Blue and White Society - Chapter 446

[Chapter 436]

? In the ground, Mo Poor was shocked when he hit the rock.

Although the superpower giant’s power shook the giant worms, it also destroyed Mo Poor’s body at the same time.

Even though Mo Poor tried his best to cushion the impact, even though he chose to use his entire arm to bear the main squeeze, even though the damage to his body was only a very small part of the overwhelming force.

His body was still collapsing under the tremendous force, and instantly vaporized blood spurted out, flooding the scene.

At that time, Mo Poor felt his heart burst and realized that he was doomed.

Do you regret it?

Nothing to regret.

If he didn’t do this, everyone would die together. Now he worked hard and finally succeeded in sealing the giant worms.

It is said to be a seal, but in fact it must be killed.

Such a huge giant worm was shot into a closed ball. If it were another ball, it must have been opened, but the target happened to be 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 Lord Gou and the others should be able to survive.

Of course, Mo Poor also wants to live, and he still wants to be the president of Lanbai, but if he dies, he is dead, so what can he do?

Enough people died in this mission. At this moment, Mo Poor thought of Luo Yi’s words: The members of the club are the ones who keep witnessing death and then go to die.

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

Perhaps, it was because he was already mentally prepared.

It is the dignity of members to face death calmly.

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

Now that he is really dead, there is no surprise.

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

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

Mo Poor exhaled his last breath peacefully,

his consciousness suddenly sank into the darkness, his sight, hearing, and smell all disappeared, and he couldn’t feel the severe pain that swept his whole body.

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

At this moment, Mo Poor felt another carrier, a carrier that allowed him to think after losing brain cell activity, a carrier that seemed to serve consciousness purely, and could only be noticed after the influence of physical feelings was suppressed to a minimum thing.

A hazy, non-material form, that is Mo Poor himself at the moment, but he doesn’t see or touch it, he just experiences it.

“Maybe this is the soul.”

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

Mo Poor just thought about it, and felt that his soul seemed to be expelled from his body .

It was as if the full water bag had finally been punctured and the water was discharged outward.

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

It’s not extradition at all, it’s catharsis.

Just like the blood splattered when a person is stabbed, what death brings to the soul is the relentless squeezing and discharge of the body.

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

This kind of taste… Mo Poor could imagine that after his soul was squeezed out, it would diffuse like a spray of water.

The soul separated from the body, without any protection, was immediately ravaged by some kind of force, and quickly volatilized.

This is not going to heaven, nor is it going to hell, but a natural obliteration.

As if it were the heavenly order of the universe, the souls of the dead are doomed to endure such an iron law of despair.

Mo Poor’s soul spray couldn’t do any resistance to this, he could only bear the “spray” that spewed out, the huge pain like a soul flying away, and the torment in it was even more unbearable than Mo Poor’s practice of the secret art of pain.

“No! I’m not dead yet! I’m not dead yet!”

The feeling of being annihilated was too painful, and the indescribable pain made Mo Poor’s original plan to go to rest peacefully and peacefully forgotten, replaced by a strong desire to survive want.

There is no way to do it, Mo Poor can die calmly, but what if there is still salvation?

Who doesn’t want to live?

Is it really dead?

Although he is dead in the conventional sense, but he can think… it is not over yet.

When he decided to desperately try to shake the giant worm, Mo Poor taught Lord Gou: “As a member of the commune, shouldn’t you still think about how to defeat the enemy at the last second before death

?”

Including before the consciousness is completely wiped out.

The containment belief that he would not give up until the last moment reminded him: it is not over yet!

Now this ghost is his enemy.

“I can still think! My soul is being repelled by the death of my body…”

“The soul that leaves the body will be obliterated, that is, the so-called disintegration…”

“But my soul did not disappear all at once, the ones still in the body This part is still under the protection of the body.” In a

split second, Mo Poor summed up and analyzed the situation he was facing at the moment, as if he was dealing with a contained object.

It is known that the body will shelter the soul, so what if the soul can hang on?

“Come back to me!”

Mo Poor can feel the shape of his own soul, which is the landing point. With himself as the target, he hopes that the part of the soul that has escaped from the body can come back…

He doesn’t know how to control the soul, but the death of human beings, It is emitting the soul itself.

At this moment, most of his soul is still in his body, and the spray of his soul is naturally the ‘arrow’.

Perhaps no one can prevent his soul from finally sinking into the darkness and turning into nothingness under the extreme torment.

However, Mo Qiong can.

The order of death and soul destruction has undergone a major reversal here in Mo Qiong.

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

Mo Poor could feel a pleasant replenishment, a refreshing feeling that blended in harmony.

It is the feeling of returning what was lost, and what was separated is merged into the embrace again.

“Successful! Damn it!”

Mo Poor was overjoyed, he didn’t expect to die like this, and he could still use absolute hits.

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

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

The sprayed soul spray hits the soul in the body like a shower of rain, and reintegrates into one .

The body is dead!

The damage was to such an extent that it couldn’t hold the soul, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com was trying to repel him.

But his absolute characteristics, and constantly let the spray of the soul spray like a boomerang…

go out!

Come in again!

Went out again… came in again… In the

human world, the weirdest nail house in history appeared: the dead soul lingered in the corpse and never left!

Whether it is to go to heaven to see God after annihilation, or go to hell to pay homage to Yama, or go directly to reincarnation, or even simply the only way is to completely annihilate the soul.

Anyway, Mo Poor is too lazy to leave, and he will not go to Netherworld to report: I will stay in the corpse!

Be a nail household that lives on.

“Grandfather Gou! I can save you again!”

“Don’t cremate me!”

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