The Original Seeker

　　 After finishing his system in extreme detail, Bai Mo began to continue his journey to the Antarctic.

　　 No matter how far you go, what you see is always a piece of white that makes ordinary people feel desperate.

　　 Only 2% of the entire Antarctica has not been frozen for many years, but this kind of thing can only happen in the short "summer" of Antarctica.

　　 It is the extreme night time, and even this poor 2% is submerged in the wind and snow, but it is such an uninhabited land that allows him to practice controlling his power freely.

　　 It's not that he has any resistance to killing other people, but Bai Mo is not interested 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 asset of a life is a soul that can think freely, and only those who are alive can squeeze greater benefits.

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

　　 The stars Dharma body fused into the body seemed to have a strange reaction with the spiritual picture of Dongtiantianxuan, making him look as if he was far away in the sky or close in front of him, presenting a rather contradictory superposition state.

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

　　 The area of ​​Antarctica in winter is larger than that in summer. The position where Bai Mo is standing now, if in the southern hemisphere summer, is nothing but a vast ocean.

　　 Within a few kilometers around him, all creatures were instinctively afraid to approach, even if he had put away all the brilliance now, but it seemed that the position was a little unpredictable.

　　 Bai Mo has no plans to return to Huaya immediately. Part of his soul 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 to see the Gistis who represents justice with his own eyes. Compared with the boring transfer of power in China, Bai Mo is 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 away from Gistis, the country of red mist.

　　 The red fog that can't be seen at a glance, stretches for dozens of kilometers, like a city wall, isolating the city inside from the evil outside.

　　 A large number of people who do not want to be controlled by the strict laws inside, but are worried about being looted, live scattered in the 100-kilometer buffer zone between the warlords and Gistis.

Scattered, you can still see a round of religious missionaries shuttled in tents. The more suffering the place, the more people place their hopes on religion. On the African continent, many places are active in the presence of priests. .

The arrival of 　　 Baimo 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 a problem with his handling of his affairs, and finally embarked on this path of no return to seeking justice and resisting reality.

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

Especially in the following years, through the killing of a large number of officials, Hou Zi gradually inferred from the words in their minds the complete content of the transaction between Bai Mo and the entire upper-level dark, and then he knew why he was only because he said a few wrong words at the time. , It ended up like this.

　　 "Bai Mo!!!" Hou Zi's angry mental fluctuations condensed into a real impact, and he swept straight towards the opponent.

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

　　 For him, this level of impact is no different from a breeze blowing on his face.

Naturally, Hou Zi naturally 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 entire country. A few years have passed, even though he has had many adventures. But the enemy is definitely not in vain.

　　 It is the first time that people in the fog or outside the fog have seen this level of chaos. It has always been the red fog of the ancient well without waves, and it suddenly rolls continuously like boiling water.

　　 "I have learned it." As soon as the voice fell, an incalculable amount of white mist began to gush out from behind the white ink, and the endless mist began to rush to the surrounding like a huge wave.

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

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

People who originally lived outside Gistis saw this erupting like a natural disaster, and most of them were scared to move. Not everyone has the courage to turn around and run away in the face of a tsunami that is hundreds of meters high. .

　　 "I am a pioneer, he is just a later learner, and it is normal for the speed to vary..." Hou Zi gave himself such an explanation.

　　 As a strong man who has grown up in numerous killings~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although he was also shocked by the opponent's learning speed, he immediately recovered and did his own defense.

　　 However, the accumulation of Baimo is so huge. During the past two years, the daily consumption of various spiritual materials has been close to 10 million. All these are to promote the expansion of the spiritual map, thereby increasing the number of Xuanhua that can be controlled.

　　From this point alone, there is now only one small African country with a total population of less than 100,000. Hou Zi, who has been in displacement before, is not at the same level of development speed.

Moreover, the advantages of Lingtu are also highlighted little by little. Unlike the lower-level cultivators who worry about resources, at least for this time period, for the upper-level abilities, there is almost no need to worry about the spiritual materials and limit their development speed. , Is actually the amount that can be absorbed every day.

　　 The number of spiritual maps that are composed of a large number of spiritual hubs, the number that can be absorbed every day obviously far exceeds that of other people who have only two to three spiritual hubs.

　　 The white mist flooded everything in a radius of a hundred miles, and the amount was close to ten times that of the surrounded red mist.

　　 "Your efficiency is too low, let me teach you."

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

　　 Hou Zi, who was in the middle of the red mist, knew that Xuanhua had become a gaseous phase for the first time. It was also possible that Xuanhua could change its structure without his own control.

　　 With the appearance of the improved structure, he feels that the burden on his spiritual axis has been reduced a lot, and now he can support the generation of more Xuanhua, which means that the Red Mist Kingdom can once again extend outward.

　　 "Why?" Hou Zi asked inexplicably, obviously he was holding a terrifying killing intent towards him, but the other party raised his own strength regardless.