The Original Seeker Chapter 278: Gap
After finishing his system in 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.
is now in the extreme night, 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 is resistant to killing other people. It’s just that 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 out 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 Star Dharma body fused into the body seems to have a strange reaction with the spiritual picture of Dongtiantianxuan, making him look like he is both far away in the sky and close in front of him, presenting a rather contradictory one. 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 the Antarctic continent 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 didn't plan to return to Huaya immediately. A 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. 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 are unwilling to be controlled by the strict laws inside, but are worried about being looted, live scattered in the 100-kilometer buffer zone of various warlords and Gistis.
sporadic, you can still see a round of religious missionaries shuttled in tents. The more suffering, the more people place their hopes on religion. On the African continent, many places are active The figure of the priest.
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 get excited.
Especially in the following years, Hou Zi, through the killing of a large number of officials, and from the words in their minds, gradually inferred the complete content of the transaction between Bai Mo and the entire upper-level dark, and then realized why he was only because he was wrong. In a few words, it ended up like this.
"Bai Mo!!!" Hou Zi's angry mental fluctuations condensed into a real shock, 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 toward Red Mist.
For him, this level of impact is no different from a breeze blowing on his face.
Hou 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, although he There are 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, suddenly tumbling like boiling water.
"I have learned." As soon as the voice fell, an incalculable amount of white mist began to gush out from the back of the white ink, and the endless mist began to flow around 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 he might have a fake brain on his head.
Bai Mo did not explain, but continued to radiate his huge Xuanhua, allowing it to drown out everything around him.
People who originally lived in the outskirts of Gistis saw this erupting like a natural disaster. Most of them were scared to move. Not everyone turned around and fled when faced with a tsunami that was hundreds of meters high. Of courage.
"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~IndoMTL.com~ Although he was also shocked by the opponent's learning speed, he immediately recovered and defended himself.
However, the accumulation of white ink is so huge. In 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, and Hou Zi, who has been in displacement before, is not at the same level of development speed.
And the advantages of Lingtu are also being highlighted little by little. Unlike the low-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 spiritual materials and restrict them. The speed of development is actually the amount that can be absorbed every day.
The number of spirit maps that are composed of a large number of spirit hubs, the number that can be absorbed every day obviously far exceeds that of other people who have only two to three spirit hubs.
The white mist flooded everything in a radius of a hundred miles, and the amount was nearly ten times that of the surrounded red mist.
"Your efficiency is too low, let me teach you."
Under the words of Baimo, 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 is in the middle of the red mist, knows for the first time that he has transformed into a gaseous state. It is also possible that Xuanhua, who is not under his control, may change his structure on his own.
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.