After Bai Mo sorted out his system in detail at the pole, he continued his journey to the Antarctic.
No matter how far you go, what you see will always be a piece of white that makes ordinary people feel desperate.
Only 2% of the land in Antarctica is not frozen for a long time, but this kind of thing can only happen in the short "summer" in Antarctica.
Now it is the extreme night period, even this poor 2% is submerged in the wind and snow, but it is this uninhabited land that allows him to practice and control his power freely.
It's not that he has any resistance to killing other people, it's just that Bai Mo has no interest in meaningless killings. In most cases, the value created by living people is much greater than that of dead people.
For him, the most precious wealth of a life is a soul that can think freely, and only the living can extract greater benefits.
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Especially now that there is a VR system, and he can read the memories of most people, this becomes even more prominent. Human imagination is not necessarily linked to actual strength, and the weak can also provide some useful ideas.
The star dharma body fused into the body seemed to have a strange reaction with Dong Tianxuan's spiritual picture, making him look both far away in the sky and close in front of him, presenting a rather contradictory superposition state.
All the way to the north, after more than ten days of stop and go, he finally saw the sea.
The area of the Antarctic continent in winter is much larger than that in summer. Where Bai Mo is standing now, if it was summer in the southern hemisphere, it would be nothing but a vast ocean.
Within a few thousand meters around him, all creatures dare not approach him out of instinct, even though he has put away all the brilliance now, it just seems that his position is a bit unpredictable.
Bai Mo has no plans to return to Huaya immediately. Part of his soul controls the entire testing ground, and there is no urgent matter for the time being.
According to the original plan, he should go to South Africa to see Gistis who represents justice with his own eyes. Compared with the boring power transfer in the country, Bai Mo is more interested in this country established by an idealist.
After two days of flying thousands of kilometers, he finally landed at a position less than 200 meters away from the red mist country of Gistis.
The endless red mist stretches for dozens of kilometers, like a city wall, isolating the city inside from the evil outside.
A large number of people who don't want to be controlled by the strict laws inside, but are worried about being plundered, live scattered in the 100-kilometer buffer zone between various warlords and Gistis.
Sporadicly, you can still see the missionaries of the Round of Religion going through the tents one after another. The more suffering the place is, the more people place their hope in religion. On the African continent, there are priests active in many places. .
The arrival of Bai Mo immediately caused a violent commotion in Hong Wu. Tracing back to the source, Hou Zi was kicked out of the intelligence department because of a problem with his handling back then, and finally embarked on this path of no return of pursuing justice and resisting reality.
This dark core that he has never forgotten has appeared in front of him alive today, how can he not be excited.
Especially in the following years, Hou Zi gradually deduced the complete content of the dark transaction between Bai Mo and the entire upper class through the killing of a large number of officials from the few words in their minds, and only then did he know why he only said a few wrong words at that time. , it ended up like this.
"Bai Mo!!!" Hou Zi's angry mental fluctuations condensed into a real shock, and he swept straight at the opponent.
"Hong Wu's creativity is perfect, but unfortunately your strength is zero." He didn't even make a defensive posture, and walked straight towards Hong Wu.
To him, this level of impact was no different from the breeze blowing on his face.
Hou Zi naturally also knew that his random blow could not be effective against the enemy in front of him. As early as when he was an ordinary person, the opponent was already a strong man at the top of the whole country. But the enemy is definitely not in vain.
Whether it is people inside or outside the fog, this is the first time they have seen this level of chaos. The red mist that has always been an ancient well without waves suddenly churns like boiling water.
"I've learned it." As soon as the words fell, an incalculable amount of white mist began to spew out from behind Bai Mo, and the endless mist began to rush towards the surroundings like a huge wave.
"How is it possible!!! It took me half a year to figure out the phase change of Xuanhua, but you learned it in half a minute?!" Hou Zi suddenly felt that he might have a fake brain growing on his head.
Bai Mo didn't explain, but just continued to radiate his huge Xuanhua, allowing it to overwhelm everything around him.
People who originally lived on the outskirts of Gistis saw this erupt like a natural disaster, and most of them were too scared to move. Not everyone has the courage to turn around and run away when faced with a tsunami hundreds of meters high .
"I am a pioneer, he is just a later learner, it's normal to have a difference in speed..." Hou Zi gave himself such an explanation.
As a strong man who grew up in numerous killings, although he was also shocked by the opponent's learning speed, he immediately came back to his senses and prepared his own 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, now there is only a small African country with a total population of less than 100,000 to support, and Houzi, who has been living in exile before, has a development speed that is not on the same level at all.
Moreover, the advantages of the spiritual map are also becoming more and more prominent. Unlike the low-level practitioners who worry about resources, at least in this period of time, for the upper-level capable people, there is almost no need to worry about spiritual materials to limit their development speed. , is actually the amount that can be absorbed per day.
A spiritual map composed of a large number of spiritual pivots, the number that can be absorbed every day is obviously far more than that of other people who only have two to three spiritual pivots.
The white mist covered everything within a hundred miles, and the amount was nearly ten times that of the surrounding red mist.
"Your efficiency is too low, let me teach you."
With Bai Mo's words, the endless white mist around him 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, whose phase changed into a gaseous state, could change its structure independently without his control.
With the appearance of the improved structure, he felt that the burden on his spirit axis had been reduced a lot, and now it could support the generation of more Xuanhua, which meant that the Red Mist Kingdom could once again extend outward.
"Why?" Hou Zi asked in bewilderment, obviously he had a terrifying murderous intent towards him, but the other party continued to increase his strength regardless.