A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 295: The Beauty in the Ruined Temple
The three of them entered the ruined temple. The bloody monk Wuxiang and the old farmer did not give Lu Qingzhu any time to breathe and continued to attack her frantically.

Lv Qingzhu was beaten back little by little by the two men...

The three of them fought each other as they walked step by step into the dark corner of the ruined temple.

With one sword, Lu Qingzhu knocked away Wuxiang's heavy sword that was slashing towards her, but her steps were already a little weak and she took another half step back.

Lu Qingzhu suddenly felt her back stiffen, and her back was leaning against the wall in a corner of the dilapidated temple.

A hint of determination flashed across Lu Qingzhu's eyes.

If Ah Mo hasn't arrived by the time her true energy is exhausted, she will use the last bit of her true energy to end her life.

Just as Lu Qingzhu was thinking this, there was a sudden clanging sound at the feet of the old farmer not far from her.

It was dark in this corner, and the old farmer moved sideways, not noticing that there was a jar at the foot of the wall, and accidentally broke it with his foot...

It was not a big deal that it broke, but a black ball rolled out of the broken jar...

The old farmer's eyelids jumped, thinking that there was a weasel hiding in the jar, which was startled and jumped out...

It is said that Duan Rong hid in this jar and used his spiritual sense to detect the movements outside.

As the three of them fought and entered the ruined temple, Duan Rong began to feel nervous. Seeing the bald donkey and the old farmer in blood-stained clothes forcing Lu Qingzhu to retreat step by step towards where he was hiding, Duan Rong became even more nervous...

The three of them had already walked into a dark corner, but were still fighting, especially Wuxiang and the old farmer, who surrounded Lu Qingzhu with their figures flashing.

Duan Rong had already prepared for the worst, and as expected, what he feared came true.

The next moment, the old farmer smashed the jar with his foot.

The old farmer saw the black ball rolling out, and originally didn't intend to pay attention to it. At this moment, he only had eyes for Lu Qingzhu. Seeing that Lu Qingzhu was already at the end of his strength and was about to be in his hands, he didn't have time to pay attention to a frightened weasel...

But at the moment when the black ball rolled out, there was a sudden crackling sound, and almost at the same time, the black ball suddenly exploded.

At the moment when the black ball exploded, a shadow of a knife came towards him!
Duan Rong knew very well that he had been exposed once the jar was broken by the old farmer.

Originally, when they were still outside the temple, Duan Rong had already used his spiritual sense to investigate and saw it very clearly.

Before, Lu Qingzhu had been beating the bald man in the blood-stained clothes. Later, after the old farmer joined in, the situation began to reverse. The two of them joined forces and forced Lu Qingzhu into this dilapidated temple.

Now that he was exposed, his only choice was to join forces with Lu Qingzhu to kill the two men in front of him. Only in this way would he have a chance to survive.

Duan Rong's strategy was very simple. He just had to stop the old farmer. He believed that Lu Qingzhu could still defeat that bald man!
Duan Rong's knife strike came without warning. When the knife flashed, the old farmer subconsciously stepped back to dodge.

However, Duan Rong had reached the state of great perfection, while the old farmer was only at the level of subtlety. Moreover, Duan Rong took the initiative, so how could he escape?
But even so, the moment the knife flashed, the blood threads floating and wriggling around the old farmer's body seemed to be alive. They gathered and bulged in an instant, blocking the fatal knife for the old farmer.

Duan Rong's knife was blocked, so he leaped up and got close to the old farmer. The knife flashed, and he slashed at the old farmer again at a tricky angle.

Duan Rong's sudden and strange appearance made Lu Qingzhu and the blood monk Wuxiang stunned.

Unlike the old farmer, they also saw a black thing rolling out of the jar.

They only heard a clanging sound, and the next moment, Duan Rong and the old farmer started fighting.

Duan Rong saw that Lu Qingzhu was still in a daze, and suddenly shouted: "Why are you still in a daze? Hurry up and kill that bald donkey!"

After Duan Rong slashed a few times with his sword, he felt a chill in his heart!
This old farmer's blood-stained magic skill is obviously much more profound than that of the fortune teller.

He swung his sword with all his strength, but the blood threads that gathered and squirmed like living things were able to offset all his strength.

Lu Qingzhu reacted immediately after Duan Rong's roar, thrusting his sword forward and stabbing at Wuxiang...

Duan Rong stopped the old farmer. Lu Qingzhu was no longer attacked from both sides. He immediately used his full state to kill the Blood Monk Wuxiang.

Lu Qingzhu knew that this was a fight of life and death!

Wu Xiangli's cracked lips had long lost all color, and his expression began to become listless. He clearly felt that there was not much "blood" left in his body.

However, Lu Qingzhu was full of energy. Every time he activated the Divine Art of Blood to block Lu Qingzhu's killing moves, he consumed a lot of energy.

All of Duan Rong's attacks were blocked by the Divine Blood Art, and the old farmer finally felt relieved.

Duan Rong's appearance was too weird and terrifying.

The old farmer usually lived in a mountain village and seldom moved around in the martial arts world. He didn't know much about the affairs of the martial arts world. He had never known that there was such a strange art as bone shrinking in this world.

Therefore, when Duan Rong first exploded from the black meat ball, the old farmer retreated instantly, because at that time, he had no idea about Duan Rong's martial arts level and was frightened by the way Duan Rong appeared.

But at this moment, seeing that the Dirty Blood Magic could block all of Duan Rong's attacks, he had calmed down.

After calming down, the old farmer quickly discovered that Duan Rong's realm was higher than the subtle realm, but weaker than the true qi realm. He was obviously a warrior who had achieved the great perfection of the inner breath realm.

Although Duan Rong was in front of the old farmer and the shadow of his knife flashed, the old farmer was no longer looking at him. Instead, he raised his eyes to look behind Duan Rong, at Lu Qingzhu and the Blood Monk Wuxiang.

Lu Qingzhu was seen, the shadow of the sword flashing, and the blood threads floating and wriggling around the Blood Monk Wuxiang were like sand paintings, constantly gathering and dispersing, gathering and dispersing, and taking Lu Qingzhu's killing moves one after another.

Wuxiang's invincible Sumeru sword technique was no match for Lu Qingzhu. If it weren't for the protection of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, Wuxiang would have fallen down long ago.

The old farmer's heart trembled. If Wuxiang fell, he would be the next to die! At this time, with the protection of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, he could treat Duan Rong's attack as nothing.

At this moment, blood vessels floated and squirmed all over the old farmer's body. He suddenly ignored Duan Rong's attack and walked towards Lu Qingzhu.

He actually wanted to ignore Duan Rong and team up with the Blood Monk Wuxiang again to attack Lu Qingzhu.

As soon as the old farmer moved, Duan Rong realized his intention.

Duan Rong gritted his teeth and the knife moved faster, but the floating and wriggling blood threads around the old farmer's body followed him like a shadow, gathering and dispersing, rising and falling, and completely blocked his attacks.

Duan Rong suddenly jumped up, and the shadow of the plum blossom at his hand suddenly bloomed. Three scimitars shot out and scattered towards the old farmer in front of him!

Three flying knives are so close!
The blood threads floating and wriggling around the old farmer's body suddenly gathered and bulged in three places: his chest, abdomen, and shoulders. In an instant, the three flying knives were silently deflected away.

Duan Rong's eyes tightened, and he chopped at the old farmer again, but the blow, which was fully exerted by his state of mind, was still blocked by the sudden bulge of blood.

Under Duan Rong's series of intensive attacks, the old farmer had already walked behind Lu Qingzhu.

Lu Qingzhu and the Blood Monk Wuxiang both noticed the changes behind them.

Lu Qingzhu had reduced his offensive and began to distract himself, paying attention to what was behind him.

Just as Lu Qingzhu's sword flashed and slashed towards Wuxiang, the old farmer seized the opportunity, suddenly gripped the axe, and chopped at Lu Qingzhu's back.

But at the moment when the old farmer stretched out his axe, Duan Rong leaped up, and with a flash of Minghong Knife, he chopped horizontally at the axe that the old farmer had stretched out.

There was a clang sound, and the old farmer's palm holding the knife was numbed by the shock. If his hand had not been wriggling with dense blood threads, his weapon would have slipped out of his hand and flew backwards!

Although the Dirty Blood Magic is miraculous, it cannot improve the level of martial arts!

After all, the old farmer was only at the level of detail, while Duan Rong had already achieved the highest level of perfection.

Duan Rong succeeded in his attack, and Lu Qingzhu and the Blood Monk Wuxiang saw it. Lu Qingzhu's heart moved, and his attack became fierce again.

Wuxiang's listless eyes, as Lu Qingzhu suddenly stood up again, already revealed a hint of death.

Although the old farmer had the Divine Blood Art to protect him and could ignore Duan Rong's attacks, with Duan Rong raiding the formation, he could no longer harass Lu Qingzhu.

Even if he stood there at this moment, he would just be a bloody decoration.

The old farmer stood there, watching Wuxiang gradually weaken, and he felt extremely anxious, but Duan Rong's knife was still flashing around him, and he really had no idea what to do.

He joined the sect as a farmer. If the Filthy Blood Sect had not been lacking in its early years, he would not have been recruited. Although he had achieved some success in the Filthy Blood Divine Art, his other methods were few and far between.

Just when the old farmer was feeling anxious and helpless, Lu Qingzhu slashed at Wuxiang's throat again with his sword. Blood gathered and bulged, but the bulging blood collapsed as soon as it came into contact with Lu Qingzhu's resolute sword edge.

The "blood" in Wuxiang's body used to activate the Divine Art of Filthy Blood has been exhausted at this moment.

Wuxiang's eyes were bleak, and in the depths of Lu Qingzhu's eyes, there seemed to be a solitary plum blossom hidden. With a decisive sword, he chopped off Wuxiang's head!
Wuxiang's bald head flew up, but not a single blood splashed, because the blood in his body had dried up.

Countless dense blood threads poked out from where Wuxiang's neck was cut, wriggling like maggots...

The old farmer didn't expect that Wuxiang would be killed by Lu Qingzhu so quickly.

At this moment, he already regretted very much. He had listened to Wuxiang's instigation, and let his lust get the better of him, so he ran to wade into this muddy water.

If Wuxiang dies, how can he survive when he is alone against two people?
Sure enough, as soon as Wuxiang was beheaded, Lu Qingzhu drew his sword and together with Duan Rong, attacked the old farmer from the front and the back.

The old farmer was extremely embarrassed at this time. Although he held the axe in his hand, he didn't dare to attack at all. The realm of both men was higher than his. Once they attacked and the weapons touched, his axe would fall out of his hand immediately.

Although Lv Qingzhu joined the battle, the shadow of the Minghong Knife in Duan Rong's hand was even more fierce. He had just used his spiritual sense to explore Lv Qingzhu's Dantian, and Lv Qingzhu's true energy was almost gone.

The old farmer's Divine Blood Skill had been used up a lot to sustain him until now. Now under the repeated attacks of Lu Qingzhu and Duan Rong, after a few breaths, the old farmer's lips had turned completely bloodless.

Lu Qingzhu slashed out with the sword, his full state of mind was revealed, he was as lonely as a plum blossom, the raised blood vessels instantly dissipated, but the sword's force did not decrease, and he cut off the old farmer's head with one sword.

At the moment when Lu Qingzhu swung his sword, Duan Rong also slashed at the old farmer's chest with his knife.

Lu Qingzhu succeeded with his sword strike. The moment the old farmer's head flew off, the blood threads floating and wriggling around his body suddenly seemed to have lost their soul and no longer gathered together. Before Duan Rong knew it, he slashed the old farmer's chest with a knife.

In order to wear down the old farmer, Duan Rong used all his strength and infused his internal energy into this strike, hitting the old farmer solidly in the chest.

Where the knife fell, a puff of white smoke suddenly rose up...

That was the strong aphrodisiac in the old farmer's inner pocket. Duan Rong's internal energy-infused knife smashed it directly and it burst out...

The mountain wind blew in from the temple gate, blowing white smoke onto Lu Qingzhu and Duan Rong’s faces…

The incident happened so hastily that neither of them noticed, and the mountain wind, wrapped in white smoke, blew on their faces...

When Lu Qingzhu wanted to hold her breath, it was too late. The powder had already rushed into her mouth and nose...

Originally, no matter how strong the poison was, it would not be a problem for Lu Qingzhu who was in the True Qi realm. She only needed to circulate her True Qi to force the poison out of her body.

But at this moment, the true energy in her dantian was almost exhausted, and she couldn't use her energy to force out the poison!

The strong aphrodisiac penetrated into her heart after a few breaths!

Lu Qingzhu's face flushed, his whole body felt weak, and waves of hot air surged out of his body...

She looked at Duan Rong not far away with a dazed look in her eyes, and made intermittent, light "hmm" sounds from her throat...

Lu Qingzhu walked towards Duan Rong step by step, and began to unbutton her clothes...

Duan Rong still had a trace of clarity in his mind. He knew that he and Lu Qingzhu had been poisoned.

"It's okay, I have medicine... I have medicine..."

Duan Rong stared at Lu Qingzhu as he trembled as he took out a porcelain bottle.

That was the emergency medicine left by Shen Ping.

But at this moment, Lu Qingzhu had already taken off his clothes...

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly widened, and his hand holding the porcelain bottle stopped there.

"Duan Rong, no! You can't do this! She's still a child... Stop it!..."

Duan Rong's heart was shocked and he was about to open the stopper of the porcelain bottle, but Lu Qingzhu suddenly untied her chest wrap.

Duan Rong's nose bleed immediately.

"it is good……"

"so big……"

With a clang, the porcelain bottle in his hand fell to the ground...

At this time, the naked Lu Qingzhu had already walked over and threw herself at Duan Rong with a blushing face...

In a ruined temple in the wilderness, with three corpses lying beside them, the two of them were entangled in this way...

After a while, Duan Rong picked up Lu Qingzhu and rolled into the straw pile in the corner...

Lu Qingzhu closed his eyes tightly, and Duan Rong's eyes were also blurry. Both of them were drugged and in a trance...

Perhaps it was because the drug had taken effect. When it was at its strongest, Duan Rong felt his brain go blank. At this moment, countless blood threads wriggled out of his pores like leeches...

The blood threads crawled all over Duan Rong's body, and then spread like weeds. After a few breaths, even Lu Qingzhu's body was covered with blood threads...

Duan Rong's brain was in a state of blankness due to the effects of the drugs, but the second level of the Divine Blood Art in his body was still functioning.

Lü Qingzhu is a virgin. Duan Rong is a virgin.

Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang!
Golden wind and jade dew meet!
Most of the people who joined the Filthy Blood Cult were no longer virgins, so their cultivation speed was very slow.

Because the Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang are in interaction, they are the most nourishing tonic for the Divine Power of Filthy Blood!
It is far better than the effect of blood training when one only has the yin of a virgin but not the yang of a virgin!

But even if there are people like Lu Qingzhu and Duan Rong, whose Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang are in conflict, they are still practitioners whose level of the Filthy Blood Divine Art is too low, unlike Duan Rong who directly attained the second level of the Filthy Blood Divine Art by devouring the spirit of the weapon.

Because the level of his Filthy Blood Divine Art was too low, even though his Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang were in turmoil, a large amount of nourishing substances were wasted because they could not be absorbed.

Like Duan Rong, his Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang were stimulated, and because he had already reached the second level of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, he was able to absorb all the nourishing substances that were stimulated. This was the first time such a situation had occurred since the birth of the Filthy Blood Divine Art.

Because in order to absorb all the nourishing substances that are stimulated by the interaction of Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang, one must practice the Divine Art of Filthy Blood to a certain level. And in order to practice the Divine Art of Filthy Blood to a certain level, it is impossible to have a virgin Yuan Yang body.

This is an irreconcilable contradiction.

(End of this chapter)