Bai Lotian stood in front of the wall, clenched his hands into fists, waved, and said "Hi", as if he was cheering himself up, or he knew that there was a lot of danger ahead, but he wanted to face the difficulties.

He stood there, closed his eyes and was quiet for a few minutes, letting out a few breaths to calm his excitement.

Finally, he stretched out his right hand and pressed his fingers to the green, blue, yellow, orange, and red patterns on the picture in turn.

There was a slight "bang", and the entire ground fell down instantly, like an earthquake, but not as violently as a landslide.

They are like animals in a cage, watching the cage fall, but they can only pray silently in their hearts, and there is nothing they can do.

In just a few tens of seconds, the floor landed smoothly, and like the elevator, the wall in front of them opened, and the row of sharp knives above the heads of the two disappeared.

As he stepped out of the "cage", Paul couldn't believe it all and whispered, "What's going on?"

"The password is actually very simple, it is to find the color of the five warning signs of the hurricane, you need to press it from low to high, but you need to use your brain to find it. ”

"It's really brain-burning, I don't know which talented fairy designed it, and it almost killed the two of us. ”

Suddenly there was a large space in the darkness, a round vaulted hall, the floor was made of dark marble, the ceiling was depicted with a corrugated black and white pattern, the high arched ceiling was like a dark vault, and the whole hall was shrouded in a tomb-like atmosphere.

The hall was crowded with people, all dressed in black burqas and black hoods. They faced forward with their backs up, their hands held high above their heads, and they closed their eyes and sang loudly, so loudly that no one noticed the arrival of a stranger.

Looking at the crowd, after the two looked at each other, they lowered their hoods, sang loudly in their mouths, and only knew what they were singing, lowered their heads and blended into the crowd, and quietly squeezed forward.

After about ten minutes, the lights flashed in front of them, illuminating about a fifth of the area in front of them, and people slowly opened their eyes to adjust to the sudden bright light, and the cacophony stopped abruptly, and people lowered their arms and hung down to their sides.

Bai Lotian saw a protruding high platform in front of him, nearly one meter high, and in the center of the platform stood a man in a black robe, with his hood resting behind his head, about sixty years old, not very tall, facing the crowd under the stage. On the left side of the platform stood four men, all dressed in black burqas and hoods, of varying heights, and on the right there were three men, in the middle of whom were dressed in gray suits with gray hair, and on either side of him stood two tall and thin men, dressed exactly like those on the left, like two bouquets of black roses on the floor.

There was a burst of frenzied shouts from the audience, who saluted and cheered to the people on the stage, like a tsunami, and their feet stepped rhythmically on the ground, forming a huge wave of sound that echoed in this circular building.

In the hustle and bustle of "Long live the sect leader" like a tsunami, from between the shoulders and bodies, the two of them bowed their heads and squeezed through the crowd, moving forward slowly, occasionally someone looked at them, but no one cared who they were or what they wanted to do.

They moved until they were close to the high platform before they stopped and slowly looked up at the platform in front of them.

In the crowd, everyone's eyes eagerly looked at the high platform in front of them, as well as the every move of the people on the high platform, their eyes showed a look of admiration and love, and they shouted slogans loudly from time to time, clapping their hands vigorously, forming a wave-like sound wave.

Intuitively, Bai Lotian thought that a religious ceremony was being held here, and below were devout believers, and the leader or religious leader on the stage should be the leader or religious leader, who were preaching the faith of the religion and instilling the divine power of religious thoughts, which made these people so fanatical and so dedicated, so that Bai Letian's curiosity was aroused, and he looked up and wanted to see the dignity of the people on the stage.

When the audience quieted down a little, the man standing in the center of the stage waved to everyone in the audience. His eyes are blazing, with the magic that penetrates everything, and when he speaks, his voice is loud, and the aftersound echoes in every corner of the hall, and it is full of magnetism and demagogy, so that the listener has to agree with his point of view, and his tone is subdued, like reciting poetry, sometimes like a trickle, sometimes like a mountain and a sea, both vigorous and logical.

In the past, he often could not understand the fanatical behavior of some religious believers, but now, he understands that people's potential is unlimited, as long as they can touch the depths of people's spirits and touch their souls, everything is possible, this is the power of faith.

Just when Bai Lotian looked up at the sect leader and the two looked at each other, Bai Lotian was surprised to find that the sect leader was actually him!

It's him!