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 transformation boss, the transformation missions of all team members were completed, and everyone completely became a master of transformation!

It can be said that the harvest was 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 body.

It turned out to be Wan Wu!

He successfully transformed into 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 transformed from a corpse.

Seeing that Wan Wu was still alive, Ji rushed up and hugged him.

"Hey... Hey, don't... be so moved."

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

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

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

"Wanwu, it's good for you to be alive." Su Ming patted Wanwu on the shoulder.

Today, a great victory!

He defeated the Master Realm BOSS and found a late Master Realm body for Wanwu.

All of them have the cultivation of a Saint.

Moreover, he also obtained the legendary Shudao Sword.

This dungeon trip was perfect.

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

"Welcome the Sword Saint of the Man Clan!"

"The fourth elder of the Tu Man Clan, Wang Xing, welcomes... the Sword Saint of the Man Clan!"

"Song Yun, a disciple of the Kuang Yu Clan, welcomes the Great Sword Saint!"

"The Great Elder of the Liuya Holy Land, welcomes the Sword Saint!"

"Our Man Clan has a new Sword Saint again, what else do you want..."

"The Sword Saint killed the Demon King, and the world is invincible!"

The Man Clan monks had tears in their eyes, and were extremely grateful. They bowed and clasped their fists to thank Su Ming.

They were young, middle-aged, and old.

Some even knelt down directly.

The Sword Saint is the most powerful existence of the Man Clan, and is also the spiritual leader of the Man Clan.

It is understandable why they were so moved.

The Man Clan, which has no Sword Saint in recent years, has been oppressed by the demon clan too badly!

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

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

"Moreover, you are a sword saint."

"I am so lucky to be in the same era with a proud man like you."

In the history of the Wu clan, there has never been such a young sword saint.

Su Ming is the first.

But Su Ming just smiled and passed by after listening to the words of the people.

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

"The real Wu clan sword saint is this one."

After saying 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 became clear, and I sensed that you all had no spiritual orifices, no virgins, 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 outsiders."

"If the strongest demon king of this world is dead, we are about to leave this world."

Xiang Wuhui waved his hand without much persuasion.

You already know that there are always regrets in life, 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 I can only do it myself.

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

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

"I will teach you the sword skills. I will not be like those pedantic sword masters who only teach sword skills to their own disciples."

"I want... all of you to be swordsmen!"

The voice was deep and powerful, spreading throughout Shu.

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

The struggle between demons will continue.

"You are... Senior Jiu Jianzun from 20 years ago. Has he become a saint?!"

"A legend of the Shu sword sect, are you still alive!?"

The people were shocked.

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

The cultivators who wanted to learn sword skills all knelt down.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The disciples 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 demonic powers in his body were not supported by his body. They suddenly exploded, filling the ground and making the sky dark.

"The Demon King is dead, but the demonic power is still there?"

"How to deal with it?" The disciples frowned.

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

Liu Die'er!

"Everyone, I am the daughter of the Demon King, and I have a blood connection with him."

"My body can carry this demonic power!"

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

The Demon King killed too many people, so it was naturally impossible for everyone to easily trust his offspring.

Xiang Wuhui stared at her with a complicated look.

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

Meeting her again after many years, it really feels like a long time ago.

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

But she did cause the deaths of countless Shu disciples.

However, Xiang Wuhui's state of mind is no longer the same as before.

He looked calm and finally nodded.

"Go." The old sword saint said calmly.

They hesitated, but finally had no objection.

Since the sword saint senior spoke, it means everything is under control.

The sword saint is the leader of the tribe.

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

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

It can be said to be a step up!

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