The voice was hoarse and vicissitudes. He was sitting right under the Samsara Fruit. He could touch the Samsara Fruit with his hand.
Others have to fly dozens of meters to reach it.
Therefore, he had the upper hand in seizing the fruit of reincarnation.
Not to mention that only a few of these people can fly.
The only one who could fight with him was the monk who was over five meters tall, but unfortunately he was also dying now.
No one knew how long the old man had been sitting on the boulder. In any case, he had almost merged with the surrounding rocks. He looked dying, and his hair and clothes were all covered with grass. If he hadn't spoken, most people would not have noticed that there was a person here.
In addition to these advantages, Yinchuan’s strength should not be underestimated.
The Northern Cold Prince who was once as powerful as the Northern Cold Ice Territory and the Sword Prince.
But later on, no one knows how it suddenly disappeared and it has been gone for three hundred years, so no one has mentioned it for a long time.
Many people say that he died from an inner demon while practicing, while others say that he was killed by someone. In short, there are all kinds of rumors.
Only now did Lin Yi realize that he had originally wanted to get the Samsara Fruit for the Emperor and Empress to help his sister extend her life.
King Beihan was already in the late Jindan stage three hundred years ago, and his cultivation level is even higher now. Several fearless cultivators stepped forward to challenge King Beihan, but they all ended in failure.
The corpses piled up like a mountain over there are those of the monks.
When Yinchuan's cloudy and dim eyes fell on Lin Yi, they suddenly flashed with light, and infinite hatred intertwined and condensed in his pupils, and finally almost turned into substance.
"Are you Lin Yi who massacred my royal family?" Yinchuan said with sharp eyes.
Lin Yi smiled and said, "You must have recognized the wrong person."
"Haha, you still want to hide it, kid. My sister and I are twin brothers and sisters. We are in tune with each other and can communicate anything between us in an instant. Do you think that I don't know about your slaughter of my royal family because this place is isolated from the world?"
"Bang!"
Yinchuan stood up in anger, and the icy blood surging in his body froze the entire valley. The biting cold corroded his body, and some True Lords with weaker cultivation were frozen into ice on the spot.
Just now it was sunny here, and the next second it was covered with snow. Even the sun didn't know where it had gone.
Yinchuan's breath was surging and his murderous intent was rising. He had suffered day and night for the past three hundred years and had endured so much loneliness and hardship. When he saw Lin Yi, all his murderous intent was ignited and exploded.
Seeing this terrifying aura, which was close to the late Jindan realm, it was like a torrent rolling back, covering the sky and the earth.
"What a powerful aura."
"It is definitely a powerful person in the late Jindan stage."
"This kid is in big trouble."
Everyone thought so and looked at Lin Yi with sympathetic yet sympathetic eyes.
Although it is difficult to connect this Lin Yi with the matter of destroying the royal family.
However, since they are King Beihan’s enemies anyway, we should just gloat over their misfortune. No matter what, one less enemy means one more chance of winning the Fruit of Samsara.
"Brother!" Ling'er grabbed Lin Yi's arm nervously.
Yuexi shook her head slightly and stood up to say a few words to poor Lin Yi. With her status and sect background, she believed that Yinchuan would give her face.
"I am... ... "
Just as Yuexi said two words, Lin Yi took a step forward, sneered with his hands behind his back, and said, "What Beihan Royal Family? I will kill them like a dog, and the same goes for you. Your neck is no harder than that of your descendants."