Blue and White Society

  Chapter 447 Relying on Immortal Nail House

   Underground, Mo Poor was shocked when he hit the rock.

  Although the power of the oversized mighty giant 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 very small part of the mighty 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 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 will 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, 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. Now it's his turn and he has nothing to say.

  Mo Poor exhaled his last breath peacefully, his consciousness suddenly sank into the darkness, vision, hearing, and smell all disappeared, and he couldn't feel the severe pain that had swept through his 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 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 it is not seen or touched, it is just experienced by him.

   "Perhaps 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 about it, he felt that his soul seemed to be being 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 little by little, hitting the endless dark world directly.

  This taste... Mo Poor can imagine that after his soul is squeezed out, it will 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 or hell, but a natural obliteration.

  It seems to be the order of the universe, and the souls of the dead are destined to experience such an iron rule of despair.

   Mo Poor's soul spray couldn't do anything to resist this, he could only bear the 'water spray' that spewed out, the huge pain of being dissipated, 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 was too tormented, and the unspeakable pain made Mo Poor's original plan to go to rest peacefully and suddenly forgot, replaced by a strong desire to survive.

   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 Gou Ye: "As a member, shouldn't you be thinking about how to defeat the enemy at the last second before death?"

  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 ghost 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 disintegration..."

   "But my soul didn't 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 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 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.

  At this moment, most of his soul is still in the body, and the spray of the soul that is released 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 Poor.

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

  Mo Poor could feel a pleasant replenishment, a kind of refreshingness 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 overjoyed, he never thought that he would 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 sprayed out hit the soul in the body like a shower of sweet rain, and re-integrated into one.

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

  But his absolute characteristics, and constantly let the soul spray emitted like a boomerang...

out! Come in again! out again...in again...

  In the human world, the weirdest nail house ever appeared: the soul of the dead will not leave in the corpse!

  Whether after annihilation it is to go to heaven to see God, or go to the **** to worship Yama, or go directly to reincarnation, or even the only way to completely annihilate the soul.

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

   "Master Gou! I can still save him!"

   "Don't cremate me!"

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  (end of this chapter)