Zhang Heng didn't kill Ding Sifan, not that Qi Baixue's words made him throw a mouse.

If he really wants to kill, it's just a thought, and he won't delay for too long.

The real reason was that Qi Baixue's words touched him.

"Zhang An is miserable enough, do you want him to lose his mother, even if this mother is not worthy of this identity...... But blood is thicker than water. A trace of pain flashed in Zhang Heng's eyes, and he looked at Zhang An in a daze.

Zhang An's little hand was pinched tightly, and the black nails pierced into Zhang Heng's flesh and blood, and a stream of resentment penetrated into Zhang Heng's body along the flesh and blood.

These grievances, containing all the negative things between heaven and earth, are like poison, enough to destroy a person.

But Zhang Heng did not refuse, he let these grievances enter his body, and then he was strangled by his spiritual power, soul power, and both ...... He looked at Zhang An from beginning to end.

Looking at him, it seemed that because he had succeeded, his blood-colored pupils suddenly burst out with excitement.

"This is my child, who has been practicing for thousands of years in two lives...... The only cousin. ”

Zhang Heng's eyes were soft, and this feeling of blood being thicker than water was very fresh to him.

Even if Zhang An, a "child", is different.

He could feel that Qi Baixue was not lying, Zhang An really couldn't bear it anymore, the black fog on his body was dissipating, and his aura was gradually becoming weaker.

Saying 1,000 to 10,000, he is just a newborn baby, but he is forced to carry such a huge amount of resentment.

There will always be a time when it breaks.

And today, it's the last moment.

Zhang Heng didn't have time to go back to Xiaoyao Valley, he directly found a place, opened a cave with a wave of his hand, and then sat cross-legged in it.

Roar!

Zhang An stared at him deadly, like a bloodthirsty wolf cub, he wanted to chew every inch of Zhang Heng's flesh and blood, only in this way could the hatred in his heart be dissolved.

"If you want to save you, you must let your resentment dissipate in a short period of time, and only in this way can you continue your vitality...... However, how can I dissolve your resentment?" Zhang Heng looked at Zhang An, and from his very monstrous eyes, he got the answer.

He hesitated for a moment, showed a softness in his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and handed it to Zhang An.

Zhang An's eyes burst with blood, and without hesitation, he showed his sharp teeth and bit directly on Zhang Heng's hand.

He was only a little more than a year old, but his teeth were strangely sharp, and every tooth was blood-colored, and extremely sharp, emitting a cold light.

Almost instantly, the sharp teeth bit through Zhang Heng's skin, and a more gloomy ear resentment immediately poured into Zhang Heng's body along the wound.

"Truly......" Zhang An chewed on Zhang Heng's flesh and let out a happy cry.

In his head, his mother's voice rang out countless times.

"It is your father who forsakes you......"

"Your father is the first ruthless and unrighteous person in the world......"

"It's him, it's you who ended up here......"

The constant sound had long since become the only truth in his young heart.

Therefore, he hated Zhang Heng to the core, and the source of his resentment was Zhang Heng!

Zhang Heng could feel that while Zhang An was chewing on his flesh and blood, the resentment was rapidly dissipating.

It's like a ghost asking for his life, finally killing his enemy, and then being satisfied, and all resentment disappears.

"An'er...... If this can make your resentment dissipate, then you can continue......" Zhang Heng was rarely gentle, his face was slightly pale, but he sighed, quietly looking at the child who kept chewing his flesh and blood.

The resentful spirit obviously heard Zhang Heng's words, but he was not touched in the slightest, his eyes were even more ruthless, and he bit Zhang Heng to death, as if he wanted to pour all the resentment on his body into Zhang Heng's body, so that he could also experience this kind of despair.

There are too many grievances, even if it is Zhang Heng, it cannot be said that it has no effect.

Zhang An's hatred for him was undoubted, so he didn't spare the slightest.

Soon, the resentment was like a flood that opened the floodgates, spreading all over Zhang Heng's body, even if Zhang Heng was now almost as powerful as a monk of the Tribulation, he was still a little stretched.

Luckily, his biggest hole card is still the Xuantian Tree.

At the critical moment, it was the Xuantian Tree again, revealing countless vitality and dispelling resentment.

Zhang Heng's body seems to have become two poles, one side is death, and the other side is life.

Two different forces, forming a battlefield in his body, are fighting each other.

Therefore, Zhang Heng was very uncomfortable.

His face had turned pale, and his aura had gradually weakened.

On his forehead, there were a few more strands of gray hair.

"Giggles...... Looking at all this, Zhang An was very happy, and the cruelty in his eyes became more and more intense.

This process has not stopped since the beginning.

A month has passed.

Zhang An has not dissipated, the resentment in his body has been weakened slightly, and his originally weak body seems to have a tendency to stabilize a little.

Two months have passed.

Zhang Heng has already described the withering, and his cultivation has declined in this endless struggle.

The Great Perfection of the Transformation of the Gods has fallen to the middle stage of the Transformation of the Gods.

If he doesn't stop, his cultivation will continue to fall.

Three months passed.

In a secluded valley, a beautiful woman stood in front of her, her eyes bursting with disbelief.

"He's still alive......"

Qi Baixue walked out from behind and said.

"Are you talking about Zhang An?"

Zhang ...... An ......" Ding Sifan muttered this name, his eyes were already complicated to the extreme, there was resentment, anger, panic, helplessness, and a touch of remorse.

"Maybe I've done something wrong. ”

"Zhang An, my child's name is Zhang An. ”

"Zhang An......"

She repeated it, muttering.

"I planted a mark on Zhang An's body, and I can feel that his resentment is constantly dissipating, no, it is not so much dissipation, but venting...... Could it be that Zhang Heng really sacrificed himself to let Zhang An vent his grievances?"

Her little hand pinched the corner of her clothes, a result she never expected.

Compared with what she had done, she suddenly felt a sense of self-shame, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"Earlier, you asked me if you did something wrong, and now the master gives you the answer, yes, you did something wrong. Qi Baixue looked at her favorite disciple and sighed.

"After all, he is your child, tiger poison does not eat children, you ...... as a mother"

"Mother!"

Ding Sifan raised his head suddenly, and his eyes burst with strong remorse.

"I'm going to find him!"

Most of the hatred in her heart dissipated, and a panic of fear of loss made her nervous to the extreme.

She rushed out.

Looking at her back, Qi Baixue didn't stop her, she just shook her head, with some melancholy in her eyes.

Only she can overcome this hurdle.

If you can't make it, maybe you will sink into a nightmare for eternity and eternity, and your soul will be tormented.

Half a year has passed.

The resentment on Zhang An's body dissipated half.

Those blood-red eyes seemed to have regained a little clarity, most of the time, he was still resentful, but every day, for a moment, he would raise his head and stare at Zhang Heng.

At first, there was no emotion in this gaze.

After that, one after another, he obviously had different feelings for Zhang Heng, and there was a mixture of hatred in those eyes.

A year passed in a hurry.

Most of the resentment on Zhang An's body has dissipated.

He stopped going crazy and became calm, with black hair, black eyes, and a sparkling face...... He was like a porcelain doll carved in pink and jade, looking at Zhang Heng in a daze.

"An'er ......"

Zhang Heng raised his head, and he didn't know when, he was already old.

Cultivation was even more likely to fall into a god.

He grinned, wrinkles all over his face.

This scene actually made Zhang An cry, he stretched out his hand and stroked Zhang Heng's cheek.

"Zhang An......"

He muttered his name.

Saying this, most of his last resentment suddenly dissipated.

Only the last trace remains.

But this trace seems to be an obsession, and after eight months, there is still no sign of dissipation.

Zhang An's body has become illusory, he is a resentful spirit in the end, he can't exist for a long time, the last trace of obsession is not gone, he is still a dead end.

And in order to dispel this last bit of resentment, Zhang Heng didn't know how much he said or thought about it, but in the end, it was still useless.

After trying so long, it seems like everything is in vain.

"Your name is Zhang An, your father's name is Zhang Heng, and your mother's name is Ding Sifan......" Zhang Heng looked at him, with a look of regret in his eyes, he had no choice.

He is an iron man, but even an iron man, when he can't change the result after giving so much, will collapse.

"Your father, your mother, are sorry for you...... I only hope that you can live your life in peace, but unfortunately ......"

After saying this, Zhang Heng's palm fell, his eyes closed, and the indescribable sleepiness made him fall.

"Peace and ......"

Zhang An looked at the fallen Zhang Heng, and tears welled up in his eyes.

A wisp of black qi poured out of his forehead and then slowly dissipated......

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