Seeing this, some old Jindan monsters hiding in Qiankun Palace were dumbfounded and said: "This is the breath of Tianbao."
"Who exactly is this Lin Yi?"
"Yes, he probably took out four or five treasures today."
Many ancestors showed envy.
Only the Hedao Immortal Lord can condense a heavenly-grade spiritual treasure. One heavenly treasure is enough to suppress the fortune of an entire clan, a sect, or even a country. But looking across the Beihan Ice Territory, there is not even a single one.
And Lin Yi actually took it out, how could they not be shocked.
"This sword was left by an ancient sword immortal of the Hua clan. Although I don't know the name of that sword immortal, he must be an immortal monarch, or even a celestial monarch."
"This sword is just like the Hua people, rusty, but today it has regained its divine light and will kill your Beihan royal family."
"This sword not only splits the Qiankun Palace, but also the future path of the Chinese race."
Lin Yi held the magic sword and slashed it downwards.
When the sword was slashed out, a line was cut in the sky and earth, and an extremely wide and deep ditch appeared under the feet. The Qiankun Palace, which was thought to be unbreakable, also cracked like tofu.
The terrifying sword energy reached hundreds or thousands of meters underground, cutting all the magic arrays buried underground into pieces.
This terrifying crack cut the square royal city into two rectangles, and the ditches and gullies stretched for hundreds of miles, which was terrifying.
When Lin Yi appeared in Qiankun Palace, Yin Rao looked pale.
The Qiankun Palace is extremely vast, at least tens of thousands of square meters. There is a pillar every ten steps in the hall. There used to be hundreds of slaves serving here every day, but now they have all fled and the place is empty.
Those hiding in the hall now are royal nobles, clan ancestors and the like.
But Lin Yi's eyes were fixed on one person, Yin Rao.
"clatter!"
With every step Lin Yi took, everyone seemed to feel a little more suffocated.
The sound of Lin Yi breaking tiles was enough to scare them as if they had seen a ghost.
These royal families were so arrogant before, treating the Chinese as ants under their feet, but now they did not expect that they would be forced to such a point by the ants.
The golden plaque behind Lin Yi, which was written by the emperor and empress back then, has now been cut into two pieces.
The stronger Lin Yi's breath became, the less vitality there seemed to be in the hall.
Yin Rao had lost all the pride of the royal family at this time. She rolled down from the throne with a plop, crawled on the ground, her forehead pressed against the red carpet, and her whole body trembled.
"Please stop, Master. This matter should end here."
"roll!"
Lin Yi swung his sword, and a Jindan fell, and the Qiankun Palace was cut horizontally.
“Boom!”
Bricks and tiles fell, and the seven-treasure glass lamp above the head was also shaking.
"Immortal Lord..."
An old official knelt on the ground and begged, "Please stop."
"die!"
Lin Yi crushed it instantly.
"Anyone who stands in my way will be killed without mercy."
Lin Yi said coldly.
A minister with a strong temper stood up angrily and said, "Master Lin, your wanton killing is against the moral integrity of heaven and will bring retribution."
"Haha, retribution. The royal family killed so many Chinese people. Even if there is retribution, the ones who died are the royal family. Die!"
Lin Yi stabbed him to death with another sword.
He pressed on step by step, his eyes flashing with cold light, and said one sentence at a time: "You have shown the slightest mercy to the Chinese."
"I, Lin, will not enter Qiankun Palace today."
"You want me to show mercy?"
"When you ordered the massacre of the Chinese, why didn't you think of showing mercy?"