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He could feel that a huge force scattered around the world was rejecting his return. Once his main body appears on this planet, that force will strike with the power of thunder.

About two months ago, Bai Mo, who had been sleeping for nearly a year, had woken up in the Nine Nether Realm, and the injuries on his body had recovered, but the hallucination problem that plagued him still hadn't been resolved.

As the price of an overly powerful imagination, there are things in perception that are difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, so that he has no intention of using any of his powers.

At his current level, any improper use of power could cause devastating consequences, so he deliberately left only a thought without any power in his back hand.

At this time, the power of Bai Mo's projection was completely supplied by the dark spirit rice planted on the ground, which was also something he designed and transformed with reference to the structure of the spiritual energy network system.

The cultivation area of the Dark Spirit Rice is still very small, and it can't provide him with much power, but it is better to live with it, as long as the plants that supply energy are not uprooted, this projection cannot be destroyed.

"For more than ten years, I haven't seen this new world that is completely different." He didn't care about the things he left in Tianqing for the time being, but chose to go around the world.

In the past few years, Bai Mo has plundered the memories of sentient beings through the virtual reality system, and it also takes more time to digest them in order to convert them into resources to continue to move forward.

Instead of using the current weak projection to go back to Tianqing to fight wits and courage with that group of people, it is better to wait for the body to fully adapt to the power in the body, and then use absolute power to crush the past.

The tiger that has eaten enough to look at the hyena next to him always seems more tolerant, but how long this tolerance lasts depends on the tiger's digestion speed.

As for the power to restrain his return, Bai Mo roughly estimated that if he was hit head-on, he would have the qualifications to hurt him, but because the controller himself was not at the level enough, it was actually like that.

"After the opening of the Nine Nether Realms, the level of aura has dropped again, and the upper limit of passive evolution has also been reduced, and it will probably be more difficult for later people to climb up."

As the "innate beings" who face the outbreak of aura, the pioneer dividends they have obtained are quite rich, and in the case of knowing little about all kinds of things, they have completed all the links of passive evolution in one or two years at the speed of a rocket, and directly entered the fusion period.

Even Cheng Mu and the other old people at that time only encountered the first threshold - brain psionization after they piled themselves into the middle of the fusion period.

But today, ten years later, with the reduction of the level of aura, entering the fusion stage itself has become a threshold, blocking a large number of cultivators who are hovering in the fate field stage.

There are already many people who have guessed that perhaps over time, the fate stage itself will become a level, making the path of cultivation more and more difficult.

It's not that no one has tried to reverse this trend of re-entering the era of the end of the law, but after ten years of countless research, people still don't know anything about the nature of Reiki, it is like a piece of encrypted and encapsulated program code, leaving only some interfaces in the world that can be used, but there is no way to parse the principle.

Therefore, at this time, human beings who have nothing to do can only choose to embark on the road of plundering the heavens, and use the spiritual energy resources that appear on other planets to make up for the gap on the earth and their own never-ending desires, at least this plan is technically feasible.

And what the Dark Spirit Rice did was nothing more than decompose the mutated creatures and let the aura they absorbed into their bodies return to the environment.

"It's almost good, there shouldn't be so many boring relationships between people, these meaningless silk threads will be cut by me." After leaving an inexplicable sentence, the white shadow turned into a wisp of light smoke and disappeared.

"Something seems wrong." After the white shadow disappeared, the Red World Disciple and Gaia, who were trapped in the Nine Nether Realm, felt that something was wrong.

"Could it be that he secretly descended his power to Earth?" They didn't think their whims were delusional, and they began to test each other.

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"His power in this world has not changed in the slightest, and there should be no outward projection of power." Although it was difficult to convey their own information to the outside world, except for the two layers that Bai Mo deliberately hidden, it was not much difficulty for the two of them to perceive the situation in other places in the Nine Nether Realm.

The most helpless situation for idealists is when their own cannons can't work. This group of Fire Mist Warriors trapped in the Nine Nether Realm fell into an embarrassing situation at this time.

After further transformation by the Red World, each of them has become a warrior with a firm belief in the red light, and with the infectious power of their respective languages, there is no doubt that they are excellent leaders on the earth, and it is not difficult to develop new members and then pull up a small team.

But in this world, all monsters have fallen into a mess without reason and logic, any persuasion is meaningless, and the premise that the truth is within the range of the cannon is also based on the premise that both sides have basic logic, at least the other party must be afraid of death, and the cannon is meaningful.

The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?

However, for this kind of monster that has a strong tendency to destroy, and the objects of destruction even include themselves, even if they are all killed, it will not change anything.

Faced with the never-ending slaughter, some of the Fire Mist Warriors began to doubt the meaning of their existence. These monsters are so easy to kill that they don't need any tactics or skills at all, they don't know how to dodge, and sometimes they even stick their heads on the knife.

"What the hell are we killing all these things every day?"

"To live." Feng Buregret, who was growing up in the killing, said such a sentence in a firm tone, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

As a biological genius, but depressed in the laboratory, he rarely had such an opportunity to study these chaotic mutated creatures in the field.

The blueprint of their bodies is the half-tube of the Abyss Bloodline, and the predecessor of the Abyss Bloodline is the essence of the blood of countless mutated creatures, which can be called a priceless treasure.

Although he believes in the idea of red light, he is still the genius who loves to study at heart, and for him, such a hellish world may be more comfortable than the world where human relationships are tossed every day.

"No matter how many we kill, new demons will crawl out of that unknown river the next day." These irrational things, the warriors call demons.

"Where is the source of the river?" Someone else asked about it.

"There have been three groups of people who have been curious about this question before, but without exception, they have not found the answer they want since they left the team."

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