By the time Daolin and his party returned to the camp, Han Zimo was already sitting on a recliner under the sun with a big grin, and his leisurely appearance was quite enviable.

Dao Lin walked to his side and didn't care, Dao Lin only felt that he was closing his eyes to recuperate, but in fact, Han Zimo was struggling to suppress the coldness of his left hand.

The faint blue fist mark left in his palm was releasing a biting cold, it was cold against his meridians, different from cold, this cold was something that he couldn't dissipate for a long time.

This made him very incomprehensible, obviously the realm cultivation was so bad, and it was the power of a punch, it could bother him for so long, no matter how he used the True Qi impact, it couldn't offset this annoying cold.

He couldn't care about anything else now, so he could only resist alone in the sun.

"Old Han! What are you doing? Tell you to ignore me for a long time? Dowling walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

Han Zimo slowly opened his eyes, and Dao Lin was startled, only to see that Han Zimo's eyes were red, and his eyes were bloodshot everywhere.

"! Old Han, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me! Dowling exclaimed.

"You... Your fist... Yes... Poisonous..."Han Zimo said with difficulty.

Dao Lin was stunned for a moment, and then opened Han Zimo's left hand, only to see that the faint blue fist mark on his palm was slowly emitting light.

"It's... What... What exercises... Unexpectedly... Unexpectedly... So vicious! Han Zimo looked at Daolin and asked.

Dao Lin didn't know how to answer for a while, "General Xuanming Gong" is indeed not a decent exercise.

"Are you feeling sick?" Dowling didn't answer Han Zimo's question, but squatted down and asked.

"Cold... Left hand feels... Cold and cold, meridians... The blood vessels are fast... It's about to freeze..."Han Zimo said.

Dowling hurriedly grabbed Han Zimo's hand, only to feel that Han Zimo's hand was like frozen meat taken out of the refrigerator, and he could only feel the biting coldness in his hand.

Holding back the shock in his heart, Dao Lin held his hand in Han Zimo's palm, and he could feel that he could control the energy that the "General Chen Xuan Ming Gong" left in Han Zimo's body.

"Wait a minute, I'll save you right away!" Dowling said that he began to run "General Xuanming Gong".

As the exercises worked, the dark blue energy in Han Zimo's arm no longer extended, but slowly retreated towards the palm of his hand.

"Hu ......" As the last trace of energy was withdrawn by Dao Lin, Han Zimo hurriedly adjusted the collective inner true qi to input to his left hand, so as to prevent his left hand from dying due to the long-term cold.

After a moment, he let out a long breath and looked at Dowling with a complicated gaze.

"I don't know what you experienced in that cave, but I know that you are new to this exercise, as a New Year's friend, I have to remind you that this exercise is too vicious, you can not use it as much as possible, otherwise I am afraid that the entire martial arts will not allow you." Han Zimo said sincerely.

Dao Lin frowned slightly, to be honest, he didn't know that the Xuan Ming Fist in "General Xuan Ming Gong" was so big and powerful, if he knew, he would definitely not use it on Han Zimo, but at this time it was already too late.

"Don't worry, Lao Han, there is no evil or not evil in the exercises, and it is never the exercises that are vicious, but the people who practice the exercises, you can rest assured, I will definitely not use this exercises as a disaster for the martial arts." Dowling said in a deep voice.

"I believe you, but you also have to be careful, there must be a precondition for such exercises, and you can't fall into it." Han Zimo nodded and stood up from the recliner.

Dowling naturally knew what the preposition he was talking about was, it was naturally the so-called blood sucking, and the first thing he thought of when he mentioned blood sucking was when he drank the origin of the Zhaotian Poison Death Python when he took the Zhaotian Poison Death Python to protect his body.

As he thought about it, he only felt a dryness in his mouth, and the desire to drink blood suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Dao Lin was shocked in his heart, he knew that this was the heart demon born from the Xuan Xuan Gong that Chu Tianlu said, but he didn't expect it to be hooked out with just a thought.

"You don't look good, huh? Is something wrong? Han Zimo asked with a frown.

Dowling waved his hand, said nothing, lowered his head and walked towards the camp, turned left and right, found an unmanned tent and got in.

As soon as he entered the tent, Dowling fell directly to the ground, his hands were clasped into the ground, and the skin on the surface of his body began to bulge and move, as if insects were crawling in the skin.

It was a pain he hadn't experienced since he left the Fire Mountains, as if his body was about to be disintegrated.

"Hold back! Be sure to hold back! Dowling kept roaring in his heart, the green tendons on his neck bulging, and the muscles of his whole body tensed.

The ground has been scratched out of one deep pit after another by him, and the desire to suck blood is getting stronger and stronger from inside his body, as if he will die today if he doesn't suck blood.

"There are so many people around... Suck one or two and no one will know at all ... Don't grieve yourself..."The newborn soul absorbed by Dowling suddenly spoke.

"Get out! Get out of my head! Get out of my body! Dowling roared inwardly.

He can't give in, because once he gives in, this life will become the effort of "General Xuanming Gong", and become the group of inhuman things under the stage of Chutian Road.

"Dowling! Dowling where have you been? Everyone is waiting for you! Outside the tent, Qianxue's shouts could be heard in the distance.

Dowling curled up in pain, and when he heard Qianxue's voice, he nervously crawled into the tent.

"It is said that the blood of your beloved is very sweet, don't you want to taste it?" The newborn soul spoke again.

"You've been absorbed by me, you're not a threat to me, you're nothing!!" Dowling roared in his heart.

"What a pain... Just bite her throat and suck hard, and the pain will be no more...", the newborn soul continued to tempt.

Dowling crawled to the corner of the tent in pain, he couldn't stop trembling in the corner where his body was, he was gritting his teeth and insisting, he didn't want to be seen by Qianxue like this.

The newborn soul continued to lure him with words, and Dowling only felt extremely disgusted by this.

"You are really stupid, what kind of Xuanming Gong you have, and you forgot the "Evergreen Immortal Technique" that I worked so hard to improve for you?" The sound of the steel hammer rang in my head.

Dao Lin was stunned for a moment, and remembered that the "Evergreen Immortal Technique" could practice the mind, and it just so happened that training the mind was also the main content of his cultivation at this time.

Thinking of this, Dowling sat cross-legged on the ground.

With the passage of time, the voice of the new soul became smaller and smaller, his heart gradually calmed down, and his desire for bloodthirsty gradually subsided.

"Whew...... I owe you another hammer! Dowling thanked him in his heart.

The steel hammer is not returned.

At this moment, the curtain was opened, and Qianxue looked in.

"What are you doing sitting here?"