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

Chapter 296 Achievement of the Second Level

The straw pile in the corner of the dilapidated temple has become quiet...

After the lovemaking, both of them were covered in sweat...

There was a straw sticking to the corner of Duan Rong's mouth, and dense blood was floating and wriggling around him...

These blood threads have faded from Lu Qingzhu's body, and only float around him...

The nourishing effect of the yin and yang made the blood threads, like leeches full of blood, dripping with blood, wriggling around Duan Rong's body...

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly woke up.

The blood threads floating and wriggling around his body absorbed all the nourishing substances stirred by the Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang.

Duan Rong also took this opportunity to directly achieve the second level of the Divine Blood Art.

This is not just the realm of the second level, but the real second level skill.

Just when the two of them were making love, the Divine Art of Filthy Blood was already operating, absorbing the nourishing substances from the interaction of Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang, completing Duan Rong's "blood training" throughout his body.

After completing this blood training, Duan Rong's lifespan increased by fifteen years.

Just as the Divine Blood Art was completing its blood training, the remaining aphrodisiac in Duan Rong's body was refined as the impurities were expelled through the blood training.

Therefore, after completing the blood training, Duan Rong's drug effects dissipated and he suddenly woke up.

The moment Duan Rong woke up, he released his spiritual consciousness with a thought.

After some investigation, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately there was no one around.

Duan Rong then looked at the blood threads floating and wriggling in front of him. He could even faintly sense that these blood threads had become fatter due to fullness, and at this moment they seemed to have a faint sense of pleasure.

Duan Rong urged his mind, and the blood threads floating and wriggling around his body retreated back into his body through his pores.

As soon as Duan Rong sensed it, he knew that his Divine Blood Art had already achieved the second level.

Duan Rong was a little annoyed. He didn't expect that not only did he fail to get rid of the hidden danger lurking in his sea of consciousness, but he also allowed it to seize the opportunity and grow.

Duan Rong cleared the blood from his body and then looked at Lu Qingzhu beside him.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Lv Qingzhu's face and body. The blush on her face had faded, and a few straw stalks were stuck on her fair body...

Duan Rong reached out his hand, carefully picked up the straw stalks and threw them away.

Duan Rong stared at Lu Qingzhu's face, his eyes full of tenderness.

He has been a virgin for two lifetimes, and this is his first woman.

"Qingzhu..." Duan Rong murmured her name, a strange feeling rising in his heart. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her forehead lightly.

At this time, a mountain breeze blew, and the sweaty Lv Qingzhu shivered. Duan Rong's eyes moved, and he immediately picked up his clothes on the ground next to him and gently covered Lv Qingzhu's body with them...

He sat beside Lu Qingzhu and gently stroked Lu Qingzhu's lips with his fingers. At this moment, his heart was filled with a kind of love and compassion...

Lu Qingzhu closed her eyes, as if she felt Duan Rong's gentle touch, and her arms once again wrapped around Duan Rong like a snake.

Duan Rong dodged immediately. The aphrodisiac remaining on his body had been refined by the blood training of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, but Lu Qingzhu had not. The remaining medicinal properties of the strong aphrodisiac were still stimulating her...

However, this deserted temple is surrounded by dangers. This is really not the right time...

Duan Rong stood up and picked up the porcelain bottle he had dropped not far away.

Duan Rong sat back next to Lu Qingzhu again, poured out a pill, and gently fed it into Lu Qingzhu's mouth.

But Lu Qingzhu was unconscious. She just held the medicine in her mouth but did not swallow it.

Duan Rong looked at Lu Qingzhu, his eyes hesitated for a moment, he leaned over, kissed Lu Qingzhu lightly on the mouth, and slowly extended his tongue...

Duan Rong let go of Lu Qingzhu only after he felt that she had swallowed the pill.

He wiped the saliva from the corner of Lu Qingzhu's mouth and looked at her in a daze.

At this moment, Lv Qingzhu was lying on her side, like a sleeping child, with the sunlight from the collapsed corner of the ruined temple shining softly on her face...

Duan Rong stared at her, his eyes as clear as water. He really hoped that time would stay at this moment forever...

But at this moment, Lu Qingzhu's eyelashes moved, and Duan Rong's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Lu Qingzhu was about to wake up.

At this moment, he was somewhat resentful. How could Shen Ping's medicine be so effective? How long after taking it, Lu Qingzhu woke up?

Duan Rong immediately pretended to be unconscious and lay down with his legs curled up not far from Lu Qingzhu.

Lu Qingzhu woke up slowly. Her clear eyes were confused for a moment, and then she jumped up in an instant. The clothes that Duan Rong had put on her fell off...

She immediately remembered what happened. Although she was intoxicated by drugs, the feeling of the fierce collision was still imprinted in her mind. Even at this moment, the smell of Duan Rong still remained on her body...

Lu Qingzhu's tears burst out instantly.

She quickly put on her clothes, picked up the sword on the ground, and walked to Duan Rong.

Duan Rong was lying naked on his side on a pile of straw with his legs curled up. Lu Qingzhu's eyes jumped when he saw the porcelain bottle next to Duan Rong's hand.

Lu Qingzhu could feel that something was nourishing her dantian bit by bit. The dull pain in her dantian caused by the depletion of true energy was being neutralized by a touch of coolness.

Lu Qingzhu touched her mouth. In her vague memory, Duan Rong seemed to have given her something to eat.

Although she didn't know what it was, there was no doubt that it was extremely good for her body.

Lu Qingzhu said coldly: "Get up! Stop pretending!"

Lu Qingzhu raised the tip of his sword, and Duan Rong's clothes were draped over his body.

Duan Rong sighed lightly, took his clothes and sat up.

When their eyes met, Lu Qingzhu's face was as cold as ice!
The moment Duan Rong sat up, the sword in her hand was already pointing at Duan Rong's throat.

Duan Rong could vaguely feel the coolness of the sword tip at his throat, but no matter how cold the sword was, it was not as cold as Lu Qingzhu's eyes at that moment.

Duan Rong stared at Lu Qingzhu blankly, without any fear at all.

Lu Qingzhu looked at Duan Rong and angrily asked, "Do you think I won't kill you?"

Duan Rong's eyes were calm as he said, "My life will belong to you for the rest of my life. If you want to take it, just take it."

Lu Qingzhu pursed her lips, the sword in her hand trembled, and she was obviously experiencing a fierce struggle in her heart.

She had lost her virginity in this dilapidated temple in the wilderness. She would kill anyone who even looked at her, let alone touched her.

From the moment she woke up, she had decided to kill Duan Rong no matter what. But now, looking at Duan Rong's face, she couldn't stab him with her sword.

If Duan Rong said it was an accident, or knelt down and begged for mercy, she would kill him. She knew that Duan Rong was not to blame, but she could only forget it if she killed him. Because, as long as she remembered that the person who touched her was still alive, she felt ashamed.

But Duan Rong said lightly, "If you want it, just take it." These light words seemed to have some magical power that penetrated her heart.

She couldn't stab anymore with her sword!

Lu Qingzhu's lips trembled as he said, "Duan Rong, from now on, I never want to see you again! Let's stop today! The day we meet again will be the day I kill you!"

After Lu Qingzhu finished speaking, he sheathed his sword and turned to leave the temple.

Duan Rong held the clothes, looked at Lu Qingzhu's back, and murmured: "...The day we meet again is the day you kill me?...Does that mean we will never meet again?"

Duan Rong's eyes flickered with some kind of pain. Lu Qingzhu's back had already disappeared at the temple gate, but he still looked at the temple gate...

Duan Rong was stunned for a while, and seemed to suddenly realize that Lu Qingzhu had left. He looked at the three corpses in the ruined temple, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he quickly put on his clothes...

A Mo was standing beside the official road, looking at the huge figure standing there in the dust.

In terms of their stature, Ah Mo was half a head taller than Fan Hanzhou, but Fan Hanzhou was more muscular and stocky than Ah Mo.

Fan Hanzhou looked at Ah Mo, who was like a mountain of flesh, and sneered in disdain: "You can be considered a woman? You are simply a monster."

Although Fan Hanzhou is tall and mighty, he prefers petite women.

Ah Mo frowned. She had already seen several figures on the treetops of the dense forest behind Fan Hanzhou, flying in all directions as fast as ghosts...

A Mo's mind was as fast as lightning. This ambush seemed to be well prepared, just like the man standing in front of her, who was obviously a skilled fighter like her.

A Mo doesn't think this is a coincidence!
"So, what about the lady?"

Ah Mo immediately understood that she had to get rid of the man in front of her as soon as possible and find the young lady, because in this situation, the young lady might be in danger.

Fan Hanzhou looked at him with a sneer, but A-Mo just looked at the treetops behind him and ignored his words.

Fan Hanzhou naturally knew who were the people moving in the dense forest behind him, and Amo looked at the movements of those figures with a serious expression.

Fan Hanzhou said angrily: "You can't even protect yourself? And you're still worrying about other people's affairs!"

As Fan Hanzhou spoke, he clenched his fist like a bowl, took two big steps, and suddenly leaped up, punching towards Amo with a big punch.

Fan Hanzhou's huge figure caused the ground to shake like an earthquake.

Ah Mo's eyes were fixed, like a deep abyss and a mountain, and he remained motionless. He waited until Fan Hanzhou got close to him, then he suddenly turned his body to the side, formed a palm with one hand, and slapped the palm on the tip of Fan Hanzhou's fist, then he pushed and pulled, and threw Fan Hanzhou out.

Fan Hanzhou's body became disordered, and Ah Mo immediately leaped forward to attack. His fists were as big as buckets and as dense as rain, flashing around Fan Hanzhou. Every time a fist landed, there was a sound of clanging metal and stone.

There was a burst of fist shadows and clanging sounds, like a bunch of blunt objects colliding.

Fan Hanzhou hurriedly connected fist to fist, but only caught 70% of the punches, and the remaining 30% fell around his body.

Finally, A Mo punched Fan Hanzhou in the chest with a heavy punch, sending him flying backwards.

Fan Hanzhou's mountain-like figure knocked over a large pine tree and broke it. He fell to the ground in a cloud of dust, creating a large hole in the field beside the official road.

Fan Hanzhou clapped his hands, jumped up, and looked at Amo not far away with fear in his eyes.

As soon as the two men met, they exchanged more than twenty punches. At this time, they were both sweating and gasping for breath.

In the end, A Mo found Fan Hanzhou's weakness and knocked him out with one punch.

A'mo's hands couldn't stop shaking, and his eyes were fixed on Fan Hanzhou.

Fan Hanzhou's condition was even worse at this time. His fist was already bloody and the white bones on the fist were completely exposed. It was as smooth as white marble without even a strand of flesh on it. The entire flesh on the fist had been worn away.

There was also a large dent in his chest, and he choked on a mouthful of blood, which clearly contained flesh particles.

Fan Hanzhou stared at Amo's fists. He didn't look carefully before, but now he could see that Amo's fists were faintly shining with a bronze metallic color.

The Zhelong Gong he practiced was also a horizontal martial art, and he knew very well what that meant.

At this moment, his contempt for Amo had disappeared, leaving only fear in his eyes.

As soon as Fan Hanzhou's mind moved, dense blood vessels appeared on his fists and chest, and began to wriggle and intertwine. In less than a breath, Fan Hanzhou's fists had returned to normal.

A Mo looked at the bloodstains wriggling on Fan Hanzhou's fist, and the solemnity in his eyes became even more intense.

"Filthy blood demon?"

A Mo felt that the person in front of him was quite prickly.

Fan Hanzhou's level of martial arts is naturally not as good as A'mo's, but it is not weak either, coupled with his healing method of the Divine Blood Art.

He can just fight with A-Mo and see who will be the last one to collapse and fail.

A Mo felt a little anxious. If she continued to waste time like this, how would she be able to find Lu Qingzhu?

Since childhood, Amo has been instilled with the idea that Lu Qingzhu's safety is more important than her own life.

Fan Hanzhou looked at Amo and felt bitter in his heart. How could there be a martial artist of such a high level in such a remote and secluded place?
If it wasn't for the next level of the Divine Blood Art, he would have wanted to escape underground right now!

A Mo's heart suddenly moved, and his eyes were fixed on Fan Hanzhou's head.

The young lady often talked to her about Taiyi Sect and the Dirty Blood Divine Art. She remembered one thing: the blood from the Dirty Blood Divine Art could not penetrate into a person's brain.

Even if an arm is cut off, as long as the power is sufficient, it can be regenerated immediately, but if the head is lost, the person will still die!
"Head!?"

A Mo's eyes fixed on Fan Hanzhou's square face.

Ah Mo leapt up and punched Fan Hanzhou again.

Fan Hanzhou didn't dare to take the attack head on, he immediately dodged sideways. He had already thought of a strategy, he just had to hold Ah Mo back, wait for Blood Monk Wuxiang and Ge Qingchuan to deal with their opponents, and then come to support him in attacking Ah Mo. He alone could not kill Ah Mo.

He was almost certain that the person in front of him was definitely the strongest opponent in the entire venue!

But Fan Hanzhou still underestimated Amo. Not only was he not as strong as Amo, but his speed and body shape were also not as good as Amo.

As soon as he turned sideways, A-Mo's fist flashed and hit him in the waist.

Fan Hanzhou had no choice but to attack as defense and punched Amo in the chest. Amo punched back to protect himself, and the two fists collided in an instant.

The clanging sounds of metal and stone rang out in quick succession!
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Fan Hanzhou's forehead, and his fists, as big as fists, turned into white bones after a few breaths.

A Mo beat Fan Hanzhou so hard that his breathing became disordered, but suddenly he jumped up and ran behind Fan Hanzhou. A Mo's eyes were fierce, and the moment he dodged, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Fan Hanzhou on the butt.

In order to deal with Amo's fist, Fan Hanzhou's breathing was already disordered. At this moment, Amo suddenly kicked him on the butt, and his mountain-like figure suddenly flew sideways.

Fan Hanzhou was in mid-air, his body unbalanced. A Mo patted his shoulder, causing his head and shoulders to tilt slightly downward in mid-air, and then suddenly punched him on the top of his head!
Fan Hanzhou was knocked away for a distance. A'mo flashed and pressed his shoulder again, then punched him on the top of his head.

The most amazing thing about A-Mo is not her horizontal training, nor her strength and speed, but her precise control of strength and the human body.

At this time, Fan Hanzhou's mountain-like body was controlled by her in mid-air, and she punched him on the head one after another.

When Ah Mo threw the second punch, Fan Hanzhou's eyes went dark. Ah Mo's heavy punch hit him on the top of his head. He couldn't bear the shock alone.

Fan Hanzhou was in mid-air, holding his head with both hands, but Amo ignored him and continued to punch him on the top of his head. The concussive force was still impacting his brain.

He wanted to change his body shape in the air, but A-Mo patted his shoulder, and the bones in his body collided with each other like levers, and he strangely returned to his original position.

A Mo punched Fan Hanzhou ten times in a row, and his scalp was covered in blood. The repeated shocks had made him lose consciousness and incontinent.

Although his skull, which was formed through practicing the Zhelong skill, was covered in white bones and blood, it was able to withstand ten punches from Ah Mo and remained intact.

The skull was obviously harder than the fist. After ten punches, Amo's right fist was already cracked with blood.

A Mo finished the fight in one breath and took a deep breath. At this moment, Fan Hanzhou held his head with both hands, rolled on the ground, and fell to the ground.

Fan Hanzhou's consciousness was blurry, but the desire to survive was his instinct. As soon as he touched the ground, he immediately used the Sleeping Dragon Technique to drill into the ground.

At this moment, he was so terrified of Amo that he thought he was a ghost. How could he have any desire to fight?

But the moment he had just drilled into the ground, Ah Mo suddenly jumped down, and her two big feet pierced into the ground like knives, reaching up to the middle of her calves. She bent down and reached out her hand, grabbing Fan Hanzhou underground.

A Mo's big hand, like an iron pair of pliers grabbing a ladle, grabbed Fan Hanzhou's head and pulled it out of the ground.

Ah Mo attacked with great ferocity, punching Fan Hanzhou on the crown of his head one after another.

A Mo's face was covered in blood, and the muscles on his face were trembling, looking as ferocious as a ghost.

The cracks on Fan Hanzhou's skull were as dense as a spider web, and white fluid was oozing out.

His brain had been smashed into a pulp by Ah Mo, and he was already dead beyond death...

(End of this chapter)