"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.
Half a day later.
In a splendid hall with luxury everywhere.
The man in the golden robe and mask touched his forehead to the floor, kneeling motionless.
Sitting on the main seat in the hall was his "master".
But the man in the golden robe and mask didn't even have the courage to look up at his master's boots, and waited tremblingly for his master to surrender.
a long time.
A clear and soft voice came from above, like a gentle young man's voice:
"Is it true that none of the participants survived?"
The man in the golden robe and mask said in a trembling voice:
"Back to my lord, everyone is confirmed to have died in the core square on the first floor of the palace. The last survivor, Qin Wuyue, was also personally killed by his subordinates."
"Where is Qin Shubao, the true Buddhist disciple?"
"Not long after he reached the top of the high platform, he was besieged by everyone, and was blown away by the 'Ugold Armor-breaking Cone' and fell into the crocodile pond..."
"Has his body been found?"
"He was torn to pieces and devoured by a group of crocodiles, and no bones were left... This scene was witnessed by the subordinates and all the distinguished guests in the 'Thousand-mile Viewing Mirror'..."
"Really? You all saw with your own eyes the scene where he was torn apart by a group of crocodiles?"
"After he fell into the water, he alarmed the crocodiles, and the crocodiles surrounded him, causing large splashes of water and blood stains. Everyone saw this scene with their own eyes. Even if he is a true Buddhist disciple and the golden bell is indestructible, he was severely injured by the 'Wujin armor-breaking cone' first.
, fell into the territory of the crocodile again, even if the body is made of iron, it will be torn into pieces..."
"In other words, you didn't see him being torn apart by the crocodile, but you just saw a lot of commotion in the water after he fell into the water?"
"This...yes."
"Have you ever doubted that he is not dead? Is the movement of the crocodiles in the water just a disguise by him?"
"But, if he is not dead, where is he hiding? The square has been monitored by the 'Thousand-mile Viewing Mirror'. I can guarantee that after the man fell into the water, he never appeared in the square again. If he is hiding in
In the water, my subordinate first used the 'mirror of the cave' given by the Lord to illuminate the crocodile pond inch by inch several times, and then drained the water and emptied the entire crocodile pond. It is impossible for him..."
"Have you ever heard of 'Magic Foot Power'?"
"Magic foot power?"
"My lord," the clear and gentle voice of a gentle young man said leisurely:
"Shen Zu Tong, one of the six powers of Buddhism, has nothing to do with the cultivation of the soul. Regardless of the level of Taoism, as long as you have wisdom roots and profound Buddhism, you will have a certain chance of awakening, just like an innate magical power. With this magical power, you can escape into the void.
, comes and goes without a trace. Even the space barrier of the Relic Palace may not be able to stop it."
"What the Lord means is... that Qin Shubao, he, he awakened the 'Divine Foot Power' and fell into the water intentionally. He took advantage of the crocodile pond to cover up and escaped from the secret realm of the Relic Palace with the 'Divine Foot Power'? But why did he do this?
Do it? He can clearly overwhelm everyone, so why would he run away when faced with such a valuable treasure as the Wind King Pearl?"
"Haha, maybe Qin Shubao also has 'other minds' or 'destiny', which can vaguely detect the truth of the legacy. He knows that this is just a trap, so he pretends to be determined to get the Wind King Pearl, but at the critical moment
, Fake death and escape... No, no, that Wind King Orb may have been taken away by Qin Shubao."
"How is this possible? When Qin Shubao fell into the water, the orb was clearly still on the high platform. It was not until the second monk who climbed to the top was blown to pieces and the fireworks filled the air that the orb disappeared..."
"He may have magical feet! He can escape in the void at will. Using the cover of the flames and smoke caused by the spell bombing, he dodges from the crocodile pond to a high platform. After obtaining the Wind King Pearl, he escapes instantly... using the magical feet to escape.
Quickly, given the chaos at that time, neither you nor the distinguished guests could see the clues from the Thousand Miles Viewing Mirror. It has been two days now. Qin Shubao possesses supernatural powers and has long since escaped. Even if he is a real person,
Even if you go to the ruins in person, you won’t be able to find the orb.”
"My lord clearly sees thousands of miles, and my subordinates admire him. However, the Wind King's Orb was lost..."
"Then Qin Shubao is a wonderful man. He pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger. He has a deep scheming mind and good luck. After finding out the truth, he actually dares to seize the food from the tiger's mouth, cheats death to get the maximum benefit, and then escapes intact. Oh, if he hadn't
The true disciple of Buddhism, I really want to accept him as my direct disciple... As for the Wind King Orb, if you lose it, just throw it away."
"Ah?" The man in the golden robe and mask was stunned.
"Your Majesty" said leisurely:
"More than two hundred years ago, Master Tiansha failed in his journey to the Earthly Immortal Tribulation, and his body died and his soul was destroyed. The Wind King Pearl was also damaged during this calamity.
"Why is your Daofeng King Pearl so powerful in legend?
"Because it has an endless source of energy, it generates the infinitely powerful 'Tiansha Black Wind'. When the Tiansha Master activates the Tiansha Black Wind to fight against the enemy, he does not need to spend any extra mana, he only needs to guide it with a spiritual thought.
In this way, the Tiansha master holding the Wind King Pearl is equivalent to two first-level masters joining forces.
"But now, the Wind King Pearl has lost its ability to generate the evil black wind. If you want to release the evil black wind, you need a first-class real person to activate it with great magic power. The power is far less than before it was damaged.
"But with this kind of magic power, wouldn't it be good for a first-level master to use it to cast his most familiar secret technique? Why bother to expend it to activate the greatly reduced power of the Black Wind?
"So, today's Feng Wang Pearl is a pity for us and other great masters to throw away. It is useless and has no choice but to be collected. But for monks below the great master, it is useless to take it and there is no way to activate its power.
Yes. If not, why would I be willing to take it out and use it as a trap prop?
"Of course, the gods who control the power of wind, earth immortals, or tiger beasts born with the body of divine wind can repair this orb and fully exert its power. Because this bead is originally an ancient beast.
The inner elixir of the 'Heavenly Evil Tiger'.
"But gods and earthly immortals will not be interested in such damaged treasures. Tiger beasts, hehe, have been extinct in the world for I don't know how many years."
After a pause, "Your Majesty" said calmly to the man in gold robe and mask who was prostrated:
"It is a pity to abandon the Wind King's Orb and it is useless to obtain it, but in any case, it can be regarded as a rare treasure, a treasure worth collecting. I gave it to you, but you lost it... Thoughts on it
You have been in charge of the 'Mysterious Tower' for these years, and you have earned me gold, silver, and countless treasures. It is quite a hard work. I will spare you the death penalty this time. But you will not be able to escape the crime of living."
The man in the golden robe and mask said in a trembling voice:
"If a subordinate has a serious fault, let the superior decide what to do!"
"You take off your duties at the 'Mysterious Tower' and go to the 'Great Wilderness Secret Realm'. Within five years, if you can hunt down five complete corpses of third-grade 'Desolate Witches', you can return to the world and see the light of day again."
The man in the golden robe and mask kowtowed heavily:
"My Lord is magnanimous, and my subordinates are extremely grateful! Within five years, my Lord's mission will be completed!"
After a pause, he asked cautiously:
"The true Buddhist legend Qin Shubao..."
The Lord said calmly:
"You don't need to worry about it anymore. The Feng Wang Pearl has the mark of this real person's spiritual thoughts. As long as Qin Shubao tries to activate the Feng Wang Pearl, it will trigger the mark of this real person's spiritual thoughts. After that, even if we are thousands of miles apart, this real person can lock the soul thousands of miles away.
, lock it."
…
Seven days later.
In the warehouse of the abandoned mansion.
A woman wearing a silver robe and a mask walked into the warehouse with several monks.
She looked around the huge warehouse, took out a bronze mirror from her arms, bit the tip of her tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood from the tip of her tongue on the mirror, and poured in her true energy.
When the bronze mirror bloomed with crystal light, the silver-robed and masked woman raised the bronze mirror and fired a beam of light like a searchlight, scanning the warehouse inch by inch.
It wasn't until she irradiated the warehouse three times that she sighed:
"All the sundries are there, quite a few. It seems that Qin Shubao has already escaped from the secret realm after stealing the Wind King Pearl..."
Shaking her head, she waved her hand:
"Clean out all the useless debris and throw it into the furnace and burn it!"
After giving the order, the monks behind them stepped forward one after another, cast spells, and moved all the broken magical instruments that had been completely damaged and useless waste, and moved them to a dark room.
When all the useless debris was transferred to this dark room, the silver-robed and masked woman turned on the mechanism, and the floor of the dark room suddenly sank, revealing a large dark hole. All the debris fell into the large hole, and fell along a vertical tunnel for an unknown amount of time.
Finally, he fell into a cave filled with red light.
This cave is like a lava river, with red magma flowing freely.
Debris fell into the lava river one after another, and either instantly turned into ashes, or sank into the interior of the magma and slowly melted.
The half-bald writing brush, which was classified as a completely useless "broken magic weapon", naturally fell into the lava river.
It first slowly sank below the surface of the lava river, but did not burn. After sinking for a few feet, it stopped sinking and floated quietly in the flowing magma, drifting away with the current...