Underground, Mo Qiao's crash broke the ground.

Although the power of the supermassive mighty giant shook the giant insects, it also destroyed Mo Qian's body at the same time.

Even though he did his best to cushion the impact, even though he chose to use his entire arm to withstand the main squeeze, even though his body was only a fraction of the force of the ten thousand guns.

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

At that time, Mo Qian felt a broken heart and realized that he was dead.

Regret it? There's nothing to regret.

If he didn't do this, everyone would die together, and now that he fought hard, he finally succeeded in sealing the giant insects.

If it is said to be a seal, it will actually be killed.

Such a huge giant worm was shot into a closed ball, and if it was replaced by another ball, it must have stretched out, but the target was in the Bester metal ball.

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

He succeeded, and although he couldn't see what happened next, he knew that Gou Ye and they should be able to live.

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

There were enough people who died in this mission, and at this moment, Mo Qian remembered Luo Yi's words: The members of the club are the ones who constantly witness death and then die.

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

Perhaps, it was because he had been mentally prepared for a long time. It is the dignity of members to face death calmly.

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

Now that he is really dead, naturally there is nothing surprising.

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

Human beings continue to be watered with blood, and it used to be the blood of others, and now it is his turn to say nothing.

Mo Qian exhaled his last breath peacefully, his consciousness sank into darkness, his senses of sight, hearing, and smell all ceased to exist, and the severe pain that had swept through his body could not be felt.

It was as if he had fallen into a dark dimension of infinite dead silence, and everything he could enjoy as a living person disappeared.

At this moment, Mo Qian felt another carrier, a carrier that allowed him to still think after losing the activity of his brain cells, something that seemed to serve purely consciousness and could only be perceived after the influence of physical sensation was minimized.

A hazy, immaterial form, that is, Mo Qian's self at the moment, but not to see or touch, but only to experience it.

"Maybe that's the soul. ”

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

As soon as Mo Qian thought about it, he felt as if his soul was being expelled from his body.

It's like a full water bag has finally been punctured and the water is discharged outward.

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

This is not extradition at all, but catharsis. Just as a person is stabbed and blood is spilled, death brings to the soul the ungentle squeezing of the body.

The soul of Mo Poor, as if in a water gun, splashed out of the body little by little, hitting the endless dark world.

This taste...... Mo Qian could imagine that after his soul was squeezed out, it would be like a spray of water.

The soul detached from the body, without any protection, is immediately ravaged by some kind of force, and it volatilizes rapidly.

It's not going to heaven, it's not going to hell, it's a natural grinding.

As if it were the order of the universe, the souls of the dead were destined to endure such a desperate exhaustion.

There was no resistance to this Mo Qian's soul splash, and he could only bear the 'water splash' that spewed out, and the huge pain of the soul was scattered, and the torment was even more unbearable than Mo Qian's cultivation of the pain secret art.

"No, I'm not dead!

The taste of being wiped out a little bit was too tormenting, and the indescribable pain made Mo Qian's original intention to rest peacefully forget it, and was replaced by a strong desire to survive.

There's no way, Mo Qian can die calmly, but what if there is still salvation? Who doesn't want to live?

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

When he decided to try to shake the giant insect desperately, Mo Qian taught Gou Ye a lesson: "As a member of the club, shouldn't you still think about how to defeat the enemy at the last second before you die?"

The so-called last second before death also includes before consciousness is truly and completely extinguished.

The belief in containment, which would not give up until the last moment, reminded him: It's not over yet!

Now this soul is scattered, and 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 worn out, that is, the so-called soul will be scattered......"

"But my soul has not been annihilated all at once, and this part of my body is still under the shelter of my body. ”

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

It is known that the body shelters the soul, so what if the soul can stay on it?

"Give me back!"

Mo Qian could feel the shape of his own soul, this was the landing point, with himself as his goal, he hoped that the part of the soul that had left the body could be drilled back......

He didn't know how to control the soul, but the death of a human being itself was discharging the soul.

At this moment, most of his soul is still in his body, and the soul splash discharged naturally belongs to the 'arrow'.

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

However, the ink poor can.

The order of the death of people has undergone a great reversal here in Mo Qian.

These soul splashes, which should have been gradually consumed in the dark, have suddenly returned!

Mo Qian could feel a pleasant addition, a kind of refreshing blend of water and milk.

It's the feeling of what has been lost coming back, what has been cut out and reuniting into the embrace.

"Success!

Mo Qian was pleasantly surprised, he didn't expect that he would die like this, and he could still use absolute hits.

In other words, this is the nature of his self, and as long as he can think, he will exist.

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

The soul water sprayed out hit the soul in the body like a burst of rain and merged back into one.

The body is dead! destroyed to the point that it cannot carry the soul, and it is trying to expelle him outward.

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

It's out, it's in, it's out...... It's in again......

In the human world, the weirdest nail household in history has appeared: the soul of the dead lies in the corpse and does not leave!

Regardless of 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 only the soul is completely wiped out.

Anyway, Mo Qian is too lazy to leave, and when he dies, he doesn't go to the netherworld to report: I will stay in the corpse!

"Master Gou, I can rescue it again!"

"Don't cremate me!"

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