The family heads present did not know Lin Beichen very well at first, but they were deceived by the ubiquitous rumors and believed that Lin Beichen was a murderous evil cultivator.
But now, they all had doubts in their hearts. Lin Beichen didn't have any aura of evil cultivator in his body, and the martial arts sword looked like the most upright and righteous martial arts.
How could this person be related to evil cultivators?
Lin Beichen stood beside Sun Feixue. At this moment, he was using the Dao aura to repair the original Dao injury in his body. Although the repair was very slow, Lin Beichen was very satisfied!
Because, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to repair the original Dao injury, because the Dao is invisible!
If it weren't for Sun Feixue's body of Heavenly Dao and his affinity with the Dao, allowing Lin Beichen to capture a few traces of the Dao occasionally, he would have no choice but to wait for death.
"Lin Beichen, I have to say, your life is really tough."
The two Taoist boys in the Changsheng Pavilion looked about eight or nine years old, but they were actually at the realm of heaven and humans. They were walking in the void like fairy children.
But Lin Beichen knew that the people in Changsheng Pavilion were all old monsters, and their strength was hard to predict.
"In that case, let's add fire to your fire and see how long you can hold on."
The clothes on one of the Taoist boys gradually turned black, like a shroud, and secret talismans were flowing in his pupils, giving off a strange aura.
"Old Poison God, why don't you open your gourd? I'm afraid you have already sacrificed the blood of millions of creatures into a lake of blood."
Another Taoist boy from Changsheng Pavilion wearing white sneered.
"What? Millions of creatures! Lake of blood?"
Upon hearing the words of the boy from Changsheng Pavilion, the expressions of all the family heads present changed wildly.
Lin Zhengnan and Cao Yise looked at each other as if they had thought of something terrible. They both saw surprise and fear in each other's eyes.
"Could it be... that he is a vampire?"
Lin Zhengnan struggled to squeeze out a few words from his mouth.
Not far away, a warrior from Japan's Iga Shrine showed curiosity and asked, "Senior, what is a vampire?"
"Vampire is a legend in the Yanxia martial arts world!"
On the Iga Shrine side, an old man showed solemnity on his old face and murmured: "It is said that every time a war breaks out in East Asia, there is always a mysterious man who goes around collecting fresh blood."
"Whether it was a hundred years ago or the 1950s and 1960s, wherever there were brutal wars, there were footprints of vampires. Wherever he went, the blood in the dead bodies was drained!"
As soon as the old man from Iga Shrine said these words, everyone gasped and felt terrible.
A celestial being who has been collecting blood for decades, and who definitely practices secret techniques related to blood, how powerful is he now?
"I didn't expect anyone would remember me."
The old Poison God said to himself, with a cold look in his eyes. He opened the black gourd and saw a pool of viscous black liquid, which he poured into the Thousand Island Lake.
In an instant, the originally turquoise water surface of Qiandao Lake turned pitch black, and the water surface was filled with dead fish and shrimps.
The gourd in the old Poison God's hand is still pouring, seemingly endless, and it is obviously also a space magic weapon.
When he did this, the manager of Qiandao Lake changed his color.
At this moment, the manager was staring blankly at the smelly Qiandao Lake water, his face was pale and his body was trembling!
He originally thought that renting Qiandao Lake to Lin Beichen was just for holding a martial arts event, so he wanted to kill Lin Beichen severely.
Even when Lin Beichen asked him to make a bet, he actually went back to prepare.
But when he arrived, he found that Lin Beichen was like an immortal in the sky, piercing the Japanese Jingzhao high priest with a sword.
And those people on the island all have very terrifying auras, and they are not ordinary people at all.
At this moment, he felt extremely regretful. Even if it was 5 billion, let alone 50 million, he would not be willing to rent Qiandao Lake to Lin Beichen again!
"The old Poison God is really terrifying. Is this gourd actually filled with blood that he has collected over the past hundred years? If he is an evil cultivator, I am afraid that this blood lake will completely become his dojo."
The head of the Guwu family in Dongdu City changed his face wildly at this moment. He came to the lake and inspected the black water, and his expression suddenly changed.
"The Poison God Sect of Burma is well-known for its sect of sorcery. In the past, the great ancestral shaman of the Miao nationality led more than a dozen people to the realm of gods, but they were unable to break through. The old Poison God blocked them outside with a giant blood-colored curtain. After so many years,
Yes, he is stronger."
"Yeah, I didn't expect that he would step onto Yanxia's territory again, and no one in my Yanxia realm would dare to expel him."
On Qiandao Lake, many members of the martial arts families just left the islands of Qiandao Lake, but still stood on the top of the mountain in the distance, watching silently.
When they reach this state, their eyesight is terrible.
"Master, what does he want to do?"
Li Buhuan changed his expression. He practiced the Tao of Yin and Yang, and he could feel that the thick blood was full of the breath of death.
"The old Poison God cultivates the way of blood demons, using blood to become demons. Theoretically, as long as there is a steady stream of blood, life can be greatly extended."
Lin Beichen's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, and he was still repairing the origin of Tao, but the fighting spirit between his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.
"Did you see it?"
Lin Beichen stood with his hands behind his back, using the energy in his chest, he shouted fiercely to the sky, his voice seemed to shake the eight wilderness and five mountains.
"Who is the evil cultivator and who is the righteous party? Changsheng Pavilion, don't you guys like to spread rumors that I am an evil cultivator and that my father, the Immortal Swordsman, is also an evil cultivator?"
"Hahaha! Evil cultivators, who do you think you are? How dare you define me? What qualifications do you have? Have you ever killed even one true evil cultivator? What would you do if you thought you were on the right path!"
Lin Beichen snorted coldly, facing the heroes of the world, he was trying to wash away the stigma on himself and Lin Zhengnan.
There is nothing more convincing than this. You must know that Changsheng Pavilion once insulted Lin Zhengnan as an evil cultivator, causing countless martial arts families to chase him around and capture him alive.
Lin Zhengnan was suffering from the five degenerations of heaven and man, so he chose to endure it, hide around, and escape for decades.
When they arrived at Lin Beichen's place, the Changsheng Pavilion once again spread rumors that Lin Beichen was an evil cultivator. However, this time Lin Beichen massacred the Tiandao Society and proved himself with blood, shocking the world.
"Lin Beichen, do you still dare to quibble? Where did your poisonous dragon come from? Can you prove its innocence for the creatures it has devoured?"
The Taoist boy from Changsheng Pavilion dressed in black threatened Lin Beichen. At this moment, the symbols in his pupils finally condensed, forming a strange curse that was printed on Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen's entire body was burning with divine power, releasing a bright aura, but the curse seemed not to be affected at all, and still fell on Lin Beichen.
For a moment, Lin Beichen felt that all the spiritual power in his body had stopped functioning, and a breath of death emanated from his body.
"You fell into the longevity spell of the Changsheng Pavilion. It is doomed to be unsolvable, and the evil cultivator is doomed to have a bad end. Why don't you look back?"
The Taoist boy in white looked at all this indifferently and said.
"Hahaha... What an evil cultivator. Today I will kill all of you so-called righteous people. Even if you are an evil cultivator, so what!"
Lin Beichen's eyes showed a look of madness. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the source of life in his body had been half restored, and there was no longer the danger of falling at any time like before.
"Lin Beichen, you know that Changsheng Pavilion will not let you go, why are you still struggling to support me? I don't think they want much, just your father's golden coffin."
The old Poison God smiled solemnly and continued: "My requirements are not high. Your Beichen Sect's sect has a pretty good array. I want to open a branch of the Poison God Sect here."
As soon as these words came out, all the people in the righteous sects all around the lake suddenly changed their expressions.
They were angry that the Poison God Sect from Burma dared to come to Yanxia to open a branch. Isn't this a slap in the face of the Yanxia martial arts community?
Moreover, the Beichen Sect has a sect-protecting formation, which is the only sect in the world that has a complete array. If the Poison God Sect takes over, even a gathering of powerful gods and humans may not be able to attack it.
"Where are those people who wanted to kill evil cultivators before? Come forward and kill them!"
Lin Beichen smiled coldly. He felt very happy at this moment, and all the anger and dissatisfaction he had before was released.
"What a bunch of turtles, guys who bully the weak and fear the strong!" Ye Tiangang gritted his teeth. These martial arts families usually shout and kill, but now they are being kicked in the nose and face, how can they tolerate it?