Chapter 438 You Go, for the Sake of Our Acquaintance

"Is this the reason why you joined the Cult of Pain?"

Yang Dongqing's chest heaved violently: "That's right! So what if the evil god can help me resurrect Jasmine, I am willing to believe in the evil god!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled coldly: "I know the purpose of your coming, do you want to stop me? Haha... also, now I am regarded by the world as a scourge, a lackey of the evil god, standing on the opposite side of the world .

But so what? I never care what you think. The hell on earth and the pain you see now are all my fault! I’m surprised, I’m no longer what I used to be...”

"Too little pain."

Yang Dongqing's high-pitched voice was cut off immediately, and his expression was slightly startled.

"Do you know why Jasmine hasn't been resurrected yet? It's because the pain is not enough." Su Mu sighed slightly, as if he disliked Yang Dongqing's incompetence.

"What did you say!?"

"I said the pain is not enough. You need more pain. There are millions of vampires in the entire Blood Moon Empire. How many of them have you captured after such a long time? The Immortal King is still alive and well. According to the If you continue like this, when will Jasmine be resurrected?

Could it be that you have changed your mind? Do you love Jasmine or not? "

Yang Dongqing: "......"

Su Mu's words filled his eyes with astonishment. These words were so outrageous that he could not even dream of them.

I was once a good friend. When you saw your former companion joining a cult and causing trouble to everyone, you didn't stop him. Instead, you came over and asked why he only did such a few bad things.

"What are you doing here!" Yang Dongqing shouted.

Su Mu smiled slightly: "Of course I'm here to help you. Jasmine is a good girl. There are so many evil people living well in the world. Why should she have to die?"

Yang Dongqing sneered: "Help me? What can you help me with... Troll essence and blood!?"

His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the glass vial in Su Mu's hand in disbelief. It contained crystal clear blood, and the powerful aura could not be concealed even by the bottle.

"With it, you can be promoted to the Golden King and then deal with the Immortal King." Su Mu smiled.

Yang Dongqing stared at Su Mu with hesitation in his eyes: "What conspiracy do you have! I don't believe you are so kind..."

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and sneered: "I know, you want to use this method to deceive me, your essence and blood have been poisoned by you, right?

Su Mu, don't try to lie to me. I know you too well. Deception is your usual method. Unfortunately, I am no longer the same person as I was back then.

I won't be fooled by you so easily. You know you are invincible, so you want to use this method to deal with me. "

Su Mu was slightly surprised. It turned out that this was the image he had in Yang Dongqing's mind?

"You go, for the sake of our acquaintance, this time I..."

Yang Dongqing's voice stopped suddenly, and a slender palm gently pressed on his shoulder. At that moment, he felt an unimaginable and terrifying force. His whole body was as if he was being crushed by Mount Tai, unable to move at all. Every cent.

A gentle voice sounded behind him: "No matter how much you talk to yourself, there must be a limit, right?"

"You! This...how is this possible!?" Yang Dongqing was horrified. He tried to explode the divine power of pain, but in the face of Su Mu's terrifying power, the divine power of pain was completely suppressed.

He could not believe that he was no longer what he used to be. Not only had he been promoted to the Golden Realm, but he had also gained the power of the evil god. He believed that no one in the world could defeat him except the Seven Kings.

He is truly the number one among the kings, and he can even fight against the Seven Kings.

In his opinion, Su Mu used to be mysterious and powerful, and always overwhelmed him, but that was all in the past, and the gap between him and Su Mu was already like clouds and mud.

But now, after he really came into contact with Sumu's power, he realized that his judgment was not wrong. The difference was indeed like the difference between clouds and mud, but... he was the mud.

"Let go of the leader!"

"Protect the leader!"

A group of men in black robes were frightened and angry, and rushed towards Su Mu with weapons in hand.

Su Mu looked at everyone calmly: "Noisy."

The eyes behind the brown glasses flashed with a flash of crystal blue light.

Buzz! !

The invisible mental power spread like a tide, sweeping across the entire scene in an instant. All the men in black robes, including several golden experts, were directly impacted by the mental power. Their eyes turned white and they fell asleep.

For a moment, the entire square was silent, with a dark mass of people lying on the ground.

"How... could this happen..." Yang Dongqing murmured in horror, his eyes dull. He seemed to be asking himself why he didn't seem to make any progress at all after such a long time. When facing Sumu, he was still so powerless.

Su Mu seemed to read Yang Dongqing's thoughts, and smiled in his ear: "Wondering why I am so weak? It's simple, because the pain is not enough."

He gently placed the glass vial containing the troll's essence and blood into Yang Dongqing's stiff hands.

"Drink it and you will gain stronger power. Remember, Jasmine is still waiting for you, don't let her down... Yang Dongqing."

Su Mu's deep voice was like the whisper of a devil, echoing in the dead square.

When Yang Dongqing came back to his senses, Su Mu had disappeared, just like a dream.

He lowered his head and looked at the blood essence in his hand. The hot and scorching breath reminded him that what just happened was not a dream.

After staring at the glass bottle in a trance for a long time, Yang Dongqing slowly opened the bottle stopper and put it into his mouth.

"Master! Don't drink it!" A member of the Golden Sect woke up at this time. He supported his body with difficulty: "That man is an enemy, not a friend. Be careful of poison."

A self-deprecating look appeared on Yang Dongqing's face: "Poison? Do you think he needs to use poison to kill me?"

Then, he drank the blood in his hand.

The blood entered his throat, and the burning breath surged through his limbs. His skin began to turn red, and his muscles were surging like water waves. The momentum of the original Golden Realm rose steadily.

The power of pain also rose, like a huge shadow covering Yang Dongqing.

Yang Dongqing didn't know Su Mu's purpose, nor did he know why the other party wanted to help him, but he was sure that it was definitely not for the so-called friendship.

Su Mu was not that kind of person.

In Yang Dongqing's heart, Sumu could be a gentleman with a degree of madness, a poisonous snake hiding in the jungle, or a lunatic with an abnormal brain, but he could never be a person who selflessly dedicated himself to helping others.

Sumu must be planning something, but... it doesn't matter.

Yang Dongqing doesn't care whether he is being used or not, he only cares about Jasmine. Now that he has the troll blood, he can be promoted to the King of Gold, defeat the King of the Undead, and finally revive Jasmine, which is enough.