The next moment.
The middle-aged man only felt a flash before his eyes, and a fist filled with murderous aura infinitely enlarged in his eyes, so fast that he didn't even have time to change his expression.
boom!!
An unimaginable force acted on the middle-aged man's body, and his head exploded instantly, turning him into a headless corpse.
In his hands he was still holding the wooden sculpture that he had not yet put away, as well as Whispering.
A slender white hand slowly pulled Whisper out of his hand bit by bit.
As Qingyu left his hand, the headless corpse was no longer able to support itself and fell to the ground with a thud, but the wood carving was still intact because the middle-aged man did not let go of the hand holding the wood carving even after his death.
"Why bother?"
Su Mu shook his head, stopped whispering, turned around and prepared to leave.
At this moment, boom!
With a loud bang, the heavy iron door was blasted open by a huge force.
A slender and graceful woman slowly walked into the treasury, followed by a flood of followers of the Cult of Pain.
Su Mu raised his eyes slightly and fell on the woman. She was wrapped in a black veil, like a flowing shadow, so thin that it was almost transparent, and it perfectly outlined her graceful figure.
In terms of figure alone, she is already at the top level, but what is more eye-catching than her figure is her face.
It was a face that seemed to be cursed by the devil. The face was almost completely burned, and the flesh was twisted and stuck together, layer upon layer. The skin appeared charred black and scarlet. The charred part was like carbonized wood after being burned by fire, and the scarlet was the newly grown tender flesh.
The most horrifying thing is the gold solidified on his face. The melted gold seems to flow down his forehead and accumulate into an irregular lump between his eyebrows, like a strange golden eye.
The identity of the person who came was self-evident, she was the powerful saint of the Cult of Pain - Saint Jiao Rong!
Saint Jiao Rong behaved very strangely. Her first focus was not the emptied treasure house, nor the dead middle-aged man, but Su Mu's face.
Looking at that handsome and gentle face, a hint of obsession first flashed across Saint Jiao Rong's eyes, and then turned into boundless jealousy.
"What a perfect face! It will surely cause more pain after being destroyed!" Saint Jiao Rong laughed sweetly. Her voice was as sweet as a spring, but her smile was as twisted as that of a devil.
"You know what? The more perfect something is, the more people will care about it, and when it is destroyed, it will cause more pain, just like the more beautiful people care about their appearance. Since you killed the treasure keeper, you will take his place from now on."
Su Mu smiled slightly: "I just wanted to take Qingyu away, I didn't mean to kill him, give me a chance."
"You want a chance now? You don't think you can break into the Pain Cult and still..."
Su Mu shook his head and interrupted: "You misunderstood, I meant to give you a chance."
Saint Jiao Rong was stunned, and the shock in that moment was clearly visible even on her already disfigured face.
"Hahaha...give me a chance?" She laughed in anger.
boom!!
The aura around Saint Miss Jiao Rong suddenly changed. The figure that was originally hidden under the black veil was now like a burning star in the dark night, bursting out with a terrifying aura that made people chill.
The air surrounding her seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force, forming a circular air wave visible to the naked eye. In an instant, the entire treasury was reduced to ruins.
The black veil fluttered without wind, and the silky hair fluttered lightly. The pair of eyelidless eyes stared at Su Mu: "Are you ready to feel the pain?"
Su Mu glanced at the ruins and praised: "As expected of a Saint-level expert, his aura is terrifyingly strong."
whoosh!
Saint Jiao Rong disappeared from the spot in an instant. Her terrifying speed was accompanied by unimaginable force, and the void seemed to be broken by her.
A hideous and terrifying face suddenly appeared in front of Su Mu, and a delicate and white little fist wrapped in endless painful power attacked Su Mu's abdomen.
However, at the moment when Saint Jiao Rong took action, Su Mu had already closed his eyes, and when the fist was about to fall on him, he opened his eyes slightly.
The originally inky black pupils had turned into a crystal blue that reflected the sky.
Buzz!!
Time seemed to stop at this moment, the world turned black and white, losing all color.
Saint Jiao Rong was shocked to find that she seemed unable to move. She was only a few centimeters away from hitting Su Mu, but these few centimeters of distance seemed like an insurmountable chasm.
In this black and white world, the only thing with color is sumac.
He looked at Saint Jiao Rong calmly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Although your strength is not as good as the original pope, you are still a saint-level strongman... Why are you so weak?
Never mind, it doesn’t matter anymore, you can start to be scared.
wind."
A biting cold wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth, and billions of tiny wind blades kept passing through the body of Saint Jiao Rong.
A look of pain flashed across Saint Jiao Rong's face. She wanted to resist, but suddenly found herself tied to a cross without her knowing when, and the suffering believers behind her disappeared.
The pain on her face became more and more intense, but after a moment, there was a hint of pleasure mixed in with the pain.
At the same time, divine power of pain continuously emerged from her body, so much so that the cross began to tremble, as if it was about to break.
"Oh?" Su Mu's eyes showed a hint of interest: "So that's it."
He knew why Saint Jiao Rong became weak, because the previous pain was not enough. She was obviously a masochistic player. As the degree of masochism deepened, the opponent's strength would gradually increase.
Then there can be no punishment, and even illusions that can cause her pain cannot be used. This is equivalent to helping her increase her strength.
outside world.
Su Mu punched out directly, and the terrifying force penetrated the body of Saint Jiao Rong, directly smashing her entire body into pieces.
But the next moment, an endless light of pain flashed, and Saint Jiao Rong was resurrected from the light.
"Just now... was it an illusion?" The pain on Saint Jiao Rong's face had not yet dissipated, but she smiled grimly: "What a good trick, this kind of pain that goes straight to the soul is so pleasurable, do it again!"
She obviously regarded Su Mu as a stepping stone and wanted to use Su Mu's illusion to inflict more pain, so she rushed up again.
Su Mu's eyes moved slightly. Immortal body?
He was not surprised. The Cult of Pain could grow stronger despite mutilating itself every day. They must have unique methods of physical recovery. As a saint, it was not surprising for her to have an immortal body.
He realized how difficult the opponent was. No wonder the Primordial God Cult, as the number one sect, was unable to eradicate the Cult of Pain. Such an opponent was indeed a BUG.
You can't kill him when you beat him, and his strength can even be improved by being beaten. How can you beat him?
If it were someone else, they really wouldn't be able to do anything with Saint Jiao Rong, but that didn't pose a problem for Su Mu.
Since Saint Jiao Rong's power comes from pain, wouldn't it be enough to stop her from suffering?
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