You have a good chance, I accept it.

The two forces continued to collide with each other. Zhao Linger was terrified when she saw this scene from a distance. For a moment, she could not help but stay away from Ye Lin.

Ye Lin at this moment was so terrifying, like a real living god of death.

"I don't believe I can't suppress you."

Ye Lin was also aroused by the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang, and he looked like he would not stop until he suppressed it.

The endless power in his body surged out. For a moment, the bloody aura of the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang was gradually suppressed by Ye Lin. After all, it was just a sword.

It was just a sword whose spirit had fallen into a coma. Even if it was a supreme weapon, it could not resist Ye Lin in his prime.

Under heavy suppression, the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang finally stopped moving. It stopped resisting and seemed to be completely suppressed by Ye Lin.

Seeing this scene, Ye Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled.

It was too hard. The whole process was too hard.

But now it's all right. The first step is completed. The second step is to enter the inner space of the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang and communicate with the spirit of the weapon.

The next moment, Ye Lin's divine consciousness once again probed into the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang. At this moment, the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang did not resist and let Ye Lin's divine consciousness enter.

After the divine consciousness entered, the scene in front of Ye Lin's eyes suddenly changed.

But before that, Ye Lin did not forget to throw out the Xuanhuang Wanwu Bell to guard himself in it. The moment of communicating with the spirit of the weapon was the moment when Ye Lin was most unprepared.

And he did not forget his current situation. After all, there was still Zhao Linger watching from a distance.

Although Zhao Linger was like a simple little girl in these days, she really regarded him as a brother.

However, Ye Lin has always believed in a principle since he started practicing until now, that is, he will not easily trust anyone, even Zhao Linger, who is not within Ye Lin's trust range.

The scene in front of him changed instantly.

The space inside the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang was a blood-red space, without any embellishments, an empty space.

The only thing that could be considered as an embellishment was perhaps the blood moon above his head.

In the front, there was a figure quietly suspended in the air, as if it was sleeping.

Bloody evil spirits kept entering its body from all around, but soon after, the bloody evil spirits that entered its body came out of its body again and returned to the world.

It just slept quietly like this, and Ye Lin could feel that its injuries were very serious, so serious that it couldn't even wake up itself.

"It's useless for you to do this, you will never be able to recover yourself, follow me, I can help you recover."

Ye Lin said in a deep voice, and the voice spread throughout the blood-colored space.

Although the figure in front of him fell into a deep sleep, his intuition told him that this was the spirit of the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang.

Although it is sleeping now, this guy must know his existence.

After all, the strong resistance just now could not be emitted by anything other than the spirit of the weapon.

After Ye Lin finished speaking, there was no response, and the air around him was terrifyingly quiet.

"You are the Supreme Weapon. Are you willing to live like this for the rest of your life? Is this half-dead state really what you want?"

"Follow me, I can make you shine again, and even make you go one step further."

"There is no immortal energy here. It is just a coincidence that I came here now. Maybe it will disappear again at some time in the future. You will remain in this state for the rest of your life."

"You can neither live nor die, until your divinity dissipates and turns to ashes."