Chapter 172 Blood of Beast Spirit

It is also the light of charming hearts. The power of the holy weapon can completely resist Husole's illusion, and Ling Lan's powerful sacred breath steadily suppresses the other party.

"Ah..."

The psychedelic light shrouded the earth like a small sun. The army of thousands of dark elves closed their eyes nervously and covered their faces. The slower people showed a dull expression, and then immediately lay on the ground and lost their souls and consciousness.

"Boom!"

The sharp sword of heaven came from all directions, Husole's power had been exhausted, and the violent explosion of the two rays of light blew his body like a stone.

On his body, blood poured down from mid-air like a pillar of water. In the blink of an eye, others hit the ground and splashed a misty dust mist.

Husole landed in the center of the fox army. The fox soldiers with less than 1,000 people left saw that their leader's life and death were unknown. They all had no intention of fighting and retreated timidly. Countless bows and arrows shot in rows, blocking their escape route.

The screams continued, and the foot of the mountain became a hell of death. The dense corpses piled up and blood flowed into rivers.

A gust of wind blew and blew into the forest with strong blood.

Ling Lan fell to the ground, and thousands of troops of the fox clan were killed. Although they killed the enemy, the dark elves did not mean to be excited at all. They were chased for a few days and were exhausted. When the war ended, they lay on the ground tiredly and relaxed comfortably.

There is nothing better than living. They looked at the blue sky and gradually closed their eyes.

"Lord Linglan! Thanks to you!" Charette walked to Ling Lan, and the gratitude on his face appeared deeply. He was also tired and panting, but as a general leading thousands of people, he could not show a tired look.

"It doesn't matter. There are still some fruits here. You can eat them." Ling Lan has a basket of elf fruits in his hand, which is food that he has stored in the ring for a long time and has never eaten it.

Charette took over the bright fruits of different colors and was excited to speak again.

The Tiger King's army has been watching the war below on the mountain. When the fox clan was wiped out, the Tiger King came down with a vast army.

In the pile of corpses, a hand suddenly stretched out. On the ground that Husole had just fallen, a pile of corpses was pushed away, and an arm full of blood was exposed. He held a bottle of red shiny potion in his hand, which looked extremely strange on the background of blood.

"Hmm?" Ling Lan felt a breath of life. He suddenly turned his head and found that Husole stood up slowly again. His coat was broken and his trousers were shattered by countless cracks. On his strong body, the muscles were squirming violently and strangely as if they were alive.

The expression on Husole's face looked very enjoyable. First, Ling Lan saw it, and then Lance, Xiaohei, Elta and Charlet in the distance looked at his evil changes in surprise.

"Blood of the Beast?" Ling Lan suddenly thought of a word. Where did he hear it, and what Husole had just drunk was very similar to the blood of the beast spirit.

"Hahaha..."

Husoller, who lowered his head, no longer moved. He laughed evilly, and his voice changed from small to big, gradually becoming clearer and clearer to people's ears.

His muscles bulge like a solid iron tower, full of infinite explosiveness. The sharp obscene head is matched with a mischievous skin, which makes people feel very strange.

"The effect of the blood of the advanced beast is indeed extraordinary. Ling Lan, I will definitely kill you this time! Hahaha..."

Husole stared at Ling Lan hundreds of meters away. His breath was different from before, as if he had changed from a feminine woman to a sunny and strong man.

"What are you drinking?" Ling Lan asked doubtfully.

"Do you want to know? Hahaha... Then I will tell you that our fox clan has been developing for hundreds of years, mixing the blood of hundreds of races such as tigers, bears, dark elves and so on to create perfect blood. There are only five bottles of this high-level animal spirit blood in the whole world.

"Ah..."

An exclamation sounded from behind Ling Lan, and the dark elves lying on the ground to rest quickly stood up. They saw that the army of the Tiger King was approaching, just a few hundred meters away from them.

In less than a minute, the Tiger King came from their side, and the troops stopped in place and confronted the dark elves. Careful and very cautious.

"Brother Ling Lan, let me kill this bastard myself!" Sambada, the tiger king, saw that there were still people alive, and he also heard Hussoller's words. In two days, his army lost tens of thousands of soldiers, and he didn't even see the shadow of the enemy. Now, Hussol is standing here alive, and he is bound to kill him with his own hands!

Ling Lan took the initiative to get out of the way, and Husole mocked disdainfully, "Sambada, do you want to try my new body? Then come on! I will show you the real power of our fox clan!"

Husoller rushed directly without any blade, and the Tiger King also left the golden mace in his hand and rushed over with a roar.

After the mutation, Husole's body shape is almost the same as that of the Tiger King. Their fists hit each other fiercely without any tricks or skills in it. What they fight for is strong strength!

"Boom!"

The air wave brought up by the fist exploded, and both of them took a step back and made a punching posture.

"Well, this is the real power of the fox clan!"

"Hahaha... The frog at the bottom of the well, is it okay to drink medicine in the future? You bitches who think they are smart!" The Tiger King was burned by the fire of anger, and he left eye-catching footprints on the ground every step he took.

In contrast, Husole, under the strong attack of the Tiger King, he became more and more invincible and retreated.

At the beginning, he deliberately hit directly every time the Tiger King punched, but a minute later, two minutes later, he was so painful that he had to dodge. He found that his body was falling sharply and was about to be unable to hold on.

"Drink! Drink!"

After the Tiger King punched more than a thousand fists, the speed of his hands could no longer be seen clearly with the naked eye. In the face of his fierce offensive, it was naturally stressful. He sweated coldly in horror. He found that the feeling of infinite power when he had just finished drinking the medicine could not be found. On the contrary, he was not as good as his previous physical strength. His bones The head kept breaking, and every punch of the Tiger King hit his chest. It was not until his broken bone was punched into a big hole that the Tiger King stopped attacking.

"How can it be...no...no..." Husole reluctantly closed his eyes. He had died once. It was the power of the blood of the beast that made him stand up again, but he only persisted for ten minutes and received another summons from Death.