Eleventh Ancestor, seeing the old man in the red robe, Nana's face changed miserably, her face was almost bloodless, her delicate body trembled under the gorgeous dress, and her eyes were still fearful in addition to fear.

Ye Wentian's eyes condensed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Who is the Eleventh Ancestor?" He still couldn't figure out the inheritance relationship of the Blood Rose family.

Kacha coughed slightly, and said: "The eleventh ancestor is my grandfather, the father of the Prince of Blood Moon, he has lived for five hundred years, ranking after the tenth ancestor in terms of generation, he is the highest person in the Blood Rose family today, and his strength is extremely strong, although I have never seen him do it, but it is conservatively estimated to be level ninety-eight!"

"Five hundred years, level ninety-eight?" Ye Wentian was taken aback, his heart sank slightly, there were ten supremes chasing after him, and there were ninety-eight level old monsters who had lived for five hundred years in front of him, it was really not easy to enter the forbidden gate!

However, what if it wasn't easy? He never knew how to write the word renunciation, he had faced it all with ninety-nine level demigods, how could he be afraid of level ninety-eight?

"Nana, you take care of Kacha, leave it to me here. Ye Wentian put Kacha in the corner, turned around, picked up his knife, and walked towards the Eleventh Ancestor.

"Dead guy, be careful!" Kacha shouted vigorously, goodbye Ye Wentian, she felt dead without regrets, but she was still desperate in her heart, the other party was a ninety-eight-level powerhouse, and Ye Wentian had no possibility of defeating at all.

Nana took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, picked up Kacha's twin knives, and dodged into the shadows next to the passage, where she would cut off the head of anyone who dared to enter.

In the stone hall, Ye Wentian walked towards the silver-haired old man step by step, the long knife scraped a spark on the ground, his eyes were like cold stars, his breath was as solid as solid, and every foot fell as calm as a mountain.

"Young man, I have heard of your deeds, I have to say, you are indeed talented, but the gap is in front of you, do you think you can break through my blockade and open the forbidden door?" said the Eleventh Ancestor with a smile maintaining an elegant posture.

"You said it yourself, I just need to break through your blockade and open the forbidden door. Ye Wentian said in a deep voice.

"It's good to be arrogant, but it's not right to be arrogant. The Eleventh Ancestor raised his hand and made a move, and the blood in the stone hall suddenly flourished, and the blood shadow aura that was already extremely strong soared, letting out a sharp scream, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, rolling up the waves of blood shadow, and rushing towards Ye Wentian, at the same time, more blood gushed out of the gap, and more and more blood shadows solidified and formed, turning into blood guards to join the battle group.

In the blink of an eye, the number of blood guards skyrocketed by three times, like a dense blood cloud, wanting to devour and tear Ye Wentian to pieces.

Ye Wentian was still walking forward, and the amplitude and frequency of his footsteps were not affected in the slightest, as if he did not feel the blood shadow frenzy above his head at all.

His eyes gradually lost their human feelings, like a demon king who had annihilated all beings, and he could no longer feel the slightest fluctuation, and all that was left was the coldness and indifference of slaughtering a qiē.

Kacha and Nana's eyes were in their throats, and they could hardly resist exclaiming.

Just when the blood claw was an inch away from the top of Ye Wentian's head, Ye Wentian finally moved.

The long knife suddenly rose up, breaking through the shackles of space, and a crimson essence knife shot out from the blade, and with the belt arm, the blood-colored knife was thrown into a spiral!

The red lotus blooms, and everything is slaughtered.

The spiral-shaped blood-colored sword rays spun rapidly, turning into a blooming blood-colored lotus, getting bigger and bigger, more and more intense, and with the indifferent ferocity of slaughtering all beings, the sword rays crushed all the blood shadows that rushed in.

The fifth knife of the Infinite Nine Tribulation Knife: Butcher's Knife, slashing mountains and rivers.

After being used again and again, for the use of this knife, Ye Wentian became more and more handy, and the power naturally became more and more powerful.

When the sword mang's blood lotus gradually dissipated, the blood shadow frenzy had disappeared, and the entire stone hall was cleared, and all that was left was the crimson blood rain that was sprinkled all over the sky.

"Such a strong emperor, the dragon tooth knife really lives up to its reputation. The Eleventh Ancestor did not show a look of surprise, but slapped his hands in admiration.

"It's a pity that trying to break through my blockade is not enough. As soon as the conversation changed, the Eleventh Ancestor put away his smile.

"Then give it a try. Ye Wentian stepped out, the black thunder under his feet soared, and the entire ground was shattered by the black thunder, and with the ferocity of slashing the sky and the earth, he rushed towards the Eleven Ancestors.

The Eleventh Ancestor jokingly said, "You want to force me to get out of the way?" A light fluttering palm slapped forward, but it contained the great power of the ninety-eighth level peak, which burst out from the silence in an instant, turning into a stormy wave that filled the entire stone hall, sealing all possible room for dodge.

The gap between the Spirit Saint and the Super Supreme is unshakable, with a palm at the peak of the ninety-eighth level, even an ordinary Supreme can only escape, let alone a mere Spirit Saint?

"Ahh

It is true that the distance between the Spirit Saint and the Super Supreme is too great to be crossed, but there are countless possibilities for everything, and nothing is absolute.

The blood wave of the palm wind full of destruction was suddenly torn apart from it, and under the horrified gaze of the Eleventh Ancestor, Ye Wentian was wrapped in a blood-red light mask, and he slashed his head with a sword that broke through the waves.

Shenwei Gluttonous Feast, resisting any attack at level ninety-eight and below for three seconds, although the Eleventh Ancestor is at the peak of level ninety-eight, it is still level ninety-eight, which is just the limit of the range of the Blood Spirit Technique.

It was this blood spirit technique that forcibly shortened the distance between the Spirit Saint and the Super Supreme, and gave Ip Man Tianchuang a chance to attack in close quarters, in the face of the Super Supreme, only a melee attack could achieve results.

It is impossible for the Super Supreme to shake the Emperor with his physical body, for hundreds of years, the Eleventh Ancestor finally felt the danger of death, and quickly woke up from the shock, and in a hurry, he grabbed the Dragon Tooth Knife with one hand, and punched Ye Wentian in the chest with the other hand.

The dragon tooth knife that was cut off was caught, but his palm was almost cut off, blood gushed out, and the blazing sword penetrated into his body along the wound

However, it was not this that shocked the Eleventh Ancestor, but the fist that hit Ye Wentian's chest, which did not produce any effect! The gluttonous phantom on the red light mask devoured wildly, swallowing all the energy cleanly, transforming it into spiritual power and injecting it into the spiritual power furnace.

How powerful is the attack of the ninety-eighth level super supreme, the spiritual power transformed by this blow is equivalent to Ye Wentian's retreat and cultivation for seven days!

"This can't be!" The Eleventh Ancestor was furious, clenched the Dragon Tooth Knife tightly, as if he didn't believe in evil, and continued to punch Ye Wentian's body, vowing not to give up if he didn't beat Ye Wentian into meat sauce.

It's a pity that the Shenwei gluttonous feast lasted for three seconds, and the confrontation happened too quickly, only a second had passed at this time, and Ip Mantian still had two seconds left to give full play to it, because he had successfully gotten close.