At this moment, only two people were still awake.

Zie and Mo Poor.

Other than that, everyone was immersed in sleep.

Wu Yunmo and Catherine, as well as the other two members, had no ability to resist in the face of this collapse.

It was very simple for Mo Qian to escape by himself, and it was also very simple to save them.

But time did not allow him to do both, the dome shattered, the lava poured in, and in an instant it was about to swallow everything.

It's not that the dome is short, it's that the pressure is too high. The speed of the magma is not as simple as a free fall, but it rushes in like a big bang.

You know, it's in the mantle layer, and the pressure is much greater than in the deep ocean.

Sending away the people who were more than a thousand meters away from him, and then sending away the dark cloud ink next to him, and then sending himself away, this series of operations could not be done in such a short time.

This moment.

Mo Qian can only react like a knife, and he doesn't have time to do so many things!

"Whew!"

Wu Yunmo was first sent back to the Deep Sea Prison, he and Gou Ye were next to Mo Qian, and Mo Qian sent Gou Ye away as soon as the sky collapsed, and Wu Yunmo only walked a little more distance.

But Catherine was in trouble, more than a thousand meters away from him.

Fortunately, he did not take back the Best windmill shuriken used to shovel the ground before, and inserted it in the square where the citizens were lying on their stomachs.

Zie and Catherine were also there, and they could 'catch it all'.

Mo Qian barely thought about anything in his head, and didn't care about the overwhelming magma that the Rage had struck.

Directly reciting the Bestead metal deformation that had leveled the city-state before.

It still maintains the appearance of the huge windmill shuriken from before, which saves Mo Qian a lot of time.

At the end of this disaster, the windmill-like black iron grabbed like a big hand, enveloping Catherine and the others in an instant.

Mo Qian no longer has the heart to control it finely, and the control of Best metal is so instinctive and rough.

Even the people with the earth and stones were dug in, and they were fiercely closed, and they were caught rough and fierce.

The whole process was urgent and violent, and it was completely a twitch-like operation of Mo Qiao's consciousness.

It stands to reason that this time I am afraid that I will arrest people to death first.

But not really.

Because at the same time, another sober member Qi Yi was not idle.

Zie is also the controller of Best, and like Mo Poor, he manipulates Best metal to save people without much thought.

By the time the metal was wrapped in the poor, he had almost wrapped the people in the square into the ball.

It is not easy to make the best metal close perfectly, and it is not something that people can do in an instant.

However, the cooperation between the two is different, especially when the two control two pieces of Best metal respectively, with two layers inside and outside.

As long as the gaps they close are not in the same direction, then the magma will not be able to enter.

This gave Zie plenty of time to make a second stitch in it.

In an instant, Qi Yi and Mo Qian glanced at each other, and each understood what the other meant.

They worked together very well and protected the people in the square before the molten slurry engulfed everything.

By the way, Mo Qian also controlled his Best metal to fly towards the surface.

Mo Qian didn't choose the landing point that would cause teleportation, because he didn't push it with his own hands and shake everyone inside, but just drove the metal with his mind.

That would teleport only his metal, not people. So he chose a landing spot with a normal flight path and let his metal take them out.

It's done.

When the molten slurry was engulfed to the end, two pieces of Best metal successfully carried everyone into the 'Ship in the Center of the Earth'.

The operation and division of labor between the two at this moment cannot have the slightest difference and entanglement.

Even if you hesitate for a moment, I'm afraid it's all over.

Fortunately, the two of them instinctively chose the same plan, and this set of cooperation was completed in an instant.

Because only by doing this can the most people live. They are all senior members, will not hesitate, will not be at a loss, rich experience and training quality, they all know this moment, what way to live more people, how to do.

But in this way, Mo Qian can't leave.

"Boom!"

At this moment, he would find that when the black ball was wrapped, the ultra-high-pressure molten slurry had already blasted into the Mo Qi Heavenly Spirit cover and engulfed his eyes.

Mo Qian didn't have time to do anything more, the molten slurry had already smashed his skull, and his whole face was in an extremely distorted state, like a rubber man being kneaded, and his head was about to be pressed into his chest.

At the moment when consciousness disappeared, he only had time left for a thought.

But time has advanced a millisecond again......

"Buzz!"

Roar, engulf, annihilation, dead silence!

Mo poor was instantly crushed into slag, not even slag to be exact, but trillions of active and restless molecules.

In the ultra-high-pressure, ultra-high-temperature, terrifying, and desperate mantle layer, even if the poor elements are extremely active, they cannot do anything to reshape them.

They are mixed in a molten slurry rich in minerals and carbon and are not separated from each other at all.

If you want to grow into biomass several times, it will be annihilated in an instant.

Regeneration, annihilation, regeneration, annihilation, even a single biomass cell cannot exist stably.

"Alas......"

In the inexplicably rising Bester metal ball, Zie looked depressed.

Although he made the best choice ruthlessly before, he can't help but be sad when he looks back on it now.

Mo is poor and dead.

He knew that Mo Qian had the ability to regenerate at the molecular level, but so what?

It's just unconscious, until the pleasure is exhausted.

This is the mantle, and the strong magnetic field affects all communication and detection except for the characteristics, and the ultra-high pressure and ultra-high temperature, as well as the unpredictable and undetectable complex terrain, are all difficult obstacles to overcome.

In the abyss of such a terrible riot, the Blue and White Society had no way to find the shattered ink poor.

Who knows where his molecules are and how to bring them out in a short time?

At this moment, even Che Yun in the deep-sea prison has lost contact with Mo Qian.

She felt a sharp pain, the pain of being crushed by the terrifying pressure, of course, only for a moment, and then it was gone.

Completely cut off contact with Mo Qian, which means that the other party has no thought fluctuations.

Che Yun was stunned, looked at Gou Ye and Wuyunmo who were sent up in the Best warehouse on the side, and immediately knew what was going on underground.

"Something's wrong!"

"They were buried by the mantle!"

Kelong looked at the computer solemnly, and Che Yun also pounced and looked at it carefully.

In terms of communication, they can't just rely on Che Yun and Mo Qian's soulmates to sympathize.

In addition to this, three kinds of communication were prepared, one was to burn paper, and a photo was placed on each person. If you have something to burn paper, you can contact you unilaterally.

There is also heavy water, which is a quantum entanglement-like wave communication, and the Blue and White Society puts heavy water into a special device, and then can speak to another communicator holder through two translations.

But this also has the disadvantage that if one heavy water fluctuates, all other heavy water will fluctuate in the same way.

So this thing can only communicate between two points, and only one person in the action team wears that device, and that is Dark Cloud Ink.

But Wuyunmo is now on top and has been sent back.

Therefore, the connection between Kelon and the underground is only the last one, the computer god.

On the Internet, there is a special forum that serves as a communication platform for this operation.

Anyone who lives only needs to hypnotize themselves into believing in the god of computers, then visualize the computer with the tattoo on their hands, and then log in to this forum.

I saw that on the forum, Zi Yi had just made a post.

The title directly made Che Yun cry.

"We were buried by magma, ink poverty was annihilated, everyone else was sleeping, and now we are trapped in the mantle, what to do?

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