Chapter 525 (2/2)

The lost face near the magic pillar of the Dead Sea presents a dark sense of defeat.

This is radiation! Chu Lin was shocked.

Then, a smile appeared on his face, while running ”the formula of death”, he strode towards the pillar of the dead sea.

Chu Lin's pace is too fast, and easily over those hundreds of meters of disciples, the pace still did not stop, his Jiang Hudong immediately surprised everyone, people are open eyes, looking at Chu Lin in front.

”Chu Lin, don't get too close. The magic pillar of the dead sea will destroy the vitality of the human body!”

”Thank you for your kindness

Chu Lin did not return to the road, the pace is not a trace of pause, since the death of the gas is known to be a kind of radiation, that is not surprising, if long-term immersion in it, human cells will indeed continue to necrosis, and even canceration.

But for Chu Lin, this is not a problem!

The disciples of wumie palace all opened their eyes and watched Chu Lin's steps without stopping. They all clenched their lips and clenched their fists. For the spirit of death, they knew how dangerous and terrifying it was...

sand sand -

near the magic pillar of the Dead Sea, only Chu Lin's footstep sounds gently, and people's hearts beat with the sound of the footsteps Get up.

Just when the platform was silent, an old man in gray came gently with a broom handle. He raised his head, his gray eyes and looked at the direction of Chu Lin's steps. Then, his wrinkled face raised a color of surprise.

The sound of footsteps was heard in a quiet square, and the straight and straight body walked steadily. Under the eyes of the people, they gradually approached the Dead Sea magic column.”This Chu Lin...”

people frown when they get married. It's not that they don't walk forward. The closer they get to the magic pillar of the dead sea, the more death spirit they can absorb, and the more help they can get to practice the formula of death.

But none of the four core disciples of wumie palace can really touch the pillar. Even the four core disciples of wumie palace, they can reach a hundred meters away from the pillar at most. If they get closer, their bodies will be corrupted by the terrible spirit of death.

Even the core disciple who returned to the seventh robbery of xuanjing could not do it, let alone the Chu Lin.

However, even though some people questioned Chu Lin's behavior, no one stopped him. With his terrible achievement of soaking in Tianquan lake, all the people in wumie palace would not regard Chu Lin as an ordinary person.

Under everyone's attention, Chu Lin is getting closer and closer to the pillar of the dead sea.

Buzzing -

as the distance approached, Chu Lin also felt the terrible pressure coming from his face. The atmosphere of death here was a hundred times stronger than that of hundreds of meters away!

The air of death was everywhere in the air. Under this corrosion, the color on Chu Lin's clothes gradually faded, and then there were signs of withering and rolling, as if losing vitality.

”What a terrible death!”

Chu Lin looks at the palm of his hand. The skin on his hand is also tarnished, slightly dry and cracked, showing a gray color.

”Energy siphon!”

Chulin calls in his heart gently, and then his body is covered with a thin film of extremely light color, which is invisible.

Wuwu --

the death Qi attached to Chu Lin's body was quickly swallowed up by the whirlpool of energy siphon.

In this process, the vast majority of the death Qi is transformed into the vanishing force, and only a few components remain in the body.

A small amount of death into Chu Lin's body, there is no sign of chaos, obediently condensed in the abdomen, hoarding more and more.