"Great Bodhisattva?"
Cui Heng narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and the golden light in his palm instantly expanded.
Dense runes suddenly flowed on the golden light. Every rune was a light that shone on the purple-black old man.
"Ah, ah, ah!" The old man screamed. His face was ferocious and twisted in extreme pain.
Wherever the golden light shone on, wisps of purplish-black smoke would rise. It was very sinister.
However, under the purple-black smoke, one could vaguely see a golden Buddhist light.
He was really a Buddhist.
It seemed that he had been infected by the purple-black power and had lost his mind.
At the same time, Cui Heng also discovered the essence of this old man.
It was a broken soul.
To be broken to this extent and still be equivalent to the Ninth level of Qi Refinement.
If his soul was complete, his strength was very likely to be equivalent to the early-stage Foundation Establishment realm.
