My apprentices are all bosses

Chapter 529 The Battle of Lizong
The family heads present didn't know Lin Beichen very well at first, but were bewitched by the ubiquitous rumors, thinking that Lin Beichen was a bloodthirsty evil cultivator.

But now, each of them has doubts in their hearts. Lin Beichen doesn't have the slightest aura of evil cultivation, and that martial arts sword, at first glance, is the righteous martial arts of Zhigang Zhiyang.

How could this person have anything to do with evil cultivators?

Lin Beichen was standing beside Sun Feixue. At this moment, he channeled the aura of Dao to repair the original Dao injury in his body. Although the repair was slow, Lin Beichen was very satisfied!
Because it is impossible to repair the original Dao injury under normal circumstances, because the Dao is invisible!

If it wasn't for Sun Feixue being the body of the Dao of Heaven and being able to get close to the Dao, so that Lin Beichen could occasionally catch a little Dao mark, otherwise he could only 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 both in the realm of heaven and man. They walked in the void like fairy boys.

But Lin Beichen knew that those people in the Changsheng Pavilion were all old monsters, and their strength was hard to fathom.

"In that case, let's add fire to you and see how long you can last."

The clothes on one of the Taoist boys gradually turned black, like a shroud, and his pupils were filled with secret talismans, carrying a strange aura.

"Old Poison God, haven't you opened your gourd yet? I'm afraid you have sacrificed the spiritual blood of millions of lives into a lake of blood."

Another Changshengge Daoist in white sneered.

"What? Millions of souls! Blood Lake?"

Hearing the words of the Changsheng Pavilion boy, the faces of the Patriarchs present all changed wildly.

Lin Zhengnan and Cao Yise seemed to think of something terrible, they looked at each other, they both saw surprise and fear in each other's eyes.

"Could it be...he is a vampire?"

Lin Zhengnan struggled to squeeze out a few words from his mouth.

Not far away, the martial artist from the Iga Shrine in Japan showed curiosity and asked, "Excuse me, senior, what is a vampire?"

"Vampire is a legend in the Chinese martial arts world!"

On the side of Iga Jingu Shrine, an old man's old face showed solemnity, and he murmured: "It is said that every time a war breaks out in East Asia, there is always a mysterious person collecting fresh blood everywhere."

"Whether it was 100 years ago or in the 60s and [-]s of the last century, wherever there were brutal wars, there were footprints of vampires. Wherever he went, the blood in the bodies of dead bodies was drained!"

As soon as the old man of Iga Jingu said this, everyone gasped and felt terrible.

A celestial man who has been collecting blood for decades must practice secret techniques related to blood. How powerful is he now?
"I didn't expect anyone to remember this old man."

The old Poison God said to himself, with a cold look in his eyes, he opened the black gourd, and saw a puddle of viscous black liquid poured into Qiandao Lake by him.

In an instant, the original green water surface of Qiandao Lake was pitch black, and the water surface was full of dead fish and shrimps.

The gourd in the hands of the old Poison God is still pouring, it seems endless, obviously it is also a magic weapon of space.

By doing this, the manager of Qiandao Lake changed his face.

At this moment, the manager stared blankly at the extremely smelly water of Qiandao Lake, his face was pale, and his body was trembling uncontrollably!
He originally thought that renting Qiandao Lake to Lin Beichen was just for organizing a martial arts event, so he wanted to kill Lin Beichen severely.

Even Lin Beichen asked him to make a gamble, and he really went back to prepare.

But when he came, he found that Lin Beichen was like a fairy in the sky, piercing the Japanese Jingzhao priest with a sword.

And those people on the island have a terrible aura, they are not ordinary people at all.

At this moment, he regretted to the extreme, let alone 5000 million, even if it was 50 billion, he would not be willing to rent Qiandao Lake to Lin Beichen again!

"The old Poison God is really terrifying. Is this gourd the blood he has collected for 100 years? If he is an evil cultivator, I am afraid that this blood lake will completely become his dojo."

The patriarch of the Guwu family in Dongdu City's complexion changed wildly at this moment. He came to the lake to check the black lake water, and his expression suddenly changed.

"The Poison God Sect in Myanmar is a well-known sect of sorcery. In the past, the great ancestor witch of the Miao nationality led more than a dozen people in the realm of the gods, but they failed to break through. They were blocked by the old poison god with a bloody giant screen. After so many years Yes, he's stronger."

"Yeah, I didn't expect him to step into China's territory again. No one in my China's heaven and man would dare to expel him."

On Qiandao Lake, many members of the Martial Dao family just left the islands of Qiandao Lake, but they still stood on the distant mountaintop, watching silently.

At their level, their eyesight is terrible.

"Master, what does he want to do?"

Li Buhuan didn't change his face. He practiced the way of yin and yang, and he could feel that the viscous blood was full of the breath of death.

"The old Poison God practiced the way of the blood demon, using blood to enter the demon. In theory, as long as there is a steady stream of blood, his life span can be greatly extended."

Lin Beichen's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole, and he was still repairing the origin of the Tao, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Did you see it?"

Lin Beichen stood with his hands behind his back, pumped the energy in his chest, and shouted fiercely to the sky, his voice seemed to shake the eight wildernesses and five mountains.

"Who is the evil cultivator, and who is the righteous side! Changsheng Pavilion, don't you bastards like to spread rumors that I am an evil cultivator, and my father, the Longevity Swordsman, is also an evil cultivator?"

"Hahaha! Evil cultivators, evil cultivators, what are you, dare to define me, what qualifications do you have, have you killed even one real evil cultivator, if you feel that you are the right way, what will you do!"

Lin Beichen snorted coldly, facing the heroes of the world, he was cleaning up the stigma on himself and Lin Zhengnan.

There is nothing more convincing than this. You must know that Changshengge once insulted Lin Zhengnan as an evil cultivator, causing countless martial arts families to chase and intercept him, trying to capture him alive.

Lin Zhengnan suffered from the five declines of nature and man, so he chose to endure it, hid everywhere, and escaped for decades.

When it came to Lin Beichen, the Changsheng Pavilion once again spread rumors that Lin Beichen was an evil cultivator, but this time Lin Beichen slaughtered the Tiandaohui, and proved himself with blood, which shocked the world.

"Lin Beichen, do you still dare to quibble, how did you get this poisonous dragon, and the creatures it devoured, can you prove its innocence?"

The Daoist of the Changsheng Pavilion in black threatened Lin Beichen. At this moment, the symbols in his pupils finally condensed, forming a strange curse, which was printed on Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen's divine power was burning all over his body, releasing a breath of great light, but the curse seemed to be unaffected at all, and it still fell on Lin Beichen.

For a moment, Lin Beichen felt that all the spiritual power in his body had stopped, and a breath of death emanated from his body.

"You are hit by the Longevity Mantra of the Changsheng Pavilion. It is doomed to have no solution, and evil cultivators are doomed to end badly. Don't you turn back?"

The Taoist boy in white looked at all this indifferently, and said.

"Hahaha...what an evil cultivator, today I slaughtered your so-called righteous way, even if it is an evil cultivator, so what!"

There was madness in Lin Beichen's eyes. At this moment, he suddenly felt that half of the original source of life in his body had been repaired, and there was no longer the danger of falling at any time as before.

"Lin Beichen, you know, Changsheng Pavilion will not let you go, why do you still have to support it, I think they don't want much, just your father's golden coffin."

The old Poison God smiled grimly, and he continued: "My requirements are not too high. The place of your Beichen Sect's sect, the magic circle is pretty good. I want to set up a branch of the Poison God Sect here."

As soon as these words came out, all the people from the orthodox sects on the entire lakeside changed their colors in an instant.

They were angry that the Poison God Sect from Myanmar dared to come to China to set up a branch. Isn't this a slap in the face of the Chinese martial arts world?

Moreover, the Beichen Sect has a protective formation, which is the only sect in the world with a complete magic formation. If the Poison God Sect occupies it, it is likely that even the strongest of heaven and man will not be able to attack it.

"What about those who wanted to kill the evil cultivators before, stand up and kill him!"

Lin Beichen smiled indifferently. At this moment, he felt very happy, and the previous anger and dissatisfaction were released.

"It's really a bunch of turtles, they bully the weak and fear the strong!" Ye Tiangang gritted his teeth. These martial arts families usually yell and kill, but now they are kicked on the nose, how can they bear it?
(End of this chapter)