By the time Daolin and his party returned to the camp, Han Zimo was already sitting carefree on a lounge chair in the sun, looking very carefree and enviable.
Daolin walked up to him and ignored him. Daolin only thought that he was closing his eyes to rest, but in fact Han Zimo was struggling to suppress the coldness in his left hand.
The faint blue fist mark left in his palm was releasing a biting cold, which was a cold directed at his meridians. Unlike cold, this cold could not be dissipated in a short period of time by his true energy.
This made him very incomprehensible. Although his cultivation level was so different, and the power of one punch could bother him for such a long time, no matter how he used the Qi attack, he could not offset this annoying coldness.
He couldn't care about anything else now and could only resist alone in the sun.
"Old Han! What are you doing? Telling you to ignore me for a long time?" Daolin came over and patted him on the shoulder.
Han Zimo slowly opened his eyes, and Daolin was shocked to see that Han Zimo's eyes were red and bloodshot everywhere.
"Fuck! Old Han, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Daolin exclaimed.
"You...your fist...is...poisonous..." Han Zimo said with difficulty.
Daolin was startled, and then he opened Han Zimo's left hand and saw that the faint blue fist mark on his palm was slowly emitting light.
"What...what kind of technique...is...so...so vicious!" Han Zimo looked at Daolin and asked.
Daolin didn't know how to answer for a moment. "General Xuan Ming Kung" was indeed not a serious technique.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Daolin did not answer Han Zimo's question, but squatted down and asked.
"Cold...my left hand feels...cold and cold, and the meridians...blood vessels are almost...frozen..." Han Zimo said.
Daolin quickly grabbed Han Zimo's hand and felt that Han Zimo's hand was like frozen meat taken out of the refrigerator. He could only feel the biting coldness in his hand.
Holding back the shock in his heart, Daolin held his hand in Han Zimo's. He could feel that he could control the energy left in Han Zimo's body by "General Xuan Ming Gong".
"Wait a moment, I'll save you right away!" Daolin said and started to run the "General Xuan Ming Gong".
As the technique was running, the blue energy in Han Zimo's arm no longer extended, but slowly retreated toward the palm of his hand.
"Huh..." As the last bit of energy was withdrawn by Daolin, Han Zimo quickly mobilized his inner energy and directed it toward his left hand to prevent it from becoming necrotic due to the long-term cold.
After a moment, he took a deep breath and looked at Dolin with complicated eyes.
"I don't know what you went through in that cave, but I know that you are new to practicing this technique. As a friend who has never forgotten the past, I have to remind you that this technique is too vicious and you should try your best not to use it. Otherwise, I'm afraid the entire martial arts will not tolerate you." Han Zimo said sincerely.
Daolin frowned slightly. To be honest, he didn't know that the Xuanming Fist in "General Xuanming Kung" was so powerful. If he had known it, he would definitely not have used it against Han Zimo, but it was already too late.
"Don't worry, Old Han. There is no evil or evil in Kung Fu. It is never the Kung Fu that is evil, but the people who practice it. Don't worry, I will definitely not use this Kung Fu to harm martial arts." Daolin said in a deep voice. .
"I believe you, but you have to be careful. There must be a prerequisite for such a technique. You can't fall into it." Han Zimo nodded and stood up from the recliner.
Daolin naturally knew what he was talking about, and it was naturally the so-called blood-sucking. When he mentioned blood-sucking, the first thing that came to his mind was when he took the Zhaotian Poison Python to protect his body and drank the source of the Zhaotian Poison Python.
Following his thoughts, his mouth felt dry, and the desire to drink blood suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart.
Daolin was shocked. He knew that this was the inner demon born from General Xuanming Gong mentioned by Chu Tianlu, but he didn't expect that it was brought out with just a thought.
"Are you looking bad? Is there something wrong?" Han Zimo frowned and asked.
Dolin waved his hand and said nothing. He lowered his head and walked toward the camp. He turned left and right to find an unoccupied tent and got into it.
As soon as he entered the tent, Dorian threw himself to the ground and clasped his hands firmly into the ground. The skin on his body began to bulge and move, as if bugs were crawling in the skin.
This kind of pain was something he had never experienced since leaving the Lihuo Mountains, as if his body was about to be decomposed.
"Hold it! You must hold it back!" Dolin kept roaring in his heart, the veins on his neck popped out, and the muscles all over his body were tense.
The ground has been dug into deep pits one after another by him, and the desire to suck blood is getting stronger and stronger inside his body, as if he will die today if he doesn't suck blood.
"There are so many people around... No one will know if you suck one or two... Don't wrong yourself..." The new soul absorbed by Daolin suddenly spoke.
"Get out! Get out of my mind! Get out of my body!" Dorian roared in his heart.
He cannot give in, because once he gives in, his life will become the efforts of "General Xuan Ming Gong" and become the group of inhuman things under the stage of Chu Tianlu.
"Daolin! Daolin, where have you been? Everyone is waiting for you!" Qianxue's shout came from far outside the tent.
Daolin curled up in pain, and when he heard Qianxue's voice, he nervously crawled into the tent.
"It is said that the blood of a loved one is very sweet. Don't you want to try it?" the new soul spoke again.
"You have been absorbed by me. Whether you are a threat to me or not, you are nothing!!" Dolin roared in his heart.
"How painful... Just bite her throat and suck hard, and it won't be painful anymore..." The new soul continued to seduce.
Daolin crawled to the corner of the tent in pain, his body trembling in the corner. He gritted his teeth and persisted, not wanting Qianxue to see him like this.
The new soul continued to use words to induce him, which made Dolin feel extremely disgusted.
"Are you really stupid? With Xuan Ming Kung, you have forgotten the "Eternal Immortality Technique" that I worked so hard to improve for you?" Gang Bing's voice rang in his mind.
Daolin was stunned for a moment and then thought about how "The Art of Evergreen Immortality" could train the mind, which happened to be the main content of his practice at this time.
Thinking of this, Dolin forced himself to sit cross-legged on the ground.
With his five hearts in the sky, the "Evergreen Immortal Art" was running. As time went by, the voice of the new soul became smaller and smaller, his heart gradually calmed down, and his bloodthirsty desire gradually subsided.
"Huh... I owe you one more time!" Dolin thanked him in his heart.
I won't even come back.
At this moment, the curtain was opened, and Qianxue peeked in.
"What are you doing sitting here?"
