Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The cocoon instantly disappeared without a trace.

After being planted with this cocoon, there is a strange feeling in Luo Zheng's heart that there is no reason for it.

The last time he was planted, he was planted with a petal, and this time he was planted with a cocoon.

This cocoon doesn't record all his behavior, does it?

But watching a long-haired woman take her hands back reveals a smile of comfort, creating a sense of tranquillity in his heart for no reason.

Maybe this is what home feels like?

“Let's go, I'll take you to open Yuan Lao's inheritance," the long-haired woman said, taking the initiative to hold Luo Yan on the ground.

At this time, Jianxian and others rushed over.

Though the long-haired woman killed Tuer, the sword still didn't understand why.

In the eyes of the sword, any incarnation of fear is the enemy, this long-haired woman so gives a demonic feeling of indefiniteness, is it not the monster that mesmerizes people?

“Rosen, who is she?” The sword filled with nervousness asked.

In other words...

The woman raised her hand and set foot to destroy Tuer.

I'm afraid even rebellion doesn't make much sense, but I don't know how the sword can be relieved.

He sacrificed the sword of disaster and was always dying, but still hoped that Luo Yan and Luo Zheng would escape and be inherited from the battle.

“She…”

Luo Xuan hesitated for a moment and did not know how to answer.

The long-haired woman bit her lip gently, and those demonic red eyes stared at Rosen, revealing the color of her expectations.

Naturally, she hopes that Rozen will acknowledge herself…

Luo Zheng and the long-haired woman looked at each other and thought slightly and said: “She is my mother. ”

When Luo Zheng's words were heard, the eyes of the long-haired woman narrowed slightly, revealing a smile.

“Mother?” The sword stunned.

The Sword disciples also face each other.

This is incredible. After all, the incarnation of fear in this contested land is a unique, unusually horrible creature.

How Luo Zheng can meet his mother here.

No coincidence can ever happen to this!

No, it's probably still a magic trick. Perhaps this woman is from a ghost. There are some powerful beings there who can do this!

Seeing the sword's face full of suspicion, he didn't believe in it at all. Luo Xuan couldn't help explaining, “It's not hard to understand, actually, for a while she became something I feared... at that time I didn't know she was my mother, that's why..."

In this explanation, the Swordsman and Swordsman disciples are suddenly enlightened, but very speechless.

The Oriental family used the Oriental ghost to summon a demon.

Luo Zheng was even stranger, summoning his own mother...

Swordsman cannot reside in emotion, the family of Luo family, apart from Luo Yan seems to be a bit strange.

“So that's good,” Swordsmile barely, "Congratulations, it looks like you can get the Dao Qiang inheritance. ”

The Swordmen's mission is to complete successfully, but their lives will come to an end...

The bloody lines on the sword of the catastrophe in the hands of the sword, a little shortened, now only the top of the tip of the sword still retains a section, about a fifth of the look.

By the time these bloody lines are completely extinguished, their lives will be over.

The faces of the other eleven Swordmen also dimmed because of the words of the sword clan.

The sword of disaster was sacrificed just now in desperation, and now it is time to eat the bitter fruit.

Even though they are prepared, is life and death that easy to face?

“What's the matter? ”

Looking at the expression of Jianxian and others, Luo Zheng is somewhat strange.

His eyes fell on the long sword in the hands of these people. After all, it was only the twelve men of the Sword Nation who showed great strength. Could it have been related to the sword in their hands that injured Tuer twice?

The long-haired woman smiled faintly and then handed the sleeping royan to Rozen.

When Luo Zheng hugged her, she walked toward the sword, reached out and pinched the sword in his hand, said faintly: "The sword in your hands is made of luck, and it is the tide of bad luck. After the red mans disappear, you will bear three catastrophes, but the vast majority of people will not be able to pass even the first, even if there is a second catastrophe, a third catastrophe, and three catastrophes, there is no doubt that you will die. ”

“What?” Luo Zheng's pupils were tiny, which was the price of his life.

The sword smiled bitterly and drew the sword back from the long-haired woman. “Before we used the sword, we knew the consequences. This is our life, I'm afraid it can't be changed...”

Other Sword children also bowed their heads and looked sad.

Once used, the sword of disaster cannot be recovered even by the saints, which is already a consensus among the Swordsmen.

“I remember that this catastrophic sword was made by some genius of your sword clan, in fact it is a sword of bad fortune that has been transformed from the eternal sincerity of sword luck, this bad fortune is unresolved, but it can be transferred, I can transfer the three catastrophes to other people,” the long-haired woman said faintly.

“Transfer?”

The heart of the sword jumped wildly.

Swordsman doesn't know where his mother is coming from, but such a figure may possess unknown abilities of some saints!

“Able to transfer? ”

“Does that mean we have a chance to live? ”

“Impossible, incognito adults can't...”

The Swordmen's face also sparkled with hope.

“But to whom?” Mo Nan suddenly said.

That said, everyone was silent.

Who is willing to sacrifice themselves and take on the calamities of others?

However, Luo Zheng suddenly turned around and looked not far away at a person...

Others have been watching as Luo Zheng's eyes passed.

Oriental ghosts in the distance do not seem to have emerged from the great shock.

At this moment, his face is stuck and the beard is scattered. Where is the temperament of the superior god?

He looked at the mountains of flesh and bones in front of him, and his face was filled with sorrow, as if Tuer were the masterpiece he had created, and the perfect masterpiece had been broken.

“Oriental ghost! ”

“Transfer to him! ”

“Yes, get him! ”

The Swordmen looked at the Oriental ghosts like they saw a life-saving straw.

Oriental ghosts were still stunned. Suddenly, they saw the Sword disciples as if they had beaten chicken blood. They rushed towards themselves and, in shock, tried to escape.

But he was severely injured when he was hit with a finger by Tuer.

And how did the Oriental Ghost escape when the Swordsmen's brothers had robbed the Sword and played Yuwei?

Shortly afterwards, the brothers of the Sword Nation tied up the Oriental ghost five flowers and carried them to the front of the long-haired woman.

Swordsman asked slightly worried: "Can these three catastrophes be transferred to one person as much as possible? ”

“Yes, you need to stab this sword into his body, but don't kill him,” the long-haired woman said softly.

The brothers of the Sword Nation looked to the Oriental ghosts with malicious eyes.

“You, what do you want!” The Oriental Ghost realized it was bad.

“Rest assured, our swordsmanship is brilliant and will not stab you to death," chuckled the sword.