Made the same choice.

They want to use this blue man to practice and even extend their lifespan.

After understanding this, Xu Zimo looked at the old man.

Mr. Cui's eyes were bright and he didn't look like a dying person at all.

"Boy, how do you want to die?"

"What a pity," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"What's the pity?"

"You're just a little bastard that doesn't interest me.

You three elders, Shengyan, where are the other two?" Xu Zimo asked.

He wanted to catch them all, so he naturally wanted to know their whereabouts.

"And what about the Ba Dao?

Why don't you dare to come out to see me?"

"Don't you think you have too many problems?

I have no obligation to answer you."

Mr. Cui sneered: "Let's not talk about anything else for the moment. Only if you can survive from my hands will you be qualified to talk to me."

He waved his hand, and there were many ghosts behind Old Cui.

In his body, the death energy seemed to have the upper hand, as if he had evolved into a purgatory Shura.

The Shura kept roaring and killed Xu Zimo directly.

"We are both great saints, who are you looking down on?" Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

His gaze was like a knife, and his domineering shadow descended from the sky, directly nailing Purgatory Shura to death.

The tip of the knife was sharp, and there seemed to be the sound of the great road.

Seeing this scene, Cui Lao was not surprised.

He seemed to be testing something.

A blue aura fell on Purgatory Shura in his hand.
Chapter completed!