"Impossible! With so many pairs of eyes staring at it, where else can the Wind King's Orb go?"

The man in golden robe and mask said coldly:

"The orb must be in the square. Let me search it carefully and dig three feet into the ground to find the orb!"

However.

Half an hour later, they searched up and down the high platform, around the square, and even the four stone bridges, but still could not find the Wind King's Orb.

A man in white said tremblingly:

"Yes, could it be that Qin Wuyue blew the orb into the crocodile pond when he cast a spell indiscriminately?"

The man in the golden robe and mask snorted coldly:

"The Wind King's Orb will not sink when it enters water. If it falls into a crocodile pond, it will float above the water."

Another man in white said with a trembling voice:

"Then, could it be swallowed by the crocodile?"

The crocodile is the monster beast that looks like a giant crocodile in the crocodile pond.

Because of its spines on its back and its skin covered with scales, it looks like a short and fat version of a dragon at first glance, so it is known as the "flood crocodile".

The man in golden robe and mask said coldly:

"Nonsense! If a low-level monster like the crocodile swallows the Wind King's Orb, it will explode and die immediately."

Another man in white said:

"Could it be...that it was taken into a storage magic weapon by some monk?"

The man in the golden robe and mask laughed angrily and shouted:

"Absurd! All the monks who entered the square have died in full view of the public. The square has also been searched. Where can you find any storage instruments?

"What's more, with the size of the Wind King's orb, only the 'Secret Realm of Heaven and Earth' of the First-Rank Great Master can carry it. Even if someone carries a storage magic weapon, it is impossible to store the orb in it. The storage magic weapon requires

Stretched out!"

Having said that, it is a fact that the Wind King's Orb has disappeared inexplicably.

The man in the golden robe and mask looked at his men in white who were hunched over with their hands lowered and trembling, not daring to take a breath. He knew that he could not count on them now, so he had to take out a bronze mirror from his arms, bite the tip of his tongue, and blood spurted out from the tip of his mouth.

Go up and pour the true energy into the mirror.

This man in a gold robe and mask seemed to be a third-level warrior, and the sword he used to kill Qin Wuyue was also a fourth-level sword.

Although he did not believe that the Wind King's Orb would sink into the crocodile pond or be swallowed by the crocodile, the treasure was of great importance, and he had no choice but to expend his essence, blood, and energy to search for it with magic weapons.

I don’t know how much vitality has been poured into it.

The surface of the bronze mirror finally bloomed with scorching crystal light.

The man in the gold robe and mask raised the bronze mirror, and a crystal light beam shot out from the mirror, like a beam from a searchlight, towards the crocodile pond.

Under the reflection of the crystal light beam, all the crocodiles in the crocodile pond were completely transparent, and the internal bones, cranial cavity, internal organs and even the food in the belly were all illuminated in detail.

The spiritual things that sank to the bottom of the pool were also fully reflected in the mirror.

Just when the man in the golden robe and mask was holding a precious mirror, he was searching the crocodile pond.

In the crocodile pond.

A small red carp about a foot long, holding a half-bald brush, was swimming leisurely in the turbid water against the mud at the bottom of the pond.

There are many crocodiles in the pond, and from time to time, a huge shadow more than two feet long will slowly slide over the little red carp.

But not a single crocodile was interested in the little red carp, and even seemed to be avoiding it.

The little red carp just swam leisurely, and from time to time, he used a semi-bald brush to lightly tap on a bone sunk at the bottom of the pond.

Many bones sank to the bottom of the pool, and it could even be said that there were broken bones everywhere.

But the little red carp is very picky, or it has a clear purpose. It turns a blind eye to most of the bones, and occasionally touches a certain bone with the pen. The bones touched by the pen will disappear out of thin air.

Just when the little red carp put away another slender arm bone, suddenly, it seemed to have noticed something. It swung its tail, lowered its head a little, and buried the half-bald brush in the mud at the bottom of the pond. Then it itself Disappeared without a trace.

Just a few breaths after the little red carp disappeared, a huge beam of light with a radius of three feet slowly swept across the bottom of the pond.

When the beam of light sweeps across the bottom of the pool, all spiritual objects buried in the mud, such as broken magic weapons, spiritual iron and gold, spiritual trees and grass, etc., will flicker with a faint light.

Only the half-bald brush buried in the mud showed no response, as if it had no intelligence at all.

Outside the crocodile pond.

The man in the gold robe and mask held up a bronze mirror and walked around the square, illuminating the crocodile pond around the square inch by inch, but still could not find any trace of the Wind King's Orb.

Now the man in the gold robe and mask was no longer calm. He grasped the bronze mirror with his palms unconsciously, his knuckles turned white and his sleeves trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath and said decisively:

"Call people! All the people who can be mobilized, whether they are monks or warriors, are all mobilized to drain the water in the pond, clear out all the silt, dig out everything at the bottom of the pond, and investigate one by one!"

All the people in white took the order and left, but the man in the golden robe and mask continued to stay on the square, searching with the bronze mirror.

Two hours later, the man in the golden robe and mask had excessive energy and blood loss, and his true energy was almost exhausted. Exhausted mentally and physically, he could only tremble and sit down cross-legged on the top of the high platform, take the elixir and meditate to rest.

Even when he was recovering from meditation, he still took advantage of the high platform and the favorable location to pay attention to the movements in the surrounding crocodile ponds.

Unfortunately, apart from the movement of the crocodiles, there was nothing unusual in the crocodile pond.

Well, there is also a little red carp swimming leisurely against the mud at the bottom of the pond.

But its breath seems to be completely integrated into the turbid water, as if its entire body is made of water and is part of the water. When it swims, it is as if the water itself is flowing, without even the slightest abnormal agitation. .

Even if the man in the golden robe and mask has a third-level cultivation level, he cannot detect its existence at all.

The little red carp just swam leisurely and continued to collect some special bones.

It will never touch or even look at anything other than bones, even if it is spiritual iron, gold, spiritual wood, spiritual grass, or magical weapons that still have a little power left in front of them.

After three or four hours like this, almost all the bones were collected, and the men and horses mobilized by the man in the golden robe and mask also arrived in the square.

There are nearly a hundred people, including more than twenty monks and more than seventy warriors.

The lowest martial artist has a sixth-grade cultivation level, and there are seven of them who have a fourth-grade cultivation level.

The lowest level of monks is seventh grade, there are three fifth grade monks, and one fourth grade monk.

After the personnel were transferred, the man in the golden robe and mask took matters into his own hands, opening the mechanism and emptying the pool water.

When the mechanism is activated, countless tachyon-sized holes appear on the wall and bottom of the crocodile pool.

The water in the pool drains from these numerous holes.

Because the hole is narrow, the wall of the pool is three feet thick, and there is a rock layer two to three feet thick below the bottom of the pool, so unless you are as small as an earthworm or a young eel, you can't even think of escaping from the drainage hole.

Countless drainage holes all over the bottom of the pool and the walls of the pool drain water simultaneously. In less than half an hour, all the water in the crocodile pool surrounding the square has been drained.

Afterwards, the man in the golden robe and mask gave an order, and nearly a hundred masters entered the crocodile pond at the same time, digging out the mud, picking up debris, and doing hard work.

While the monks were casting spells, warriors were carrying them, and everyone was working hard, one or two hundred crocodiles were obediently crawling on the bottom of the pond, motionless.

There is no way. Although the crocodile is violent and cruel and bloodthirsty, there are too many people coming and they are too powerful.

Even if the man in the golden robe and mask didn't take action, nearly a hundred other people could kill them all in minutes with just a casual move.

More than 20 monks and more than 70 warriors worked together, and it only took half a day to clean the huge crocodile pond.

All the mud was hollowed out, and the bottom of the pond became spotless. All debris in the mud, including gravel and bone fragments, were also removed and piled up in the square.

After that, everyone started working together, cleaning and inspecting all the debris one by one, even breaking the slightly larger bones to check the bone cavities.

Obviously, this is just useless effort.

Another half day passed.

All the bones and wood had been ground into fine powder, and all the debris had been neatly cleaned up by category, but the Wind King's Orb was still nowhere to be seen.

When the man in the golden robe and mask sitting cross-legged on the top of the stage received the news, he was silent for a while, then suddenly jumped into the crocodile pond like a madman, brandished his long sword, and slaughtered the crocodiles.

The third-level warrior struck out in anger, using the force of his sword. In just a few moments, he slaughtered more than a hundred crocodiles, and all the crocodiles were cut into pieces.

But still could not find the Wind King Orb.

The man in the golden robe and mask was covered in blood, panting violently, and stayed dazed at the bottom of the pool for a while, before he jumped up and whispered:

"Put all the items into the warehouse, I...go to see the Lord!"

The man in the golden robe and mask left.

The remaining people looked at each other for a while, then sent all the debris collected from the bottom of the pond into a warehouse outside the square.

The half-bald brush that had no spiritual response and was judged as a "damaged magical instrument" by the fourth-grade monk was naturally placed in this warehouse.

In the warehouse, in addition to the debris at the bottom of the pool, there are also a large number of good and bad debris.

There are both completely damaged magic weapons, weapons and other junk, as well as magic weapons and magic weapons that still have spirituality, as well as spiritual iron, gold, spiritual wood and spiritual grass.

If all this warehouse full of debris is taken away, just by breaking down those items that still have spirituality and recycling some of the materials, you can make a lot of money.

But the half-bald brush was lying quietly in the warehouse, together with a pile of completely damaged junk, without any movement.
To be continued...