After Bai Mo sorted out his system in detail at Jidian, he began to continue his journey to Antarctica.

No matter how far you go, what comes into view will always be a piece of white that makes ordinary people feel desperate.

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

It is the extreme night period, and even this pitiful 2% is submerged in the wind and snow, but it is precisely such an uninhabited land that allows him to practice controlling his own strength freely.

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

For him, the most precious wealth of life is a soul that can think freely, and only those who live can squeeze out greater benefits.

Especially now that with the VR system, this point becomes more prominent after he can read most people's memories. Human imagination is not necessarily linked to actual power, and the weak can also provide some potentially useful ideas.

The Star Dharma Body, which fused into his body, seemed to have a strange reaction with the spiritual map of Cave Sky Xuan, making him look like he was far away from the sky and in front of him, presenting a rather contradictory superposition state.

He finally saw the sea after walking and stopping for more than ten days.

The area of ​​the Antarctic continent in winter is a large area that exceeds the area in summer. Bai Mo is currently standing at the location of the southern hemisphere, if it is in the summer of the southern hemisphere, it is just a vast ocean.

Within a few thousand meters around him, all creatures were instinctively afraid to approach, even though he had already put away all the light, it seemed that the location was a bit uncertain.

Bai Mo did not plan to return to Hua Ya immediately. Part of his soul controlled the entire test site, and there was nothing urgent at the moment.

According to the original plan, he should go to South Africa to see the Gistis, who represents justice with his own eyes. Compared to the boring transfer of power in China, Bai Mo was more interested in this country established by an idealist.

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

The red mist that could not be seen at first glance was stretched for dozens of kilometers, separating the city inside from the evil outside like a city wall.

A large number of people who are unwilling to be subject to strict legal controls but are worried about being plundered live in a 100-kilometer buffer zone between various warlords and Gistis.

There are still scattered stars, and you can see missionaries of a round of religions traveling through tents. The more suffering the more people place their hopes on religion. There are many places on the African continent.

Bai Mo's arrival immediately caused a violent commotion in Hongwu. Tracing the root cause, Hou Zi was kicked out of the intelligence department because something went wrong with handling his affairs back then, and finally embarked on this path of no return to pursue justice and resisting reality.

This dark core that he had never forgotten appeared in front of him today, how could he not be excited?

Especially in the following years, through killing a large number of officials, Hou Zi gradually inferred the complete content of Bai Mo's dark transaction with the entire upper class from the words in their minds, and only then did he know why he ended up like this just because he said a few wrong words.

"Bai Mo!!!!" Hou Zi's angry mental fluctuations condensed into a substantial impact, sweeping towards the other party.

"Red Mist's creativity is perfect, but unfortunately your strength is zero." He didn't even make a defensive posture and walked straight towards Red Mist.

This level of impact is no different to him from the breeze blowing on his face.

Hou Zi naturally knew that his random attack would 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 entire country. A few years have passed, and although he has been adventures one after another, the enemy has definitely not been in vain.

It was the first time people in and outside the fog saw this level of chaos. The red fog in the ancient well was always waveless, and suddenly rolled like boiling water.

"I have learned it." As soon as he finished speaking, an incalculable amount of white mist began to gush out from Bai Mo's back, and endless mist began to surge around like huge waves.

"How is that possible!!! It took me half a year to think of the changes in Xuanhua's phase, you learned it in half a minute?!" Hou Zi suddenly felt that the one on his head might have a fake brain.

Bai Mo did not explain, but continued to spread his huge Xuanhua and let it drown everything around him.

Most of the people who originally lived outside Gistis were frightened and unable to move when they saw this outbreak like a natural disaster. Not everyone had the courage to turn around and escape when facing a tsunami that was hundreds of meters high.

"I am a pioneer, he is just a later learner, so it's normal for the speed to be different..." Hou Zixuan explained himself.

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

However, the accumulation of white ink is so huge that in the past two years, the consumption of various spiritual materials alone has reached nearly 10 million every day. All of these are to promote the expansion of spiritual maps and thus increase the number of Xuanhuas that can be controlled.

From this point of view alone, there is now only one small African country with a total population of less than 100,000. Hou Zi, who had been displaced before, has a development speed of nowhere at the same level.

Moreover, the advantages of the spiritual map are also highlighted little by little. Unlike the lower-level practitioners who are worried about resources, at least during this period of time, for those with upper-level abilities, they almost do not need to worry about spiritual materials. What limits their development speed is actually the amount they can absorb every day.

The number of spiritual maps composed of a large number of spiritual pivots can be absorbed per day is obviously far more than that of other people with only two to three spiritual pivots.

The white mist flooded everything within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the number was nearly ten times that of the surrounded red mist.

"Your efficiency is too low, I'll teach you."

In a word from Bai Mo, the endless white mist 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 fog, knew for the first time that Xuanhua, who had become a gaseous state, might even be out of his control and change the structure independently.

With the emergence of the improved structure, he felt that the burden on his spiritual pivot had been reduced a lot. Now he could support the generation of more Xuanhua, which means that the Red Mist Kingdom can extend outward again.

"Why?" Hou Zi asked in confusion. He clearly had a terrifying murderous intent towards him, but the other party was raising his strength regardless of the situation.
Chapter completed!