Blue and White Society Chapter 436: Relying on the immortal nail household

Under the ground, Mo Poor's bump into the stone was shocking.

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 whole arm to bear the main squeeze, even though the damage to his body was only a tiny part of the overwhelming force.

His body still collapsed 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.

Regret? 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 will be killed.

Such a huge giant worm was shot into a closed ball. If it were any other 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. He also wants to be the president of Lanbai, but if he dies, he is dead. 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, Mo Poor thought that one day he would die in the mission.

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

It's not a good job to be a member, but there are some things that someone has to do.

The continuity of human beings is bound to be watered by blood. In the past, it was the blood of others, but now it is his turn and he has 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 seems to have fallen into a dark dimension of infinite silence, and everything that a living person can enjoy has 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 was only possible after the influence of bodily feelings was suppressed to a minimum something perceived.

A hazy, immaterial form, that is Mo Poor himself at the moment, but it is not seen or touched, it is just experienced by him.

"Maybe this is the soul."

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

As soon as Mo Poor thought this way, he felt that his soul seemed to be being expelled from his body.

It's as if the full water bag has finally been punctured, and the water is discharged outward.

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

This is not extradition at all, but 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 can imagine that after his soul is squeezed out, it will diffuse like a spray of water.

Without any protection, the soul that has been separated from the body is immediately ravaged by some kind of force, and quickly volatilizes.

This is not going to heaven or 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 anything to resist 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! Not dead!"

The feeling of being annihilated a little bit is too tormented, and the indescribable pain makes Mo Poor's original plan to go to rest peacefully, and suddenly forgets, replaced by a strong desire to survive.

That's all there is to 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 a lesson: "As a member of the commune, shouldn't you be thinking about how to defeat the enemy at the last second before you die?"

The so-called last second before death also includes 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 soul is scattered, he 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 obliterated, that is, the so-called soul flying away..."

"But my soul did not annihilate all at once, the part that is still in the body is still in the shelter of the body."

In an instant, 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 protect 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 goal, he hopes that the part of the soul that has escaped from the body can come back again...

He doesn't know how to control the soul, but the death of human beings itself emits the soul.

Most of his soul is still in his body at this moment, and the soul spray emitted naturally belongs to the 'arrow',

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

However, Mo Qiong can do it.

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 returned!

Mo Poor could feel a pleasant replenishment, a refreshing feeling that blended with milk and milk.

It is the feeling that what was lost comes back, and what was separated is merged into the embrace again.

"Successful! Fuck!"

Mo Poor was overwhelmed with surprise, he didn't expect to die like this, and still be able to 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 spray of the soul that spewed out hit the soul in the body like a shower of sweet rain, and merged into one again.

The body is dead! It was so damaged that it couldn't carry the soul, and it was trying to repel him.

However, his absolute characteristics keep making the soul sprays like boomerangs...

Get out! Come in again! Out again...in again...

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

Whether you go to heaven to see God after annihilation, or go to the underworld to worship Yama, or go directly to reincarnation, or even simply go to the path where the soul is completely wiped out.

Anyway, Mo Poor is too lazy to leave, and he won't go to Netherworld to report: I'm going to stay in the corpse! Be a nail household that lives on.

"Grandpa Gou! I can save you again!"

"Don't cremate me!"

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