After Bai Mo sorted out his system in detail at the pole, he began to continue his journey to Antarctica. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

No matter how far you go, what you see will always be a white that makes ordinary people feel hopeless.

Only two percent of the entire Antarctica land has not been frozen for many years, but this kind of thing only happens during the short "summer" of Antarctica.

It was the polar night period, and even the pitiful two percent were drowned in the snowstorm, but it was such an uninhabited land that allowed him to practice controlling his strength freely.

It's not that he has any resistance to killing other people, it's just that Bai Mo has no interest in meaningless killing, and in most cases, the value created by the living is much greater than that of the dead.

For him, the most precious treasure of a life is the soul that can think freely, and only the living can squeeze out the greater good.

Especially now that he has a VR system and is able to read most people's memories, this is even more prominent. Human imagination is not necessarily linked to actual strength, and the weak can also provide some ideas that may be useful.

The Star Law Body that was fused into his body seemed to have a strange reaction with the spirit map of the Cave Sky Xuan, making his whole person look like he was both far away in the sky and close in front of him, showing a rather contradictory superposition.

All the way to the north, after more than ten days of walking and stopping, he finally saw the sea.

The size of the Antarctic continent in winter is much larger than in summer. The position where Bai Mo is standing now, if it is in the summer of the southern hemisphere, is nothing more than an ocean.

Within a few kilometers of him, all creatures instinctively did not dare to approach, even though he had now put away all his brilliance, but it seemed that his position was a little uncertain.

Bai Mo has no plans to return to Huaya immediately, a part of his Yuan Shen controls the entire test site, and there is nothing urgent for the time being.

According to the original plan, he should go to South Africa and see for himself the Gistis who represents justice. Rather than the boring transfer of power at home, Bai Mo is more interested in this country founded by an idealist.

After two days of flying thousands of kilometers, he finally landed less than two hundred meters away from the Red Mist Country, Gistis.

The endless red fog stretches for dozens of kilometers, isolating the city inside from the evil of the outside world like a city wall.

A large number of people who do not want to be subject to the strict laws inside, but who fear being plundered, live in a buffer zone of 100 kilometers between various warlords and Gistis.

Scattered and scattered missionaries can be seen shuttling through tents, and the deeper the suffering, the more people pin their hopes on religion, and pastors are active in many places on the African continent.

The arrival of Bai Mo immediately caused a violent commotion in the red mist. Tracing back to the source, Hou Zi was kicked out of the intelligence department because of the problem with handling him back then, and finally embarked on this road of no return to pursue justice and rebel against reality.

This dark core, which he had never forgotten, appeared alive in front of him today, how could he not be excited.

Especially in the following years, Hou Zi gradually deduced the complete content of Bai Mo's deal with the entire upper dark layer through the killing of a large number of officials, and from the few words in their minds, he knew why he ended up like this just because he said a few wrong words at that time.

"White Ink !!!" Hou Zi's angry mental fluctuations condensed into a substantial impact, and swept straight towards the other party.

"Red Mist's creativity is full marks, but it's a pity that your strength is zero." He didn't even make a defensive gesture, and walked straight towards the red mist.

This level of impact was no different to him than a breeze blowing in his face.

Hou Zi naturally knew that his casual blow could not be effective against the big enemy in front of him, as early as when he was still an ordinary person, the other party was already a strong man at the top of the entire country, and in the past few years, although he had many adventures, the enemy was definitely not in vain.

It was the first time that people inside or outside the fog had seen this level of chaos, and the red mist, which had always been waveless in the ancient well, suddenly kept tumbling like boiling water.

"I've learned." As soon as the words fell, an incalculable amount of white mist began to erupt from behind Bai Mo, and the endless mist began to surge towards all directions like a huge wave.

"How is that possible!! It took me half a year to come up with the Xuanhua phase change, and you learned it in half a minute?! Hou Zi suddenly felt that his head might be a fake brain.

Bai Mo didn't explain, just continued to diverge his huge Xuanhua, allowing it to drown everything around him.

Most of the people who originally lived on the outskirts of Gistis were so frightened that they couldn't move when they saw this erupt like a natural disaster, and not everyone had the courage to turn around and run away in the face of a tsunami hundreds of meters high.

"I'm a pioneer, he's just a later learner, it's normal for there to be differences in speed......" Hou Zi gave himself such an explanation.

As a strong man who grew up in heavy killings, although he was also shocked by the other party's learning speed, he immediately came back to his senses and did his defense.

However, the accumulation of white ink is so huge, in the past two years, the daily consumption of various spiritual materials alone is close to 10 million, all of which are to promote the expansion of the spiritual map, so as to increase the number of Xuanhua that can be controlled.

From this point alone, there is now only a small African country with a total population of less than 100,000 to support it, and it was even more of a displaced country before, and the speed of development is not at the same level at all.

And the advantages of the spirit map are also highlighting little by little, unlike the low-level cultivators who are worried about resources, at least during this time period, for the upper-level ability, there is almost no need to worry about the spirit material, what limits their development speed is actually the amount that can be absorbed every day.

The number of spiritual diagrams that can be absorbed by a large number of corpses per day is obviously far greater than that of others who only have two or three corpses.

The white mist drowned everything within a radius of a hundred miles, and the number was already close to ten times that of the red mist that was surrounded.

"You're too inefficient, I'll teach you."

Under Bai Mo's words, the endless white fog around penetrated into the red mist with an overwhelming advantage, constantly transforming the red mist that stretched for dozens of kilometers in the middle.

Hou Zi, who was in the middle of the red mist, knew for the first time that Xuanhua, who had become a gaseous state, could actually change the structure without his control.

With the appearance of the improved structure, he felt that the burden on his soul had been lightened a lot, and now he was able to support the generation of more Xuanhua, which meant that the Red Mist Realm could once again be extended outward.

"Why?" Hou asked puzzledly, obviously he had a terrifying killing intent towards him, but the other party raised his strength regardless of it.