After everyone had had enough food and drinks, they all rented a huge inn, where they rested and watched various performances in the square.
A blond figure quickly swept out of the attic, and she came to a desolate alley that was completely opposite to the bustling street.
Long Xiaorou looked at the bandage wrapped around her left hand. A faint aura of death had gradually begun to spread. She was holding back painful tears, gritting her teeth and clutching her left wrist with her right hand.
The pain of being constantly infected and corroded by the air of death was comparable to the pain of being bitten by countless ants, and tortured Long Xiaorou to the point of almost having a mental breakdown.
Carefully opening the bandage that bound the palm of his left hand, he saw that the once small wound had spread to his meridians with the aura of death.
A bright fusion golden light flashed in Long Xiaorou's eyes, an indescribable tyrannical fusion force that fused the death energy with flesh and blood.
This is not the first time she has done this.
If ordinary creatures are to be followed, even a strong person in the saint realm will quickly undergo a disaster after being infected with the energy of death.
Nearly half a year has passed. Instead of being transformed by the disaster, Long Xiaorou used a special fusion power to refine the energy of death and use it as her own power.
But today, it was like an explosion. Long Xiaorou's body was resisting the sudden attack of the power of death energy.
"Didn't the fusion just finish? Why did it repeat so quickly...!" Long Xiaorou was afraid that she would cry out in pain, so she bit the bandage tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.
In the dark and quiet alley, compared with the bustling square city outside, the flaws here are extremely desolate.
Long Xiaorou held her left wrist tightly in pain, her forehead was covered with sweat, and she was in pain.
But she didn't want others to know that she was infected by the aura of death.
Because the only way to cure the infection of death energy is to wipe out all the natural disaster clan.
The aura of death is more like a curse. The power of the curse that penetrates deeply into people's hearts makes people extremely painful.
Only when the source dies can the energy of death truly dissipate and disappear from this world...
Accompanied by a sharp pain that was like a stab to the heart, Long Xiaorou turned her back to the wall and fainted...
"Hahaha, brother, that girl just now was really cool. Don't tell me, a phoenix can really emerge from the henhouse. That girl is so smooth!"
"Hahahaha, yes, I feel comfortable and satisfied anyway, so I'm giving you a discount today."
"Hehehe, if we have a chance in the future, it'll be cool to go over there."
In a quiet alley, a few drunkards were having a drunken discussion with each other. Suddenly, they saw a beautiful girl in a coma quietly leaning against the wall in the alley.
The blonde girl was leaning against the wall unconsciously, with her perfect curvy figure restrained in the long clothes. The drunken men couldn't believe their eyes at first.
"Hey! Brother, this seems to be a living person, what a beautiful girl!"
"Hey hey hey, you're lucky! This must be some brothel that drank too much. We are so lucky!"
"Hahaha, if I had known there was such a beautiful woman, why would we have gone to that place just now? This girl is a million times better than that one!"
"I'm the eldest brother, so I come first to respect you!"
Seeing this, several wretched drunkards began to approach the unconscious Long Xiaorou.
Seeing that the three people's hands were about to touch the girl's skin, Long Xiaorou, who was in a coma, suddenly opened her beautiful eyes.
It's just that Long Xiaorou woke up this time as if he was a different person. The thunderous golden light in his eyes no longer appeared. Instead, there was a black and purple light with some kind of cruel death aura.
In the blink of an eye, Long Xiaorou moved...
The next moment, at the high level of the quiet alley, Long Xiaorou blinked his black and purple eyes, looking in the direction of the Six Paths Courtyard.
The blood dripping from the Thunder Emperor Sword in his hand was the blood of those drunken men before!
call out!
Long Xiaorou's figure disappeared into this world...
