Chapter 9442

And as a large amount of magic energy was absorbed by Ye Chen, the body of the thousand-handed demon also shrank rapidly, like a discouraged ball, and the appearance of thousands of hands and arms also shrank.

Soon, Qianshou Tianmo changed back to the appearance of Qingling Fengjian.

Fengjian Qingling's breath was weak, and she lay in Ye Chen's arms, struggled to sit up, and stared blankly at everything around her.

She had just turned into a demon and destroyed half of the Watcher Forest, leaving ashes and flames everywhere, as well as broken corpses.

At least a thousand people died under her hands, and bursts of crying came from all directions.

Kazama Qingling also saw that Lianmeng was holding Wu Zhan's shattered body, crying non-stop.

Qingyan, the God of Grass, is mobilizing the energy of the Watching Tree to bring the dead back to life.

But Wu Zhan is a demigod, it is very difficult to revive him, at least not the current God of Grass, and neither can Ye Chen.

In the end, the dead below the immeasurable realm were resurrected, but those above the immeasurable realm were still dead.

Fengjian Qingling knew that she had caused a catastrophe, and looked at the crying Lianmeng, at a loss, her face turned pale, and she didn't know what to do.

"Brother Ye Chen, God of Grass Tianzun, I..."

Kazama Qingling looked at Ye Chen and Xiaocao God, her eyes were full of guilt.

Qingyan, the God of Grass, said: "Miss Qingling, you can follow me to Wuwu Time and Space tomorrow."

She knew that it was useless to blame, after all, Kazama Qingling didn't want to.

Kazama Qingling felt deeply guilty, weeping and speechless.

In the early morning of the next day, under the light of the watchman tree, the destroyed trees in the forest had recovered. Everything seemed to be full of vitality, and there were no traces of blood from last night.

Only the tombstone of Wu Zhan next to the watch tree can make people sure that a terrible catastrophe did indeed occur in the forest last night.

And the Qingling in the wind is the source of all catastrophes.

She was very guilty, if it wasn't for Xiaocao God looking at her, she might have committed suicide and apologized.

Lianmeng was dressed in plain clothes, her body looked very weak, standing in front of her husband's grave.

"Brother Ye Chen, we are leaving."

The little grass god Qingyan brought Qingling Fengjian to thank Ye Chen.

"sorry."

Kazama Qingling's tears had already dried up, and she repeatedly apologized to Ye Chen and Lianmeng:

"Sister Lianmeng, I'm sorry."

Lianmeng was speechless, just looked at Ye Chen blankly, and said, "Master Ye, can my husband be resurrected in the future?"

Ye Chen said: "Okay, wait until I awaken the star of the night."

Lianmeng showed a sad smile and said, "Thank you."

Kazama Qingling Yinya bit her lips lightly, then sacrificed a crystal stone, handed it to Ye Chen and said:

"Brother Ye Chen, I'm really sorry, this piece of kendo crystal is my compensation for you."

Ye Chen said: "What is this?"

Kazama Qingling said: "This is the crystallization of the way of the sword that I have comprehended and comprehended over the years. I originally wanted to give it to my brother. I will give it to you now. Please accept it."

Ye Chen frowned, and said, "I can't take it."

Back then, Qingling Fengjian, after comprehending the sword art, also gathered the crystallization of the way of the sword, and presented it to her brother to help her brother ascend to heaven and become emperor.

Now that so many years have passed, the kendo crystallization she gathered is probably much deeper and more condensed than the original one.

If Ye Chen got it, he would be able to comprehend the mystery of the Sword God Art without any effort, just like Fujian Fuxue back then, he might ascend to heaven and become a god in one step.

Qingling Fengjian knew that he had sinned deeply, so he wanted to give this crystal of swordsmanship to Ye Chen as an atonement.

Qingyan, the God of Grass, said: "Brother Yechen, you can accept it. If you can comprehend the magic trick of the sword, then you will win the battle against the goddess."

The power of the Sword God Art is even more powerful than the Tiandou Dabutu Sword. Ye Chen himself has the foundation of Zhishui Kendo, so it is naturally much easier to understand the Sword God Art.

Kazama

Qingling wept and said, "Brother Yechen, please give me a chance to redeem my sins."

She knew that she had caused too much trouble, and she just wanted to make a little atonement.

Wang Ping'an and many strong men in the forest also hoped that Ye Chen would win the decisive battle, so they said, "Master Ye, just accept it."

Seeing that he couldn't make excuses, Ye Chen nodded, accepted the kendo crystal, and said to Fengjian Qingling, "Thank you, Miss Qingling."

Fengjian Qingling cried with joy and said, "Brother Yechen, I should be the one to thank you. Don't worry, I will make it clear to my brother that you are very good to me and did not hurt me, and I will not let him hurt you."

Ye Chen said: "That's very good, Miss Qingling, I'll thank you then."

After the discussion, Ye Chen bid farewell to Qingling Fengjian.

Qingyan, the God of Grass, took Qingling Fengjian to Wuwu Time and Space.

The matter is over here, and the only regret is that Wu Zhan died.

However, Ye Chen kept it in his heart, and when he awakened the Black Night Star and had enough strength, he would revive Wu Zhan.

At that moment, Ye Chen left the Watcher Forest and returned to the Star-Moon Realm.

He was afraid that Lianmeng would be too sad, so he took Lianmeng with him, and after returning to Xingyue Realm, he settled her in the Aoshi Tiangong.

Seeing Ye Chen's return, the entire Star-Moon Realm erupted.

There are still seven days left, which is the day when Ye Chen will fight the heavenly girl. The future life and death of the Star-Moon Realm and the entire Samsara faction will also be determined by that battle.

Ye Chen saw Tiannv's gauntlet, and could clearly feel Tiannv's strong fighting spirit.

The goddess must have been waiting for this day for a long time.