Chapter 448 The Lingering Demon King Is Poor

In the dead silence and darkness, the irresistible annihilation was constantly wearing away Mo Qiong's soul.

The "dead" body was like the last harbor shelter in the midst of the earth-shattering collapse.

Mo Qiong said that he could not go out no matter what, as long as his soul stayed in his body, it would be safe.

So he was shameless and struggled desperately, constantly turning the soul that shot out into a "returning arrow".

In this way, he continued his life crazily!

This discovery made him extremely excited, which meant that he could still live!

He was not dead yet! As long as the body functions were restored and repaired to the point of "being able to live", the soul would be completely stable and would not be rejected?

Then the five senses returned, and the control of the body was restored again? So that... rebirth on the spot?

No matter what, he had no reason to give up. He had died like this, so he could only hold this hope.

He wanted to connect with Gou Ye, Wei Lan and others mentally, so that they could rescue him quickly.

There was really still hope!

But, it failed. Mo Qiong kept calling, and his soul kept "shouting", but it was useless.

Mo Qiong's mental power has been weakened to the point where it can't be released.

In the previous battle, he really tried his best. In the end, in order to create a sufficiently closed Best metal ball, he output all his mental power.

After all, they were all going to fight to the death, so why keep the mental power? He didn't keep any of it, and used it all up to ensure that there was no risk.

So now, Mo Qiong miraculously survived his soul, but he cried to the sky and the earth for help, but no one answered!

Mo Qiong felt that a long time had passed, but he didn't notice that his mental power had recovered at all.

"This state is not sleep, and the mental power is not restored... Damn it!"

Mo Qiong couldn't even recharge his phone bill because his consciousness was too clear. But he couldn't be unconscious either. As long as the 'return arrow' stopped, it would be the end of the soul and soul.

If the mental power can't be released, it's useless even if it's absolutely hit, and it can't be shot.

Not to mention other methods, Mo Qiong now has no five senses and is completely out of touch with Gou Ye and the others. He can't tell them his current situation at all.

Despair, loneliness, helplessness and many other negative emotions began to rise spontaneously.

Mo Qiong, who had faced death calmly before, was extremely depressed.

He was dead, but he woke up to live halfway, and now... it seemed that he was still going to die.

He thought he could be saved, but after thinking calmly, Mo Qiong found that his insistence on not dying was meaningless, just a way to survive.

You know, his injuries must be very serious.

When squeezed, his belly turned inside out, and all his internal organs were exposed. He was already at the limit, and his internal organs must have been ruptured, and his left arm was completely gone. Mo Qiong knew all this.

"Plus, my blood will vaporize after leaking out. With such heavy bleeding, I'm afraid there is not much blood left in my body."

"My last feeling was the severe pain of a ruptured heart. This injury can be said to be fatal."

"In the eyes of Gou Ye and others, I'm afraid I'm dead..."

Mo Qiong felt bitter. With such a body, anyone would be judged dead.

Why would he repair it in vain?

As time went by, Mo Qiong felt more and more that he was hopeless.

In this state, Mo Qiong had no concept of time at all, no vision, no hearing, no touch, no smell and taste, and was completely a lonely thinking body.

He felt that he had persisted for a long, long time, but he didn't know how long it was.

Mo Qiong thought that if he didn't repair his body to the point where he could "live", he would have to maintain such a lonely and tormented state.

And this state, others didn't know, and naturally they wouldn't repair his body.

His body would eventually lose its activity completely, become hard, soften, and rot... At that time, his body would probably no longer be able to protect him.

At this moment, God knows how long it has been... Maybe the society has already held a memorial service for him and buried him.

Even more, the grass on the grave may be three feet high.

"If it is cremated and the body is destroyed, I will not have a shelter to protect my soul now, so..."

"No, no, no... I almost forgot that my body should be sent to the scientific research department for research... In this way, they will try their best to maintain the activity of my body."

Mo Qiong didn't know if it made sense for him to insist like this.

It was okay at first, but as time went on, Mo Qiong felt more and more lonely. Stripped of the five senses and only thinking was left, this feeling was maddening.

If it had to go on like this forever, he would rather go to ashes now.

"I can't go on like this forever. Even if I can recycle the soul that is discharged, there will still be losses every time..."

Once the soul leaves the body, it will be worn away. Although Mo Qiong's soul retracted as soon as it was ejected, it still went out after all, otherwise it would not trigger the absolute hit.

In this way, Mo Qiong is still being worn away, but the speed of wear is extremely slow.

But no matter how slow it is, it is only a matter of time before he dies completely.

Even if the body is still there, his soul will be worn away until he has no more thoughts.

At this moment, Mo Qiong felt that his consciousness was much more confused, far less calm than at the beginning.

Some old memories, even forgotten memories, surged out, but some recent memories seemed to be stuck and could not be remembered.

This might be the consequence of the loss of soul. Mo Qiong was worried that if it continued to be so serious, it would affect his setting of the landing point.

"We must try to find a way to contact Master Gou and the others, otherwise the longer we delay, the more hopeless we will get..."

Mo Qiong thought about it and finally thought of a way.

Soul fragments can be ejected outside the body. In addition to ejecting them back to make up for themselves, they can also be ejected into other people's bodies.

However, this is seizing one's body.

There is no doubt that Mo Qiong does not have the ability to seize a body. It is very difficult and very demanding to seize a body or control others.

He is far from reaching the standard. If he does it forcefully, the best result is to perish together. Both of them will have a mental breakdown and their thinking will be chaotic and reduced to smithereens.

What's more likely is that he can't even get in. His soul reaches its destination when it hits the surface of someone else's body, and then follows natural movement.

If it cannot be integrated into the body, the so-called natural movement must be floating in the dark. Mo Qiong's current situation, staying outside the physical body, is the result of being quickly worn away.

He must choose a target that can definitely win.

There is no doubt that the only people who can be possessed by him without affecting his safety are...low-dimensional people!

"I remember that before this mission, I put Avery in my mobile phone. I just need to ejaculate myself into him, and maybe I can be resurrected with the help of the body of a low-dimensional person..."

Ai Li is one of the alchemists in the MC world. When he was experimenting with time travel, his sanity collapsed due to the impact of Mo Qiong's "vast will", and he fell completely into madness.

Later, Mo Qiong adopted him as his own low-dimensional clone, used his body to store it in his mobile phone, and even launched it to another world before.

The phone couldn't come back, and Mo Qiong got another one afterwards, but Avery could come back, and the new phone had already been uploaded back to Earth through data from the witch world.

As long as he can use the body of a low-dimensional person to act, Mo Qiong can find a way to contact the outside world through the signal of his mobile phone.

"However, it is very risky. I will definitely be able to hit the target when I shoot, but without the protection of my body in the middle, what if I am wiped out and die before I reach it?" Mo Qiong thought to himself.

You must know that his arrows can be destroyed, and hitting the target does not require that the arrows are still intact.

Mo Qiong now chooses to seize the body of low-dimensional man Aili, which means that he has to go through a "soul obliteration zone".

"Haha, but do I have a choice?"

"Why are you thinking so much...I'm already dead, the worst is to die more!"

Mo Qiong made a decisive move and let the soul eject from the corpse. The target... the low-dimensional man Ai Li.

Fight!

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"That's basically what happened. I shot my soul into my phone and now I'm in locker 666."

Luo Yan opened his mouth wide, held the phone to his ear, and listened to the voice coming from the phone, as if he was frightened...

When the peripheral personnel saw Luo Yan answering the 425th call, he listened blankly for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "Captain...what's wrong...you're talking...could this really be a call from Mo Qiong's ghost?"

"Yeah..." Luo Yan nodded.

The peripheral personnel also said in horror: "What! Is it really him? Where is he?"

He looked around, feeling a panic in his heart. Even the dead could call. What about ghosts?

There are ghost-type storage objects in the club, but they are storage objects, not ghosts in the conventional sense. This is the first time that a club member has died and turned into a ghost.

Luo Yan pointed to the cabinet next to Mr. Gou's locker and said, "Mo Qiong said he was in this cabinet..."

"..." The peripheral personnel stared at the cabinet, not knowing what to say.

"Bang!" Luo Yan pulled out his dagger and swung it. A series of explosions sounded on the cabinet, and the door was smashed open.

However, there was no picture in the mind of the outsiders: Mo Qiong's ghost was huddled in the cabinet looking at him like a yoga figure.

On the contrary, there is nothing unusual, just some sundries that Mo Qiong put here.

"Mo Qiong..." Luo Yan shouted into the cabinet.

Immediately afterwards, the mobile phone in the cabinet lit up, and a voice came from the speaker: "Here it is!"

Luo Yan threw away Gou Ye's phone and picked up Mo Qiong's phone. He saw a little person on the screen, leaning on an icon.

He didn't recognize that villain, but there was no doubt that he was the so-called data life clone in Mo Qiong's mouth.

"You...are you really a poor man? What is going on?" The peripheral personnel didn't know the situation. When they saw the villain on the screen, they couldn't help but said in confusion.

Mo Qiong has already explained it to Luo Yan and won't say anything more now.

Instead, he hurriedly asked: "Um...is my body okay?"

Luo Yan smiled bitterly and said: "Well, what you are asking...how do you put it...We have repaired a large part of it, and your corpse now looks like a normal corpse..."

"That's great. You actually repaired my body...can you restore it to the point where it's still alive?" Mo Qiong asked.

Luo Yan thought for a moment and said, "Theoretically, it's possible. It's probably at the level of a vegetative state...by the way...can you really shoot it back and resurrect it?"

"I don't know...if I fail, my body will refuse to enter, my soul will be 'blocked out', and then it will be completely wiped out by nature." Mo Qiong said.

"Then..." Luo Yan said tangledly. He wanted to forget it. At least he was alive now. If the soul failed to return, he would die and his soul would be destroyed.

But Mo Qiong said: "That is the only way, I will definitely give it a try."

Seeing this, Luo Yan stopped talking. It was impossible for him to prevent Mo Qiong's resurrection, even if the resurrection was extremely risky.

"In this case, I will keep it secret and not make it public for the time being. Especially for Gou Ye... Don't give him hope and despair... After you are sure that the resurrection is successful, give him a surprise." Luo Yan said.

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p.s: Sorry.