I control the world with magic - Chapter 428

The next moment.

The middle-aged man only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a fist wrapped in a monstrous murderous aura infinitely enlarged in his eyes, so fast that his expression didn’t even have time to change.

Boom! !

The unimaginable force acted on the middle-aged man’s body, and his head was instantly blown up, turning into a headless corpse.

He still held the wood carving and Whisper in his hand.

A slender white hand slowly pulled Whisper out of his hand bit by bit.

As Whisper left his hand, the headless corpse was no longer able to support it and fell to the ground with a bang, but the wood carving was still intact, because even if the middle-aged man died, he didn’t let go of the hand holding the wood carving.

“Why bother?”

Su Mu shook his head, put away Whisper and turned 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 treasure house, followed by the followers of the Pain God Cult who were surging like a tide.

Su Mu raised his eyes and fell on the woman, who was wrapped in a black veil, like a flowing shadow, thin and almost transparent, just right to outline 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, the skin and flesh were twisted and adhered, layer upon layer, and the skin was charred and scarlet. The charred part was like a carbonized tree after being burned by a raging fire, and the scarlet was the newly grown tender flesh.

The most horrifying thing was the gold solidified on the face. The melted gold seemed to flow down the forehead and accumulated into an irregular hard lump at the center of the eyebrows, like a weird golden one-eye.

The identity of the person who came was self-evident. The saint-level strongman of the Pain God Cult – Saint Jiao Rong!

Saint Jiao Rong behaved very strangely. Her first focus was not on the emptied treasure house or the dead middle-aged man, but on Su Mu’s face.

Looking at that handsome and gentle face, Saint Jiao Rong’s eyes first flashed with obsession, and then turned into boundless jealousy.

“What a perfect face, it will definitely provide more pain after being destroyed!” Saint Jiao Rong laughed sweetly, her voice was as beautiful as a clear spring, but her smile was as twisted as a devil.

“You know what? The more perfect something is, the more people will care about it, and when it is destroyed, there will be more pain, just like the more beautiful people will care about their appearance. Since you killed the treasure keeper, you will take his place in the future.”

Su Mu smiled slightly: “I just wanted to take away Whisper, not to kill him on purpose. Give me a chance.”

“You want a chance now? You don’t think that you can still break into the Pain God Cult…”

Su Mu shook his head and interrupted: “You misunderstood, I mean to give you a chance.”

Saint Jiao Rong was stunned, and the shock of that moment was very clear even on her disfigured face.

“Hahaha… Give me a chance?” She laughed in anger.

Boom! !

The aura of Saint Jiao Rong suddenly changed. The figure that was originally hidden under the black veil was now like a dark night star that was ignited, bursting out with a terrifying momentum that made people shudder.

The air around her seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force, forming a circular air wave visible to the naked eye. In an instant, the entire treasure house became a ruin.

The black veil moved without wind, and the silky hair fluttered lightly. The 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 strongman, the momentum is terrifying.”

Whoosh!

Saint Jiao Rong disappeared instantly, with a terrifying speed and 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 with endless painful divine power attacked Su Mu’s abdomen.

However, at the moment when Saint Jiao Rong acted, Su Mu had already closed his eyes, and when the fist was about to fall on him, his eyes opened gently.

The originally dark pupils had turned into a crystal blue reflecting the sky.

Buzz! !

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the world turned black and white, losing all colors.

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 a natural chasm, difficult to cross.

In this black and white world, the only one with color was Su Mu.

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 also a saint-level strongman… Why are you so weak?

Forget it, it doesn’t matter, you can start to be afraid.

Wind.”

A sharp cold wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth, and billions of tiny wind blades kept passing through Saint Jiao Rong.

A touch of pain flashed across Saint Jiao Rong’s face. She wanted to resist, but suddenly found that she was tied to the cross without 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 in the pain.

At the same time, the power of pain continued to emerge from her body, 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 was weak, because the pain before was not enough. This was obviously a masochistic player. As the degree of masochism deepened, the opponent’s strength would gradually increase.

Then no punishment could be used, and even the illusion that could cause her pain could not be used, which was equivalent to helping her increase her strength.

Outside.

Su Mu punched directly, and the terrifying power penetrated the body of Saint Jiao Rong, directly blasting her whole body into powder.

But the next moment, the 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 dissipated, but she grinned: “It’s a good method. This kind of pain that goes straight to the soul is so pleasant. Come again!”

She obviously regarded Su Mu as a stepping stone, and wanted to use Su Mu’s illusion to get more pain, so she rushed up again.

Su Mu’s eyes moved slightly, is it immortal?

He was not surprised. The Pain God Cult could grow stronger even though they were hurting themselves every day. They must have unique means of physical recovery. As a saint, it was not surprising that she was immortal.

He realized that the opponent was difficult to deal with. No wonder the Original God Cult, as the first sect, could not eradicate the Pain God Cult. Such an opponent was indeed a bug.

They could not be killed, and even their strength could be continuously improved by being beaten. How could they be beaten?

If it were someone else, they would really have no way to deal with Saint Jiao Rong, but Su Mu could not be defeated.

Since Saint Jiao Rong’s power came from pain, wouldn’t it be enough to stop her from suffering?