If Zhang Xiaohan hadn't first obtained the cause and effect of the ancient battlefield and the divine realm, if she hadn't obtained the cause and effect of the ancient monks in the Forest of Steles and obtained a powerful divine consciousness at the same time, if she hadn't come from a previous life and studied the history of various dynasties in her previous life, if she hadn't seen characters like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Genghis Khan, or Peter the Great in her previous life, if If she hadn't cultivated little by little from a small Five Spirit Root Cultivator at the beginning of her crossing, struggling on the edge of life and death, surviving in being coveted, and growing up in putting life and death aside again and again, in such a causal endurance, Zhang Xiaohan might have gone crazy.
She won't get the cause from cause and effect, but the unwillingness and blow, anger and resistance contained in it, if the mind is not strong enough, she will really be driven crazy.
Zhang Xiaohan still remembers that in her previous life, she had read some news reports of major disasters, and had read documentary literature, but the sad emotions brought by the words on the paper made her heartache to tears at that time, but now, these emotions are poured into her sea of consciousness bit by bit, and it is more than empathy.
For example, there are many people who faint from blood, if their body is injured and bleeding, because they have been stimulated by pain in their senses, they don't feel how much, but if they see others injured and bleeding, because they are not stimulated by pain, they will have palpitations to the point of disorder.
At this time, Zhang Xiaohan probably felt like this, the feeling of seeing it, having to watch, watching other people's suffering happen in front of his eyes but being powerless, and because Qiankun Ding itself is an immortal weapon, this kind of suffering will be magnified.
And most importantly, even if there is no idea of becoming inflammatory, the sorrow and pain of the gods are far greater than that of ordinary monks.
For the same death, the world will regret Genghis Khan's lack of longevity, saying that if he is given another hundred years of life, he will be able to rule the earth, and the soldiers who died fighting for him will not even get a sigh.
Zhang Xiaohan silently felt that since this was her choice, there was nothing to retreat from.
In Zhang Xiaohan's feelings, she completely got the cause and effect in Qiankun Ding, and was recognized by Qiankun Ding, only for a short time, but such a short time also greatly affected her emotions, such a strong negative emotion was instilled in a short period of time, even if she was mentally prepared, her face was extremely ugly.
Qiankun Ding rotated, and finally shrunk and fell into Zhang Xiaohan's hands, the inside of the tripod was dense, only Zhang Xiaohan's line of sight could penetrate, and everyone's eyes fell on Qiankun Ding, including Zhang Xiaohan himself.
"Master" Firefox said softly, reaching out to put his hand on Zhang Xiaohan's back, and a warmth was sent to his body.
Zhang Xiaohan is not a loss of spiritual power, but such an obvious concern still brings her physical and inner comfort, she did not stop the fire fox's care, because of the double exhaustion of body and mind, she really needs this kind of care at this time.
Ayashu looked at the small tripod in Zhang Xiaohan's hand in disbelief, Qiankun Ding was able to recognize Zhang Xiaohan as the master, and there was no backlash, it couldn't be believed, it was an immortal weapon, refined by the Emperor of Heaven himself, how could it be subdued by a lowly person's cultivation and refinement The gaze moved up from Qiankun Ding and fell on Zhang Xiaohan's face, that old face looked so hateful at this time, if it wasn't for Zi Bing by her side, she would definitely tear it up with her own hands.
Zhang Xiaohan felt Ayasu's gaze, slowly raised his head, and looked back at Ayasu without flinching, but turned a blind eye to the frame after Ayasu.
The eyes collided, and each saw the complexity in each other's eyes, only hatred was clear.
"Zibing, I'm going to rest for a few days."
Zhang Xiaohan looked at Ayashu, but said to Zi Bing, Zi Bing said "yes" respectfully, and glanced at Ayashu with a warning with a sharp gaze.
Zhang Xiaohan's gaze turned to Xiaobao, nodded slowly, signaling that he was fine, and then stopped looking at Ayashu, turned around, slowly approached the Qiankun stele, and slowly sat down in front of the Qiankun stele.
Zi Bing didn't move, she still stood in her original position, looking at Ayasu, Xiaobao and Huohu followed Zhang Xiaohan's side, and stood down more than ten meters behind her.
Zhang Xiaohan did not put a ban on it, nor did she immediately operate her spiritual power, the spiritual power of the Qiankun Ding had already returned to her body with the cause and effect in the Qiankun Ding, and what she needed now was indeed just rest, psychological rest.
She faced the Qiankun Stone Monument, she just wanted to empty her mind, think about nothing, and do nothing, but after her mind was empty, the first thing that invaded was the negative emotions of the total, which instantly filled the empty heart.
Zhang Xiaohan sighed lowly, she thought that this sound was just in her heart, but she didn't know that it was so clear in the silent white jade square, the sadness in that sigh was simply reverberating, and the fire fox turned around suddenly, not seeing Zhang Xiaohan's eyes quietly welling up with two lines of tears in his back to her.
This sigh can't help but make Ayasu stunned, the sadness in the sigh seems to bring her heart throbbing, the memory of wanting to forget for a long time suddenly comes to her heart, hatred bursts out from the depths of the suppressed heart, and what springs out with hatred is the sadness after being hurt by betrayal.
Countless hours and moments add to the hatred in his heart, and after the hatred, what is hidden is a pain that can never disappear, and this sigh evokes more than hatred and pain.
The flow of divine power, suddenly blocked, the resentment in the heart is still suppressed, but there is no catharsis, Ayashu looked up at the front, the tall Qiankun tombstone stands, this Lang Lang Qiankun is the emperor but she is powerless in front of a small human cultivator, just like hundreds of thousands of years ago, she was also powerless before that cold young man.
She shook it, a pain in her chest, a mouthful of sweet liquid in her throat, she struggled to suppress it, suppressed the sharp pain in her body, but couldn't suppress the sharp pain in her heart.
The divine light appeared, but Ayasu's complexion was even more defeated than the divine light, and the burst of divine light suddenly spread to the surroundings of the body, and as the divine light burst out, the white robe on Ayasu's body suddenly appeared a trace of blood red.
This sigh also evoked the pain of Yi Frame, as a wise man, how could he not mourn for himself, more than 300,000 years of suppression, also did not wear down his will, but after getting out of trouble, he couldn't find an enemy for revenge, but only he knew that he couldn't find an enemy for revenge, and it didn't make him feel relieved.
He could be suppressed in his heyday for 300,000 years, and he could be suppressed again after 300,000 years.
This sigh reminded him of the pain of more than 300,000 years, and it also made him see once again the darkness in his heart and the cowardice that he had to admit.
He, a demigod being, was so cowardly. t1706231537: