However, at the moment when Ghost Venerable was full of confidence.

A storm suddenly arose, and countless wind sounds blew in, and before the ghost venerable could react to what was going on, suddenly there was a tingling pain on his face.

He felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been pounced on by some claw.

Scratched his face hard, scarred and bloodstained.

The Ghost Venerable was stunned.

"Who?"

Who ruined his perfect face when he wasn't looking?

The slightly angry voice fell, and a "swish" sound came again!

A heavy scratch reappeared on his face.

The Ghost Venerable was furious.

"Who the hell is that? If you have the ability, you stand up and see that I don't kill you. "Angry! His face, which was so beautiful, was scratched.

Do you think you can not be angry?

He's a ghost venerable, and he's been disfigured by the same moves like this, can there be anything more infuriating than this?

The Ghost Venerable was already furious.

He yelled into the air, "Who is it, stand up for the deity." ”

Unfortunately, no one responded.

Ghost Zun felt puzzled, who was the other party sacred, and dared to do something with him, so unconsciously scratched his cheek, and refused to apologize, and did not appear.

There are only three people here.

That crazy man, Dongfang Ling Wei and the current demon king Beitang Yin.

A mad man is a madman who just talks but doesn't practice, Dongfang Ling Wei can't fight him anymore, and the only Beitang Yin looks so weak.

Could it be ...... And a fourth person who can't be?

He knew that Beitang Yin's third brother, Beitang Guyao, was much more powerful than him.

"Who the hell is it to come out to the deity!"

The ghost venerable covered the wound on his face and said word by word, his face was quite ugly.

"It's me."

In just two words, Beitang Yin raised his hand, and the sharp claws went crazy towards the ghost venerable with gusts of wind.

The Ghost Venerable didn't have time to move, as if he saw a huge black shadow rising in the air, transforming into a black cloud, and its sharp claws were hidden in it.

Dongfang Ling Wei looked at the ghost venerable as if he had fallen into his own illusion, or what, he just stood in the distance in a daze, covering his already bloody face, and looked ahead with a stunned look in his eyes.

"What the hell happened to him?" Dongfang Lingwei wondered.

Beitang Yin didn't answer her, but hooked his lips and looked at Dongfang Lingwei coldly, and said softly: "Who knows what's wrong with him, is he crazy?" ”

Dongfang Ling Wei's lips twitched, this person ...... How can you still talk so badly?

However, what the Ghost Venerable was experiencing was even more terrifying than what Dongfang Ling Wei had seen.

Ghost Venerable looked at the behemoth in front of him in disbelief, and those dark purple eyes shone like two lanterns!

Before he could break through the thick clouds and see the clear appearance inside, another silver claw slashed at him.

He could have escaped, but an invisible pressure trapped him deadly, and his whole body couldn't move.

Those dark purple eyes, that defiant look, that contemptuous look!

Isn't it who is Beitang Yin?

What is this thing!

Why is it so huge, so fierce, so strong!

Could it be that this is the ontology of Beitang Yin?

A body that can't even be seen, what kind of demon is he?

Isn't this generation of demon clan the essence of tigers, lions and leopards? It turned out to be such a behemoth, and the ghost venerable was even more surprised in his curiosity.

The ontology of such a behemoth is impossible without a thousand years of cultivation.

But...... Beitang Yin is only a hundred years old, how can he have such a powerful cultivation?