Chapter 472: Ten Thousand Souls Forge the Sword!

Thousand Souls Sword has also evolved.

[Ten Thousand Souls Sword (Ancient Top Grade)]

[How can we sleep peacefully before the enemy is destroyed? When the enemy invades the border again, we will make a rain of swords like a waterfall]

[Proficiency: 30 million\300 million]

[Sword Casting: You have the power of forging and can dismantle all types of equipment that is not higher than the ancient top grade, but you can only forge or strengthen sword weapons]

[Soul Forging: When you kill any unit, you will gain soul power according to the unit's strength. When forging a sword, you can consume soul power to make it gain a powerful curse affix]

[Ten Thousand Souls Condensed Sword: You consume a lot of soul power to condense temporary soul swords out of thin air, up to condense 10,000 swords, and each sword can gain the effect of the soul casting affix]

Su Ming's strength has been improved again.

"Su Ming, you..." Ni Shuang's eyes condensed slightly and took a step forward.

"It's too strong!" She exclaimed sincerely.

"You did it, you did it." Jiang Yunqing had tears in his eyes and felt like he was dreaming.

The moment Su Ming killed the seventh-turn BOSS, the seventh-turn mission of all team members was also completed, and everyone completely joined the seventh-turn Saint Realm masters!

It can be said that the harvest is quite fruitful.

Ji Yao ran over and hugged Su Ming tightly.

"Master..." a man said.

At this time, Yan Ze came over with a weak man.

It turned out to be Wan Wu!

He successfully parasitized Zhang Quyan's body and woke up.

Zhang Quyan's old body was a little pale, and it could be seen that he was forcibly reincarnated from a corpse.

Seeing that Wan Wu was still alive, several people rushed up to hug him.

"Hey... Hey, there's no need to be so moved."

"Don't forget, I'm a noble... high-level shapeshifter... cough cough... not so easy to kill."

As he said, Wan Wu coughed up a few drops of blood.

It seems that he still has internal injuries, but with the body of a Saint Realm master like Zhang Quyan, he will surely recover quickly.

"Wanwu, it's good that you are alive." Su Ming patted Wanwu on the shoulder.

Today, a great victory!

Defeated the seventh-turn BOSS, and found a body of the seventh-turn late stage for Wanwu.

Everyone has the cultivation of a saint.

Moreover, he also obtained the legendary quality Shudao Sword.

This dungeon trip was perfect.

At this time, a burst of voices suddenly came from Su Ming's side.

"Welcome to the human sword saint!"

"The fourth elder of the Tutian Sect, Wang Xing, welcomes... the human sword saint!"

"Song Yun, a disciple of the Kuangyu Sect, welcomes the sword saint!"

"The great elder of the Liuya Holy Land, welcomes the sword saint!"

"My human race has a new sword saint, what else can I ask for..."

"The sword saint slays the demon king, invincible in the world!"

The human cultivators had tears in their eyes, and were extremely grateful. They bowed to Su Ming and clasped their fists to thank him.

They were young people, middle-aged people, and old people.

Some people even knelt down directly.

The Sword Saint is the most powerful being of the human race, and is also the spiritual leader of the human race.

It is understandable why they are so moved.

The human race, which has not had a Sword Saint for a hundred years, has been oppressed by the demon race too badly!

Tang Yupu also walked to Su Ming's side, clasped his fists, and his eyes were full of excitement.

"Su Ming, you are really a sword cultivator..."

"And, you are a Sword Saint."

"I am so lucky to be in the same era as a genius like you."

In the history of the human race, there has never been such a young Sword Saint.

Su Ming is the first one.

But Su Ming listened to the words of the crowd and just smiled.

"Thank you for the gift, but I really can't afford it."

"The real Sword Saint of the human race is this one."

After that, Su Ming looked at Senior Xiang Wuhui.

He had a broken arm, was covered in blood, held a broken wooden sword, had disheveled hair, but drank a little wine by himself, stood in the corner, and smiled faintly.

"Boy, you are leaving here, right?"

He asked with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, Su Ming's eyes trembled slightly.

So, senior, you already knew it?

"After becoming a saint, my realm was clear, and I sensed that you all had no spiritual orifices, no Nascent Soul, and were not cultivators at all."

"It's just that I never pointed it out."

Xiang Wuhui was free and easy, without any intention of blaming.

Su Ming nodded and said sincerely.

"We are from outer space."

"Now that the strongest demon king in this world is dead, we are about to leave this world."

Xiang Wuhui waved his hand without too much persuasion.

He had long understood that there are always regrets in the world, and there are very few companions.

Since this kid is not from this world, he naturally cannot take on the responsibility of the Sword Saint.

Then it's only himself.

Xiang Wuhui took a step forward and came in front of all the human cultivators.

"From now on, I, Xiang Wuhui, will be the Sword Saint of the human race." He said loudly.

"I will teach swordsmanship to everyone in the world. I will no longer be like those pedantic swordsmen who only teach swordsmanship to their own disciples."

"I want... the world to be full of swords!"

His voice was deep and powerful, spreading throughout Shushan.

Although the demon king died, the demon race did not perish.

The struggle between humans and demons will continue.

"He is... Senior Jiu Jianzun from a hundred years ago, and now he has become a saint?!"

"A legend of the Shushan sword school, he is still alive!?"

People were shocked.

A few people who had the honor of seeing Senior Xiang Wuhui fighting the demon king in the sky above the demon race knelt down early.

The cultivators who wanted to learn swordsmanship all knelt down.

"Master!"

"Master!"

People were extremely decisive.

On this day, thousands of people knelt down.

"Stand up." Xiang Wuhui stood with his hands behind his back, having become a master of his generation.

Boom! !

A loud noise came from the sky.

The demon king died tragically, and the countless demon powers in his body were not supported by his body, so they suddenly exploded, filling the sky and the earth, making the sky dark.

"The demon king is dead, but the demon power is still there?"

"How to deal with it?" People frowned.

At this time, a beautiful woman walked out of the crowd.

Liu Dier!

"Everyone, I am the daughter of the demon king, and I have blood with him."

"My body can carry this demon power!"

When people heard this, their eyes were stern, and there was a lot of hostility in them.

The demon king killed too many people, so naturally, everyone could not easily trust his offspring.

Xiang Wuhui stared at her with a complicated look.

This demon woman is Li Xuan's wife...

Meeting again after a hundred years is really like a lifetime ago.

Perhaps she is kind-hearted and does not want to cause those tragedies back then.

But she did cause the death of countless Shushan disciples.

But now Xiang Wuhui's state of mind is different from before.

His face was calm, and he finally nodded.

"Go." The old sword master's voice was calm.

People hesitated, but finally had no objection.

Since the sword master spoke, it means that everything is under control.

The sword master is the leader of the human race.

Liu Die'er immediately flew away, swallowed the power of the demon king into her body, and absorbed it all.

She also instantly reached the demon saint realm, and inherited 50% of the attributes!

It can be said to be a step to heaven!