Who said that the ninety-eighth-level Super Supreme was invincible? Who said that the ninety-eighth-level Super Supreme could crush the Spirit Saint? Who said that the gap could not be surpassed?

Ye Wentian was surpassing at this time, wasn't he a ninety-eighth-level super supreme?

The qiē he did was all for close quarters, and only a melee attack could cause damage to the Super Supreme.

First of all, he made it clear that his purpose was the Forbidden Gate, so that the Eleventh Ancestor would not move, and then he took on a domineering posture to induce the other party to deliver a killing blow, and finally with the help of the shield of the blood wave, he used the divine power and gluttonous feast to successfully get close, and the whole process was completed smoothly.

Eleven Ancestor Ninety-Eight Peak, as long as he succeeds in getting close, Ye Wentian has a three-second chance to attack, in these three seconds, he is invincible, he can ignore any attack of the Eleventh Ancestor, and the more Eleven Ancestor attacks, the more ruthless he is, the more spiritual power he devours.

Now, Ip Mantian still has two seconds left.

"What's impossible? You're hitting me. ”

Ye Wentian laughed loudly, the long knife inspired a violent knife, twisted it fiercely, and smashed the palm of the Eleventh Ancestor, and then suddenly grabbed the opponent's neck, flipped in the air and rode on the opponent's back, his feet were entangled, no matter how the opponent attacked, he just didn't let go.

"Get out of here, ahhhh

The Eleventh Ancestor was completely furious, and the attack became more and more crazy and violent, and the violent energy filled the entire stone hall, like a tidal wave of energy, and the entire stone hall was trembling.

Only then did he realize that he had underestimated Ye Wentian, and he had underestimated more than a little, he had not been injured for hundreds of years, and he had not felt anger and pain, but at this moment, a mere spirit saint had caused harm to him, making him feel fear and pain.

"Suck his blood, quick!" Cacha shouted with a flash of energy.

Ye Wentian didn't have time to think about it, he stubbornly entangled the eleven ancestors, his teeth flashed black, and they turned into dark iron, like gluttony devouring the sky and biting it hard.

The Xuantie teeth were so sharp that they bit through the flesh of the Eleventh Ancestor with a click, piercing into the blood vessels, and a large stream of blood poured into Ye Wentian's mouth.

"Gollum, Gollum......" Ye Wentian hurriedly devoured, he finally understood Kacha's intention at this time, the eleven ancestors' spiritual power and physical body are very strong, and the blood is almost the same as the holy blood, which is an excellent material for forging the body, on the other hand, for the people of the Blood Rose family, blood is the source of strength, and if you lose blood, the strength of the eleven ancestors will decrease.

"Ahh

The Eleventh Ancestor is almost crazy, the blood in his body is the essence of five hundred years of condensation, and the purity is almost close to that of the Tenth Ancestor, as long as the qualitative change is completed, his blood is the ancestral blood, which can be put into the forbidden land of blood and worshipped, becoming a legend of the family. But at this moment, the blood that he had worked so hard to condense was losing a lot, how could he not be angry?

The attacks that fell on Ye Wentian's body became more and more violent, and there was still a second left in the gluttonous feast.

A huge amount of spiritual power was transformed and poured into his body, coupled with the violent holy blood, Ye Wentian felt extremely uncomfortable, if it weren't for his physical strength, he would have to be blown up.

"Old thing, Lao Tzu is fighting with you!" Ye Wentian was stimulated to be ruthless, and directly opened the spiritual power furnace, and in an instant, the suction power increased dramatically, and the blood gushing out of the neck of the eleventh ancestor was faster and more urgent, and even the spiritual power in his body was sucked out.

Finally, the effect of Kamui Gluttonous Feast is over.

Ye Wentian hurriedly let go of his mouth and dodged, but the attack of the Eleventh Ancestor was too violent, and he was still swept by a palm wind, flew out upside down like a cannonball, and fell down on the forbidden door.

"Poof......" blood burst out of his mouth, all sprayed on the forbidden door, including the blood of the eleventh ancestor, as well as Ye Wentian's own blood.

Ye Wentian felt that the five were burning, the palm of the super supreme was really terrifying, almost all the internal organs were broken, and the bones of the whole body were broken in many places, if it weren't for his strong body, he would have to be smashed.

"Hey, I didn't think Lao Tzu was a vampire again, hehe. Ye Wentian touched the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and stood up with the stone door, but he didn't find that the blood mist that had just erupted was all sucked in by the murals on the stone door, and the blood flowed along the lines, producing strange changes.

"My blood, my holy blood, you dare to suck my blood, I will kill you!" The elegant and calm temperament of the Eleventh Ancestor was completely shattered, tightly covering his neck, his handsome face was distorted and hideous, looking terrifying, the blood around his body was rolling, illusions were repeated, and the roar was deafening.

"Kill it, bah, it's really undrinkable. Ye Wentian lifted the long knife and spit out a mouthful of blood foam to make a disgusting appearance, a large amount of holy blood in his body was running wild, turning into a surging frenzy and clashing everywhere, but he didn't have time to absorb it at the moment, he could only hold on strongly, he knew very well that once he fell, the fate of Kacha and Nana would be extremely miserable, so he couldn't fall, he had to stand even if he died.

"Die!" The Eleventh Ancestor completely went berserk, his clothes were torn behind his back, two huge flesh wings stretched out, his body swelled sharply, his muscles broke his clothes, the sharp claws of his hands popped out and flashed with a terrifying chill, his eyes turned blood-red, the fangs in his mouth were like blades, and he pressed Ye Wentian against the stone door with a wild roar.

After all, it is a ninety-eight-level powerhouse, and the eleventh ancestor who is furious and uses the martial spirit possession is too powerful, although he has lost a lot of blood, but his strength has not weakened much under the rage, even if Ye Wentian casts the divine martial spirit, he can't compete head-on, and the elemental body that splits out is all instantly exploded.

The two figures were flying in the stone hall, the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to Ye Wentian, without the divine power gluttonous feast, he would definitely not be able to compete head-on with the ninety-eighth level supreme, no matter how high his talent was, no matter how strong his strength was, there was a limit.

Kacha and Nana were almost crazy, and the shouts of killing in the passage were getting closer and closer, and then dragged on, and when the ten supremes arrived, it would be all over in one breath.

With a loud bang, Ye Wentian resisted the punch of the Eleventh Ancestor, hit the stone gate and fell down.

"Boy, I'm going to suck your blood dry, Divine Spirit Body, your blood should be delicious. The Eleventh Ancestor licked the blood on his nails, his expression was extremely hideous, the flesh wings on his back fanned up and down, and the huge claws fell heavily, making the entire stone hall tremble with every step, and the stone chips fell like clusters of jade.

Ye Wentian stood up with a long knife, spat out blood, lowered his head, his eyes suddenly turned pure silver, the center of the silver pupils, overflowing milky white light, and the vaguely visible triangular phantom swirled and flickered in the light, isn't it the rudimentary form of the godhead condensed by the power of faith and gratitude in the sea of souls?

"If you want to suck my blood, just get closer. Ye Wentian lowered his head and let out a hoarse laugh.

The Eleventh Ancestor did not doubt him, his flesh wings flapped violently, and he opened his fangs and bit Ye Wentian's neck.

At this moment, Ye Wentian Huo Ran raised his head, his pure silver pupils were facing the blood-colored eyes of the Eleventh Ancestor, and two silver lightning bolts mixed with white brilliance rushed out and stabbed into it fiercely.