Chapter 447: The Stubborn Household

Underground, Mo Qiong's collision was earth-shattering.

The power of the super-powerful giant shook the giant insects, but also destroyed Mo Qiong's body.

Although Mo Qiong tried his best to cushion the impact, although he chose to use his entire arm to bear the main squeeze, and although the damage to his body was only a tiny part of the mighty force.

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

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

Regret? There is nothing to regret.

If he didn't do this, everyone would die together. Now he tried his best and finally succeeded in sealing the giant insects.

It's called a seal, but it's actually a sure kill.

Such a huge giant insect was shot into a closed ball. If it was another ball, it would definitely be stretched open, 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 Ye and the others should be able to survive.

Of course, Mo Qiong also wanted to live, and he wanted to be the president of the Blue and White Society, but if he died, he was dead. What else could he do?

Enough people died in this mission. At this moment, Mo Qiong remembered Luo Yi's words: members are people who constantly witness death and then die.

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

Perhaps, it was because he had already prepared himself mentally. Facing death calmly is the dignity of a member.

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

Now that he is really dead, there is nothing to be surprised about.

Being a member is not a good job, but there are some things that someone has to do.

The continuation of human beings is inseparable from blood. In the past, it was the blood of others. Now it is his turn, and there is nothing to say.

Mo Qiong exhaled his last breath peacefully, and his consciousness suddenly sank into darkness. His vision, hearing, and smell were all gone, and he could no longer feel the severe pain that had swept his body.

Mo Qiong seemed to fall 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 allowed him to think after losing brain cell activity, a carrier that seemed to serve consciousness purely, and something that could only be perceived after the influence of physical feelings was suppressed to the minimum.

A hazy, non-material form, that is Mo Qiong himself at this moment, but he did not see or touch it, he just experienced it.

"Maybe this is the soul."

"It seems to be dead, but I can still think, is there still heaven and hell?"

Mo Qiong just thought so, and felt that his soul seemed to be rejected from the body.

It was like a full water bag was finally punctured, and the water was discharged out.

The saying that the soul might be extradited to a place that I had heard before was simply nonsense.

This is not extradition at all, but catharsis. Just like a person spitting blood when being stabbed, what death brings to the soul is the body's ungentle squeezing and discharge.

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

This feeling... Mo Qiong could imagine that after his soul was squeezed out, it would spread like a spray of water.

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

This was not going to heaven or hell, but a natural annihilation.

It seemed to be the order of the universe, and the souls of the dead were destined to undergo such a desperate and consuming iron rule.

Mo Qiong's soul splash could not resist this, and could only endure the "splash" that was sprayed out, the huge pain of the soul flying away, and the torment was more unbearable than Mo Qiong's practice of painful secrets.

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

The feeling of being annihilated bit by bit was too tormenting, and the indescribable pain made Mo Qiong's original intention to rest peacefully forget the idea, and replaced it with a strong desire to survive.

There was no way, Mo Qiong could die calmly, but what if there was still hope? Who doesn't want to live?

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

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

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

The belief of containment that will not be given up until the last moment reminds him: It's not over yet!

Now this soul is his enemy.

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

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

"But my soul is not annihilated all at once. The part that is still in the body is still under the protection of the body."

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

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

"Come back!"

Mo Qiong could feel the shape of his own soul. This was the landing point. With himself as the target, he hoped that the part of the soul that had left his body could come back...

He didn't know how to control the soul, but human death itself was releasing the soul.

At this moment, most of his soul was still in his body, and the soul splashes released naturally belonged to the "arrow".

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

But Mo Qiong could.

The order of death and extinction of souls was reversed here with Mo Qiong.

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

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

It was the feeling of what was lost coming back, and what was separated was reunited in the embrace.

"Success! Damn!"

Mo Qiong was very surprised. He didn't expect that he could still use absolute hits even though he was dead like this.

Or, this was his own characteristic. As long as he could still think, he would exist.

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

The sprayed soul water splashes like a shower of sweet rain and hits the soul in the body, and merges into one again.

The body is dead! It is damaged to the extent that it can no longer carry the soul, and it is constantly rejecting him.

But his absolute characteristics continue to make the discharged soul water splash like a boomerang...

Out! In again! Out again... In again...

In the human world, the most bizarre nail house in history has appeared: the dead soul stays in the corpse and refuses to leave!

No matter whether it goes to heaven to see God after annihilation, or goes to the underworld to worship Yama, or directly goes through reincarnation, or even simply has only one way to completely wipe out the soul.

Anyway, Mo Qiong is too lazy to leave, and he will not report to the netherworld even if he dies: I will stay in the corpse! Be a nail house that refuses to die.

"Master Gou! I can still be rescued!"

"Don't cremate me!"

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