Chapter 529: Five hundred thirty three

Chapter 529 Chapter 533: Battle To Death
With the healing of the innate Qi, the physical body has undoubtedly reached the best state since the start of the war. This type of iron mountain has even reached the point where the six powers are unified, plus the tremendous power blessed by the blood of the gods of the sun itself. A tuft of steel ingots can also be shaken into slag, especially the power of Zen Zen that bursts deep into the internal organs, even the desolate beast cannot resist.
Therefore, in Miyang's eyes, Tang Luo at this moment is already a dead person, because no mortal warrior can repair the internal organs stronger than the physical body.
Tang Luo who was lifted off was hugged by Dusha's sturdy arms, but the Zen Zen that erupted in his body dragged Dusha and flew tens of meters away. Several fierce people in the battlefield immediately focused their eyes on Tang Luo. On the body, if the coach is dead, what is the point of fighting.
Tang Luo's brain was blank, letting the strength inside his body rush, because he just entered the gate of Ming Jin could not think of a way to resist this strength, so he could only let him go.
It can only be said that it is right not to step forward and assist in the fight at the beginning. Although the power of giants is greater than that of ordinary fierce states, the huge body also means more force. The power of physical skills is from the beginning. In order to deal with the skills of monsters, in other words, huge creatures are afraid of such skills.
It is no one to get the hurt feelings of the monster beast in the human body.
The two fell severely to the ground tens of meters away. The silver giant smashed the ground out of the pit. Du Ling and Dewey rushed to guard in front of the pit in an instant. The Soul locked the sun with only two legs to defend him. Step forward again.
"What can the dead have to protect?" Miyang laughed, tears crying: "Chu'er, grandfather avenged you, can you see it in the sky!"
The saddest life is that a white-haired man sends a black-haired man. He has devoted his life to martial arts. When he saw Mi Chu when he was a teenager, he felt that he saw the youngest son who died early, and devoted all his care to the great-great-great-grandsons separated by generations. Chu did not disappoint him either, he was excellent in talent, perseverance, and unwilling ambition.
Whenever I see Mi Chu, Mi Yang can see how bright the future Mi's will be, and such a junior with high hopes was killed by a warrior with the blood of a trash giant.
As the most powerful man in the contemporary Mi clan, he could not avenge him immediately, every minute and every second since Mi Chu died. Miyang felt that he had not fulfilled his great-great-grandson responsibilities, so he did not show up at Mi Chu's funeral because he didn't know how to face his great-great-grandson.
And now he can. There is no better sacrifice than Tang Luo's head, and he can beheaded before Tang's support. Mi's is too happy.
"Tang Luo is dead. If you don't want the Du clan to exterminate the clan, just go away." Miyang said towards Du Ling Dewey, who is still on guard, "The old man is in a good mood now, so he won't pursue Du clan's disrespect in this battle. Make yourself wrong!"
The grievance was avenged. At this time, Mi Yang just wanted to quickly take Tang Luo's head, so as not to have troubles, and he didn't want to care about Du's obstacles. He was about to take back the wooden dragon, but his face changed because he didn't feel it at all. To my connection with Mulong.
In the distant crowd, the wooden dragon that had suppressed Sun Jinfang and Du Ting and continued to slaughter the warriors suddenly lost its aura and turned into a stiff wooden sculpture that fell to the ground, lifelike!
Miyang finally knew why he felt better than ever before, and he also understood why Tang Luo did not attack, but instead injected a large amount of Gentu's innate energy into his body.
Water can produce wood, but wood shrinks more; wood can conquer the soil, but heavy wood can be folded!
Gentu's innate aura, a high-quality soil-traveling aura, injected into the body of the sacred tree, not only tyrannized the body of the sun, but also completely healed all his famous injuries and dark diseases. pain.
Just a circumstance, made Miyang's physical body reach the point of small perfection. The lone tree meets the heavy soil and completes the physical body, but cuts his connection with his arms. How can the dead branches transform spirits?
Unexpectedly, it was put together by a mortal mortal master. Mi Yang felt the perfect body at this moment, and looked at the pit in the distance with a complicated expression: "But the mortal mortal cultivation base can come up in such a short time. With such a clever cracking method, even if you die, you are worthy of the title 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. Even though he is an opponent, Mi Yang doesn’t know that he is bullying the small, but since Tang Luo is dead, he doesn’t mind to say a few words. if.
The Wind Media had a clear record of the battle of Jiang Lin, but Miyang couldn't believe it. No one knew better than him, how good Mi Chu was cultivated by him, and how could it be suppressed from beginning to end. However, Tang Luo only took two shots, let him understand that only such a keen and tyrannical descent of battle can suppress his great-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 hadn't been for his sudden attack, maybe Xiling's first powerhouse would change hands sixty years later, and he couldn't imagine what kind of dominance such a warrior with amazing fighting talent would grow up to.
Fortunately, now he is dead. Miyang looked at the pothole not far away, with pleasure and regret, and then became shocked.
"You won't die if you die," Tang Luo, who was supposed to be shaken to death, sat up on his back, with his right hand covering his chest and abdomen, and his eyes staring at Mi Yang and said, "Hurt me Tang Wuzong, kill me Direct obedience, old stuff, you have a big deal!"
If you want to ask which mortal is the most powerful in the world, Tang Luo may hesitate to be himself, but if you want to ask who has the strongest viscera in the mortal, then he can only say not modestly, everyone here is all Rubbish.
The top five gods are all strengthening the internal organs, plus the small perfection of the internal five elements, the innate aura is endless, this turbulent power ninety percent is sucked by the internal organs, the immortal war body is a set of internal sage and external king His top-level body-building exercises, not to mention the circumstances where his special body exerts it to the limit.
Even the sacred place of the Transcendence Realm walking in the face of Miyang is at least a severely injured situation, because even his internal organs are shattered, but as soon as he is torn, he is moisturized and healed by innate energy. , So it’s just like a okay person.
But recovery from injury does not mean that there is no pain. The pain of trembling and tearing of the viscera almost made him breathe. This is the biggest trauma he has suffered since his debut. How can he let it go!
The person who should have died actually stood up, Miyang almost dripping out of water with a gloomy face, and said coldly: "However, relying on a set of internal refining techniques, I dare to speak loudly to the old man. You think it is innate. Can the old man's arms be broken by infusion of Qi? I will teach you today, the mystery of the sacred tree body!"
(End of this chapter)