At the China Central Research Institute, everyone frowned and began to think hard.

"Why move towards the Antarctic."

"What's the deep meaning?"

The body of the real god in the alien space is the same as before. It radiates colorful light from the inside out, and there is no trace of golden color.

Three years ago, more than a hundred people became saints, including fifteen geniuses.

In addition, the technological power of a number of powerful attack plans barely kills the real god in the alien space.

The situation this year is bad,

The greatest catastrophe in history,

Only eleven geniuses became the saint, and the third genius of China cut a sword, which greatly reduced its combat power, which was estimated to be comparable to the peak of becoming the saint, which means that the battlefield in the southern hemisphere has fallen into an unprecedented disaster.

Because there is no suicide attack plan.

The power of the saint's life exchanged for the power of the attack is the key to victory. Without the successive sacrifice of each saint's saint, even if Tang Hong is rational and out of control, he would not even think of killing that golden body.

"Although North and South Poles are forbidden areas for gods, after we experimented with divine bones, the severe cold magnetic field of North and South Poles weakened the divine body at best... We cannot use the North and South Poles for the time being to deal with gods in different spaces for the time being, and we cannot find a suitable solution."

"I want me to say that the genius should not move towards the Antarctic Circle."

"right."

“It should be facing north.”

"Short the distance between the two battlefields as much as possible and reduce support time may be effective."

Everyone whispered, their expressions shrouded in haze, and there was no hope at this moment.

Adhering to a scientific and rigorous attitude and speaking with objective facts, all data in the battlefield briefing in the Southern Hemisphere show that this victory rate is zero.

As for the northern hemisphere supporting the southern hemisphere?

First, there are serious casualties in the battlefield in the northern hemisphere and are unable to support it.

Secondly, the distance is too far, and there are about 13,000 kilometers between the two places - the world's most advanced fighter jets today are more than 3,000 kilometers, and the combat radius is not that far.

Even without considering fuel consumption, it takes more than four hours of support time.

Four hours are too long!

The battle of catastrophe changes rapidly, and the high-intensity, high frequency and high rhythm of the gods does not give people a chance to breathe.

The other side.

Jiang Lulu's eyes widened, her little face was filled with cheerful surprises.

"Tang Hong really beat him to death."

"So powerful, so cruel, so domineering!!"

Jiang Lulu couldn't help but scream in a low voice.

She is now a real top-notch.

All mentality and thinking styles are very different from those of golden and red and ordinary people.

Because breaking the limit of willpower.

Taboo behaviors of willpower: anxiety, panic, resentment; fatigue, hunger, sleepy!

The first three taboos are negative emotions, and they must be restrained... The last three taboos are human instincts. They should rest when they are tired, eat when they are hungry, and sleep when they are sleepy. Therefore, ordinary people can distinguish between changes in their minds and when they are happy and when they are sad.

For example, Jiang Lulu’s idea is very simple.

"The southern hemisphere belongs to the southern hemisphere."

"Don't worry about how terrible that god is, how disadvantageous the battlefield in the southern hemisphere is, at least the northern hemisphere will win."

She clenched her small fists, waved her a few times in the air, and then jumped on the spot. Her noble golden ponytails also shook, and her chest, which was extremely inconsistent with her figure, also rose and fall.

...

Yellow River Headquarters.

Peng Ming and Li Guanglei looked at each other, and couldn't stop smiling: "If the north wins, it's just the south. No matter what the result will be in midsummer this year, we will give all of it and we will not regret losing."

"Is Tang Hong okay?"

"There has never been a profit from the path to becoming a saint. Such a terrifying explosion will have to pay the corresponding price."

The two of them looked at each other speechlessly, both worried about Tang Hong and for the future.

After midsummer, there will be unprecedented challenges.

Suddenly, Peng Ming glanced at Li Guanglei and said in awe: "I was so nervous just now, I didn't notice... You used this to break the third limit of willpower?"

"kindness."

Li Guanglei showed a modest smile on his face.

With blessings reaching the heart and cleverly taking advantage of the situation, he became a pioneer.

Otherwise, according to the prediction given by Peng Ming, he will have hope of breakthroughs in at least one or two years.

"Not bad." Peng Ming nodded: "Whether we rely on will and beliefs and use the power of sensibility, we will have miracles."

Li Guanglei: "I took the opportunity to break through, and it was incomparable to your own breakthrough." Li Guanglei's first belief was that a soldier died for his confidant. When the curtain was unveiled this summer, Fang Nanxun, who had always believed in him and had high hopes, was fighting to the death. Tang Hong, who was willing to fight side by side with him, was fighting to the death. He was watching the battle in the rear and could not do anything. He could only pray silently, waiting for the battlefield briefings, and was not qualified to go up to die.

Extreme torture and guilt drives belief drives will break the third limit.

"This is a trick."

"It will be difficult for me to make any progress in the future." Li Guanglei did not hide this. He insisted on the principle of dealing with people in dealing with things that he could not speak to others.

Hearing this.

Peng Ming shrugged and said helplessly: "You must believe that miracles will always happen, just like we will win this battle."

Li Guanglei was stunned for a moment.

How to find a balance between reason and sensibility is something that everyone is exploring, and everyone has their own answer.

And not far away.

Top Fan Xu Yunhan looked complicated with a complex face and looked at Li Guanglei.

Fan had a sharp senses, and she noticed that Li Guanglei's aura had skyrocketed and had another breakthrough.

"The pioneer?"

Xu Yunhan couldn't believe it, but had to believe it. She couldn't help but recall a long time ago, when she and the head nurse Lin Yu decided to hand over the pass to Li Guanglei for the laboratory where the self-destruction of the 19-type treatment equipment were located. This is how things are unpredictable.

...

Heiji partition.

Headquarters of Rice Flower Organization.

The beautiful woman Zhu Guo held up a creamy white makeup box with a unique and delicate shape in her hand.

Not opened.

Floating over the palm.

"Tang Hong."

She looked at the battlefield scene in the northern hemisphere, and the corners of her lips smiled like flowers blooming. At this time, silence is better than sound.

"The real god in the alien space."

She looked at the southern hemisphere battlefield briefing again.

Hua Rong frowned.

Zhu Guo took a deep breath and raised her eyes. Her bright pupils seemed to reflect the strong fighting spirit of many ordinary people here.

If we don’t believe we will create miracles.

Who can be counted on to believe it?

This moment.

The command room was clearly silent with a needle that could be heard, but it seemed to echo with a shocking cry. It was everyone who shouted that the gods killed the Northern Hemisphere were unparalleled in the world, and it was everyone who prayed that the genius in the Southern Hemisphere would return to the triumphant return, including Zhu Guo’s pale face, which also showed brilliant colors.

No matter what,

No matter how dark and desperate it is,

Anyone who becomes a saint still has another possibility!

...

Sichuan and Shu District.

The headquarters of Wolong Organization.

Standard Sui Shuxiang lowered his head.

He opened his mouth and smiled silently, and cried as he smiled.
To be continued...