whoosh!
The translucent cloud-like human figure was quickly sucked into the bottle.
He raised the bottle above his head like a treasure: "Lord God's Messenger, the followers of the Metal Evil God have been arrested."
Su Mu took the small bottle. There was a little man in it. He looked middle-aged and was smashing the bottle wall frantically with a terrified expression. It was Mu Chengdui's soul.
Mu Cheng had no idea what was happening. When he regained consciousness, his soul was already in the small bottle. He was terrified, but something even more terrified happened.
A huge human face suddenly appeared in front of him. The eyes of that face were bigger than his body. He screamed wildly, but the next second he realized that this huge face looked familiar.
"Su...Su Mu!?" Mu Cheng's face changed drastically. He would never mistake Su Mu's face even if he died. "What on earth is going on?"
He looked around in horror, then realized that he was put into a small bottle. It was not that Su Mu had become bigger, but that he had become smaller.
"Let me out! Let me out now!"
Su Mu looked at the little man in the bottle with great interest. He suddenly developed a strong interest in divine arts. It was too omnipotent. Most things could be done as long as sacrifices were made. However, he was just interested and did not intend to learn it.
Because he simply couldn't learn the magic of the Primordial God Religion. The entry requirement was to believe in the Primordial Angels. Only in this way could he establish a connection with the other party and then offer sacrifices.
Strictly speaking, he is now considered a blasphemer. If he were to contact the original angel, he would probably be killed.
Ding ding ding.......
Su Mu shook the small bottle in his hand, and Mu Cheng inside immediately fell to the ground, flew up and down, and kept hitting the wall of the bottle, making a crisp sound.
"Su Mu! What on earth did you do to me!?" Mu Cheng, who was dizzy from the fall, struggled to get up and shouted tremblingly.
Su Mu approached the vial, his fair face reflected on the transparent vial. Suddenly, a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked Mu Cheng softly, "Mr. Mu, are you...desperate?"
Mu Cheng's soul trembled. At this moment, he seemed to be wrapped in a silent terror. Fear penetrated his soul! The dignity and pride of the Silver Powerhouse were completely shattered.
"Let me go! Let me go, please let me go, I have money, I have a lot of money, as long as you let me go..."
"Mr. Mu, I always thought you were a decent person, but now you are not decent at all. I hope you don't break my beautiful vision of a silver powerhouse."
After saying that, Su Mu no longer paid attention to Mu Cheng's pleas for mercy and directly threw the bottle to Wan. It was useless for him to ask for the soul. First of all, he had no shortage of mental power and even wanted to curb the growth of his mental power. Secondly, he did not know how to sacrifice divine arts.
Wan respectfully put away the bottle and said, "Lord God's Envoy, since the followers of the Metal Evil God have been dealt with, let's find a place to rest for a while. Once the descendants of the Snake God outside retreat, I will take you to the Primordial God Cult immediately."
"Yeah." Su Mu nodded and did not refute. However, he was thinking in his heart that he definitely could not go to the Original Divine Church. First, the journey was too far, and second, it would be easy to be exposed when he met the Pope. He could go exploring after he became stronger, but definitely not now.
But how to convince Wan?
He glanced sideways at Wan, whose face was full of fanaticism, and felt that it would be a very simple matter to persuade the other party. To the fanatics, the words of the messenger of God were the imperial decree. He just had to make up a reason and let Wan go back first.
However, he did not intend to let Wan go so easily. Wan's strength was not weak and his methods were strange, so he had to squeeze out every last bit of value from him.
With this thought in mind, Su Mu said, "Ten thousand."
Wan quickly stood up and stood beside him respectfully: "I'm here."
"This divine messenger is hungry."
"Lord God's Messenger, I have food here!" Wan was very excited, as if it was a very honorable thing to be able to help God's Messenger.
He quickly took out a small sheepskin bag from his body, reached his hand into it, and quickly took out a piece of black, dried meat. It was impossible to tell what kind of meat it was, but the meat was very long, almost as long as an adult's arm.
Su Mu's eyes moved slightly. Storage treasure?
Wan handed over the dried meat respectfully, but Su Mu didn't even look at it. Instead, he said indifferently: "Do you think this divine envoy is only worthy of eating this kind of garbage?"
Wan's face changed drastically when he noticed Su Mu's displeasure. He fell to his knees with a thud, "I deserve to die! I deserve to die! You are such a envoy of God. Such a crude thing is naturally not worthy of you. But I only have these dried meats. What do you want to eat? I will go and find it right away."
Seeing his upright attitude, Su Mu's expression softened a little: "Hell is far less barren than Heaven, and this God's messenger will not make things difficult for you. Just go find some Golden Eyes. This is the only thing in Hell that is barely edible."
Wan was stunned: "Master Divine Envoy, may I ask what the Golden Eye is?"
Seeing Wan's confused face, Su Mu realized that the Golden Eye might be called differently in the two places. After all, the Golden Eye was the name given by the extraordinary people in the real world, so he took out the golden leaf that Murong Mengli had given him before.
"This is the leaf of the Golden Eye."
Wan took it and looked at it, blurting out: "Holy Light Fruit! Lord God's Messenger, this is the leaf of the Holy Light Fruit. Legend has it that it is the fruit formed by the light of the original angel falling on hell. It turns out that in heaven it is called the Golden Eye."
Su Mu directly ignored the Original Angel mentioned by Wan Yu. In the eyes of the fanatics, the whole world belongs to the Original Angel, so naturally everything can be related to the Original Angel.
At this moment, Wan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He didn't expect that such a rare thing as the Holy Light Fruit could only be barely edible in the mouth of the Lord Messenger of God?
What do people in heaven eat every day? He couldn't even imagine.
This further strengthened his determination to go to heaven.
"Can you get it?"
Wan's expression was stern, and he said quickly: "Yes! Although the Holy Glory... Golden Eye is precious, as long as the Lord of God needs it, I can take it out immediately."
This time it was Su Mu who was surprised. What a coincidence! This Wan actually had the Golden Eye on him?
But the next second, he changed his mind, because Wan took out a dagger and pointed it at his heart.
"Lord God's Messenger, please wait a moment. The Golden Eye will be here soon, but I'm afraid I can't send you to the Original God Religion." As he said that, Wan took out Mu Cheng's soul from the sheepskin bag, and then handed the sheepskin bag to Su Mu.
"Lord God's Envoy, there is the emblem of the Original God Church inside. After you have eaten the Golden Eye and have rested, you can go to the black fog to activate the emblem and contact the nearest Original God Church member to pick you up."
"Yes." Su Mu took the sheepskin bag and said to Wan calmly: "I, the envoy of God, have already felt your piety. See you in heaven."
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