You have a good chance, I accept it.

"Failed, completely defeated."

Ye Lin's realm continued to fall. He was lying on the ground coughing up blood. His internal organs were broken. His realm had now fallen to the Hedao stage.

The bloody sword had already turned into fragments all over the sky and fell to the ground at will. There was no trace of divinity on the fragments.

However, from beginning to end, the thunder calamity in the sky did not dissipate for unknown reasons.

But none of this matters anymore.

Thinking of this, Ye Lin couldn't help but laugh at himself. He had never encountered any trouble in his cultivation so far. He thought he would die, but he didn't expect that he would die in such a painful way.

Killed by lightning?

This way of dying would be too frustrating.

There were many monks who died under the thunder tribulation, and it was very common, but for Ye Lin, this was an insult.

As time goes by, Ye Lin's cultivation level has dropped to the Qi Refining stage, until there is no cultivation level at all, and Ye Lin is now just like a mortal.

His skin was drying out rapidly, and even his hair was turning gray in an instant. He had turned from a young man into a late old man in an instant.

Ye Lin was the only one on the huge ground. Only Ye Lin was covered in blood and lying alone on the ground.

The bursts of thunder in the sky seemed to be seeing him off. The vitality in Ye Lin's body was rapidly passing away. Without the support of his cultivation, his longevity had also come to an end.

The next moment, he will be wiped out in the dust of history.

"When you come, you will be alone, and when you leave, you will be alone."

Ye Lin looked at the empty ground around him and smiled miserably, then he lay down on the ground, his eyes looking at the thunder rolling in the sky.

"You win, I lose."

Ye Lin raised his arm with difficulty and smiled, then hit his arm heavily on the ground and closed his eyes.

However, the moment he closed his eyes, Ye Lin saw the deepest space of the thundercloud.

Space is constantly being destroyed and reorganized under the influence of thunder, and each reorganization is getting stronger, reorganizing, and getting stronger.

Ye Lin closed his eyes, his whole body was lifeless, just like a corpse.

"Is this the senior brother who overcame the tribulation? It's a pity that all his cultivation has been lost, and now he has become a useless person, but his soul is still there, and there is still hope for salvation."

"Forget it, don't save him. His heart is already dead. Even if he is revived, it will only increase the pain."

Some disciples couldn't bear to say that no one could suffer such a blow when their cultivation was gone. They did have many life-extending medicines in their hands, and it was not impossible to even return Ye Lin to his youth.

But after such a blow, who can recover? Even if Ye Lin is revived by them now, it will only increase the pain.

In a quarter of an hour, he fell from a powerful man in the fairyland to a helpless mortal. Not everyone can bear this kind of blow.

"Let's break up and let him be alone."

At this time, Zhuge Yun's figure appeared in mid-air, and the disciples who were watching below bowed down and saluted Zhuge Yun, and then disappeared one by one.

"good."

Zhuge Yun glanced at Ye Lin appreciatively. Although the vitality in Ye Lin's body had dissipated, there was a fire burning in his mind. The body was dead, but the soul was not dead, and the soul was extremely active.

"I understand, hahaha, I understand."

Suddenly, Ye Lin opened his eyes suddenly, let out a loud laugh, stood up suddenly, and an extremely strong momentum emanated from his body.