Underground, Mo Qiong's collision was shocked.

Although the power of the super-powerful giants shook the giant insects, it also destroyed Mo Qiong's body at the same time.

Although Mo Qiong tried his best to cushion the impact, although he chose to use his entire arm to withstand the main squeeze, although the damage suffered by his body was only a very small part of the force of the ten thousand pounds.

His body still collapsed under huge force, and instantly the vaporized blood squirted out, filling the scene.

At that time, Mo Qiong felt his heart ruptured and realized that he was dead.

Do you regret it? There is nothing to regret.

If he doesn't do this, everyone will die together. Now that he has tried his best, he will finally successfully seal the giant insects.

It is said to be a seal, but it is actually a must-kill.

Such a huge giant insect was shot into a closed ball. If it were another ball, it would have been stretched out, but the target was in the Best metal ball.

There is no doubt that this seal is equivalent to the most powerful physical destruction.

He succeeded. Although he couldn't see what happened later, he knew that Gou and the others should be able to survive.

Of course, Mo Qiong also wants to survive, and he also wants to be the president of Lan Bai, but if he dies, he will die. What can he do?

There were enough people who died in this mission. At this moment, Mo Qiong remembered Luo Yi's words: members were the ones who kept witnessing death and then died again.

In fact, everyone is like this. Mo Qiong didn't expect that he would be so calm in the face of death.

Perhaps it is because he has been mentally prepared for a long time. Facing death calmly is the dignity of the members.

From the day he chose to become a member, Mo Qiong thought that he would die in a mission one day.

Now that I am really dead, there is no surprise.

Members are not a good job, but some things must be done by someone.

Human beings continue to continue, and blood is indispensable. In the past, it was the blood of others, but now it is his turn and there is nothing to say.

Mo Qiong let out his last breath peacefully, and his consciousness suddenly sank into the darkness. His vision, hearing, and smell no longer exist, and he could not understand the severe pain that had originally swept across his body.

Mo Qiong seemed to have fallen into a dark dimension of infinite silence, and everything that a living person could enjoy disappeared.

At this moment, Mo Qiong felt another carrier, a carrier that he could still think after losing brain cells, and something that seemed to serve consciousness purely, and that the influence of physical feelings could only be detected after being suppressed to the lowest level.

A hazy, intangible body, that is Mo Qiong’s current self, but it is not seen or touched, but it is only experienced by him.

"Maybe this is the soul."

"It seems that I am dead, but I can still think. Could it be that there is heaven and hell?"

As soon as Mo Qiong thought about this, he felt that his soul seemed to be repelled from his body.

It was like a full water bag was finally pierced and the water was discharged outward.

I once heard that the so-called where the soul may be extradited is simply nonsense.

This is not extradition at all, but catharsis. Just like a person is stabbed and splattered with blood, what death brings to the soul is the body's ungendered squeeze discharge.

Mo Qiong's soul seemed to be in a water gun, splashing out of his body bit by bit, directly hitting the endless dark world.

This taste...Mo Qiong could imagine that after his soul was squeezed out, it was filled with water spray.

The soul that is separated from the body, without any protection, is immediately ravaged by some force and evaporated quickly.

This is not going to heaven or hell, but a natural erasure.

It seems to be the order of the universe, and the souls of the deceased are destined to withstand such iron rules that are exhausted by despair.

Mo Qiong's soul splash could not resist at all, and could only bear the "sprinkle" that was sprayed out. The huge pain was as scattered as the soul was scattered. The torture was even more unbearable than Mo Qiong's secret technique of practicing the pain.

"No! I'm not dead yet! I'm not dead yet!"

The feeling of being destroyed a little bit is too painful, and the indescribable pain made Mo Qiong's thought that he originally planned to rest peacefully, and replaced by a strong desire to survive.

It would be fine if there was no way, Mo Qiong could die calmly, but what if there was still a rescue? Who doesn’t want to live?

Is he really dead? Although he died in the conventional sense, he can think... it is not over yet.

When he decided to try to shake the giant insects, Mo Qiong taught Master Gou a lesson: "As a member, shouldn't he still think about how to defeat the enemy in the last second before his death?"

The so-called last second before death also includes before the consciousness is truly completely destroyed.

The belief in shelter that would not give up until the last moment reminded him: It’s not over yet!

Now that his soul is gone, it is his enemy.

"I can still think! My soul is being rejected by the death of my body..."

"The soul that leaves the body will be wiped out, which is the so-called soul scattered..."

"But my soul did not disappear all at once. This part of my body is still under the protection of my body."

In an instant, Mo Qiong summarized and analyzed the situation he was facing at this moment, as if he was dealing with a containment.

It is known that the body will protect the soul, so what if the soul can stay with it?

"Come back!"

Mo Qiong can feel the form of his soul. This is the placement point. With himself as his goal, he hopes that the part of the soul that has escaped from his body can come back...

He didn't know how to control his soul, but human death itself was emitting souls.

At this moment, most of his soul is still in his body, and the soul water splashes emitted naturally belong to the "arrow".

Perhaps no one can stop his soul from eventually sinking into darkness and turning into nothingness under the extreme torture.

But Moqian can.

The order of the death of human souls has undergone a major reversal in Moqiong.

These soul splashes that should have been gradually worn out in the darkness suddenly came back!

Mo Qiong could feel a pleasant replenishment, with a kind of refreshing blending.

It was the feeling of losing and returning, and the divided things were merged into the embrace again.

"Success! Damn!"

Mo Qiong was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that he would die like this and could still use absolute destiny.

In other words, this is his own characteristic, and as long as he can still think, he will exist.

The current situation is like a water-energizing gun spraying, and the sprayed water mist automatically drills back into the water tank...

The soul splashed out hit the soul in the body like a rain, and merged back into one.

His body was dead! He was destroyed to the point where he could not bear his soul and was constantly repelling him.

But his absolute characteristics constantly make the emitted soul splash like a boomerang...

Go out! Come in again! Go out... Come in again...

In the human world, the strangest nail house in history appeared: the dead souls stayed in the corpse and stopped leaving!

Whether after annihilation, you will go to heaven to see God, go to the underworld to worship Yama, or go directly to reincarnation, or even just have the soul completely wiped out.

Anyway, Mo Qiong is lazy and never leaves, and he doesn't go to the Netherworld to report: I will stay in the corpse! Be a nail house that is dependent on immortality.

"Master Gou! I can save it again!"

"Don't cremate me!"

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Chapter completed!