The crowd looked down.

Under his feet are cyan boulders, wide and vast.

Little by little, the glimmer of light comes from under everyone's feet, and then turns into a slender stream that merges ahead.

The moss was silently scorched and evaporated by the cold light, or the moment the altar was inexplicably activated, the dust and moss covered it fulfilled its mission.

The black stone surface is depicted with intricate patterns.

"One, two, three......"

"Twenty-one streams of light correspond to twenty-one of us."

Lu Meng narrowed his eyes.

The strong Lan Tai raised his hands and shook his fists slightly, and the twisted mist around him increased a little more.

It's just that these abundant star source powers were weakened by a layer the moment they just appeared.

Visible to the naked eye, the mist was pulled from the edge and fell into the boulder lines beneath his feet.

Not just Lantai, but everyone who stood on the altar.

"Our qi is passing."

"This altar is drawing our strength in a way that doesn't get boring."

Mr. July also did an experiment.

Thin and draped in a black robe, he stretched out his right hand, leaned over and pressed his palm directly to the ground.

In an instant, the black robe around him was windless, and the surging mist rose up and soared into the sky.

Among them, it is strong, endless, and galloping.

Perhaps at this moment, people will remember the fact that Mr. July is the king of war.

Together with the ink master, the remaining twenty people could clearly see the light flowing under Mr. July's body lit up, and it became brighter and brighter, and the originally subtle shimmer of light became thicker and thicker at this moment.

"The light."

Mr. July's right hand was still pressed against the stone surface, and he continued to convey the star source power.

The crowd followed his gaze and looked at the beam of light in the center of the altar again.

If the original glimmer was as thick as a little finger, then it is already as thick as a ring finger at this moment, although it is very subtle, but the change can be seen after all.

"The beam is growing."

"The ground is shaking."

Boom!

In the distance, a stone slab suddenly bounced diagonally and was fixed at a 45-degree angle.

Hula.

Another bang.

One after another, the stone slabs in the field of vision stand diagonally in layers.

Apparently, they had touched the second layer of the altar.

There was a faint glint in Mr. July's eyes.

"The mural that Lord Mo is looking at, the second one on the left hand."

As soon as his deep voice sounded, Lu Meng chuckled lightly and followed suit: "Torch, sacrifice, ring, sun and moon. ”

Mr. July's eyes narrowed, Lu Meng's thoughts, talents, and strength are all excellent choices, and after the misunderstanding is cleared up, he can only admire Lord Mo's gaze now.

Just when everyone's curiosity was aroused and they were waiting for the next words, Lu Meng stopped, and in the words of the industry, it was called a sudden disconnection.

On such a solemn occasion, Lu Meng's blunt operation instantly made people's faces as uncomfortable as constipation.

Mr. July looked at Lu Meng's gesture of raising his chin, looked at the people who began to think, and continued: "What Lu Meng said is right. ”

"When we light this altar, it can be understood that we are lighting a torch."

"We dedicate our strength to this altar, which can be understood as a sacrifice in a stroke."

"But are there any rings and the sun and moon left?" Liu Mei's cold and melodious voice sounded.

"The ultimate line needs imagination to unlock. The altar is circular in shape, but the circular lines in the frescoes are not coherent. ”

After Mr. July's reminder, everyone frowned and pondered, and suddenly realized that this seemed to be true.

"That's right, it's fine dots."

The deep voice of the ink lord came, and the final word was heard.

The rings on the mural are one ring after another, but each ring is not a coherent line, but a dot of dots.

At first glance, it looks like a ring, but if you look closely, you will notice the difference.

"So, let's make a bold assumption, the black dot can be seen as the people who worship the torch, that is, us who give our strength." Mr. July's words made everyone's hearts sink, and their thoughts began to be involuntarily drawn to this idea.

For a while, I found that this idea was really feasible.

So everyone held back the excitement in their hearts and waited for the next analysis.

It is worthy of being the core circle of the Stealing Organization, with the same realm and the same ideal, so it is naturally easy to agree with the reasonable analysis put forward by the members of it.

And the center of the ring of the mural is also a dot. That means that according to the third pattern, the object of human worship is not the center of nothingness, but the same human beings as them. ”

"So, what when one person stands within the central beam of light, and we, like these crowds of worshippers who worship the glory of the torch, stand on the altar and continue to give our strength?"

At this moment, the huge altar was not bounced up in the area where only the twenty-one of them were standing.

Obviously, this was the spontaneous reaction of the altar.

And then ...... According to the murals, we will usher in the scorching sun and bright moon that ancient humans believed in the most. ”

"From another point of view, the sun and the moon represent—"

"Gods!" The ink lord's voice was flat.

The crowd was in a trance.

At this time, the breeze blew, and I realized that because of the concentration just now, my back was actually dripping with cold sweat.

Moreover, above the altar, within the scope of the fog analyzer, a real sense of "fog" began to form, which was different from the mutant red fog, which was a fog that simply filled the field of vision and obscured the eyes.

"Who's standing up?"

One person spoke, and finally threw out the core question.

Everyone looked at the beam, which could be said to be dim, connecting the sky and the earth.

If you simply follow what Mr. July said, it may be a great opportunity.

But why are there no gods in the world?

What is the sun and the moon?

Behind the opportunity is also great danger.

If the last person to sit inside is not a god, but a sacrifice......

Then you will become a pioneer of the organization.

"Speculation is just speculation, and since I made it, I have a reason to be this pioneer. Please be wise and merciful Lord Mo to give the old servant this opportunity. Mr. July looked at the beam of light with a vision for the future, a nostalgia for the past, and a relief at the worst consequences.

"Hey, old fellow."

Lu Meng's voice suddenly came from the side, and everyone looked over, only to see Lu Meng raise one hand and wave his hand indifferently.

Mr. July's face flushed, "Are you doubting the loyalty of the old man? ”

"Don't mention this kind of thing, I doubt it to everyone except Lord Mo." Lu Meng yawned, and almost caused Mr. July to run wild.

But the next sentence quieted Mr. July.

"The mind of the thinker should always be in absolute silence."

"So this thing ......"

Everyone was in a trance, did this guy continue to die to be the first experiment?