble, and he didn't want to care about the obstruction of the Du family, and was about to take back the wooden dragon, but his face changed, because he couldn't feel the connection between himself and the wooden dragon at all.

In the crowd in the distance, the wooden dragon that had suppressed Sun Jinfang and Du Ting and continued to slaughter the martial artists suddenly lost its aura and turned into a stiff wood carving and fell to the ground, lifelike!

Mi Yang finally knew why he felt better than ever, and he also understood why Tang Luo did not attack, but instead injected a large amount of Gen Earth Innate Qi into his body.

Water can give birth to wood, but wood shrinks more water; wood can overcome soil, but soil can be heavy and wood can be broken!

The high-quality earth-walking qi of Gen Tu was injected into the body of Shenmu, which not only strengthened Miyang's physical body, but also completely cured all his famous injuries and dark diseases, and since it was a healing injury, it naturally included the pain of a broken arm.

Just a circulation, so that Miyang's physical body to the point of small perfection, the lonely tree meets the heavy earth, completes the physical body, but cuts off the connection between him and his arms, how can the withered branches turn into spirits?

Unexpectedly, he was put in a position by a mortal son, Miyang felt the perfect body at this moment, and looked at the pit in the distance, with a complicated expression: "But the transformation of the mortal cultivation can come up with such a wonderful way to crack it in such a short time, even if you die, you are worthy of the name of the first son of Xiling, the peerless Tianjiao!"

People are always willing to give a fair and objective evaluation after the death of others, although they are opponents, but Miyang doesn't know that he is bullying the small, but since Tang Luo is dead, he doesn't mind saying a few pertinent words.

The wind media recorded the battle of Jiang Lin clearly, but Miyang refused to believe it, no one knew better than him, how good the Michu cultivated by him was, how could it be suppressed from beginning to end. But Tang Luo only made two shots, which made him understand that only such a mortal who was extremely sensitive and strong in battle could suppress his great-grandson.

Because he knew how to cultivate another Mi Chu, but he didn't understand how to cultivate such a Tang Luo.

If it weren't for his sudden attack, maybe the strongest man in Xiling would change hands sixty years later, and he didn't dare to imagine what kind of dominance such a martial artist with amazing combat talent would have when he grew up.

Fortunately, now he is dead. Miyang looked at the pothole not far away, with pleasure and regret, and then, it turned into shock.

"If you die, Young Master Ben won't die," Tang Luo, who should have been shocked to death, sat up on his back, covered his chest and abdomen with his right hand, stared at Miyang Han with his eyes, and said: "Hurt my Tang Clan's Martial Sect, kill my direct follower, old thing, you have a big deal!"

If you want to ask which one is the most powerful in the world, Tang Luo may still be a little hesitant whether it will be himself, but if he wants to ask who has the strongest viscera among the fans, then he can only say immodestly that everyone here is rubbish.

The upper five divine patterns are all strengthened internal organs, coupled with the small consummation of the inner five elements, the innate qi is endless, and ninety percent of the power of this turbulent Tuo is sucked away by the five internal organs, and the immortal battle body is a set of top-level body forging exercises of the inner saint and outer king, not to mention the situation that his special body exerts it to the limit.

Even if the Holy Land of the Mortal Realm was walking in the face of Miyang, it was at least a seriously injured situation, because even his internal organs were shattered, but as soon as he was torn, he was nourished and healed by the innate qi, so he was like a nobody.

But healing from the injury does not mean that it does not hurt, the pain of the concussion and tearing of the viscera almost made him breathe, this is the biggest trauma he has suffered since his debut, how can he give up!

The person who should have died actually stood up, Miyang's face was gloomy and almost dripping, and he said coldly: "But with a set of internal alchemy secret techniques, you dare to speak to the old man, do you think that you can break the old man's arms by infusing with innate qi?