The cocoon of light instantly entered Luo Zheng's glabella and disappeared without a trace.
After being planted with the cocoon of light, Luo Zheng felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Previously, Shi Xiaoqiao had planted a petal on him. This time, she had planted a cocoon of light.
Could it be that the cocoon of light had recorded all of his actions?
However, when he saw the long-haired woman retract her hand and reveal a gratified smile, he felt a sense of security.
Perhaps this was the feeling of home?
"Let's go. I'll take you to activate Elder Yuan's inheritance." As the long-haired woman spoke, she took the initiative to pick up Luo Yan.
At that moment, the sword mastiff and the others rushed over.
Although the long-haired woman had killed Tu 'e, the sword mastiff still did not understand the reason.
In the eyes of the sword mastiff, any manifestation of fear was an enemy. This long-haired woman gave off a bewitching and ominous feeling. Could she be a demonic being that bewitched people?
"Luo Zheng, who is she?" the sword mastiff asked nervously.
Speaking of which …
This woman could kill Tu 'e with a raise of her hand.
Even if he resisted, it would be meaningless. However, how could the sword mastiff be at ease if he did not ask clearly?
He had summoned the Calamity Sword. He would die eventually, but he still hoped that Luo Yan and Luo Zheng could escape this calamity and obtain the inheritance of the Dao Struggle.
"She …"
Luo Zheng hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
The long-haired woman gently bit her lip. Her bewitching red eyes stared blankly at Luo Zheng, faintly revealing a look of anticipation.
She naturally hoped that Luo Zheng would acknowledge her …
Luo Zheng and the long-haired woman's eyes met. His heart skipped a beat as he said, "She's my mother."
Hearing Luo Zheng's words, the long-haired woman's eyes narrowed slightly as she revealed a smile.
"Mother?" The sword mastiff was stunned.
The sword race disciples also looked at each other.
This matter was too unbelievable. After all, the manifestations of fear in the Dao Struggle were all unique and abnormally terrifying monsters.
How could Luo Zheng meet his mother here?
No matter how coincidental it was, it could not be so coincidental!
No, she was probably a demonic being that could bewitch people. Perhaps this woman came from the Soul Wilderness. There were indeed some powerful existences that could do this!
Seeing the Sword Mastiff's face full of doubt and disbelief, Luo Zheng couldn't help but explain, "Actually, it's not difficult to understand. There was a period of time when she became the thing I feared … At that time, I didn't know that she was my mother, so …"
With such an explanation, the sword mastiff and the disciples of the Sword Race came to a sudden realization. However, it left them speechless.
The Dongfang family was willing to pay a heavy price and used Dongfang Gui to summon a demon.
Luo Zheng was even weirder. He even called out his mother …
Jian Ao couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Other than Luo Yan, who was a little more normal, the rest of the Luo Family seemed to be a little weird.
"So that's how it is. That's good." Jian Ao forced a smile. "Congratulations, it looks like you'll be able to obtain the inheritance of Dao Struggle."
The disciples of the Sword Clan had completed their mission, but their lives were about to come to an end …
The blood-red patterns on the Disaster Sword in the Sword Mastiff's hand were shrinking bit by bit. Now, only the tip of the sword was left, about one-fifth of it.
When these blood-red patterns were completely extinguished, their lives would also come to an end.
Because of Jian Ao's words, the faces of the other eleven disciples of the Sword Clan dimmed.
In order to risk their lives, they had sacrificed their lives to summon the Disaster Sword. Now, it was time for them to suffer the consequences.
Although they were mentally prepared, how could life and death be so easy to face?
"What's wrong?"
Seeing the expressions of Jian Ao and the others, Luo Zheng was somewhat baffled.
His gaze fell on the longswords in their hands. Speaking of which, the strength displayed by the twelve disciples of the Sword Clan was indeed powerful. They could actually injure Tu 'e twice. Could it be related to the swords in their hands?
Seeing this, the long-haired woman smiled faintly. Then, she handed the sleeping Luo Yan to Luo Zheng.
After Luo Zheng was done, she walked towards Jian Ao and reached out to grab the Disaster Sword in his hand. She said faintly, "The Disaster Sword in your hands is formed from the tides of fortune. Moreover, it's the tide of misfortune. After the red light dissipates, you will bear the tribulations of three disasters and three calamities. However, most people can't even pass the first disaster. Even if you pass the first disaster, there will be the second, third, and three calamities. There's no doubt you'll die."
"What?" Luo Zheng's pupils dilated slightly. This was equivalent to paying the price of one's life.
Jian Ao smiled bleakly and pulled the Disaster Sword back from the long-haired woman's hand. "Before we used the Disaster Sword, we already knew the consequences. This is our fate. I'm afraid it can't be changed …"
The other disciples of the Sword Clan all lowered their heads. Their faces were filled with grief.
Once the Disaster Sword was used, even a Saint wouldn't be able to save it. This was the consensus of the Sword Clan.
"I remember that this Disaster Sword was created by a genius of the Sword Clan. In reality, it's a sword of misfortune formed from the Eternal Sword Intent. There's no solution to this misfortune. However, it can be transferred. I can transfer the tribulations to someone else," the long-haired woman said faintly.
"Transfer?"
Jian Ao's heart thumped wildly.
Jian Ao didn't know where Luo Zheng's mother came from. However, such a person might have some abilities that even a Saint didn't know about!
"It can be transferred?"
"Does that mean we still have a chance to live?"
"Impossible. Even Master Wu Heng can't do that …"
The disciples of the Sword Clan all had hopeful expressions.
"But who can it be transferred to?" Mo Nan suddenly said.
Once this was said, everyone fell silent.
Who would be willing to sacrifice themselves and bear the disaster of others?
However, Luo Zheng suddenly turned around and looked at someone not far away …
Everyone else followed Luo Zheng's gaze and looked over as well.
In the distance, Dongfang Gui didn't seem to have recovered from his great shock.
At this moment, his face was lifeless and his hair was disheveled. He didn't have a trace of the aura of an upper True God.
He stared blankly at the mountain of flesh and bones in front of him. His face was filled with grief. It was as if Tu E was his masterpiece and this perfect masterpiece had been destroyed by someone.
"Dongfang Gui!"
"Transfer it to him!"
"Yes! Capture him! "
The disciples of the Sword Clan looked at Dongfang Gui as if they had seen their savior.
Dongfang Gui was still in a daze when he suddenly saw the disciples of the Sword Clan charging at him as if they had been injected with chicken blood. He was shocked and wanted to escape.
However, he had been flicked by Tu E's finger and was heavily injured.
The disciples of the Sword Clan were still using their Disaster Swords. How could Dongfang Gui escape?
Soon, the disciples of the Sword Clan tied Dongfang Gui up and carried him in front of the long-haired woman.
Jian Ao asked worriedly, "Can the tribulations be transferred to a single person?"
"Yes, you need to stab this sword into his body. However, don't kill him," the long-haired woman said faintly.
The disciples of the Sword Clan all looked at Dongfang Gui with malicious gazes.
"What, what do you want to do!" Dongfang Gui realized that something was wrong.
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