Ten draws of Farmer? What the hell is Star-Destroying Pea Shooter?

Fang Ming's eyes were stern, like a cold star suddenly shining, and he gave an order, like thunder suddenly exploding in the empty battlefield: "Fire!"

This order seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force. In an instant, the machine gun cabbage pitchers behind him straightened their bodies like warriors who had received a divine will, and shot several fiery red lasers. They cut through the air, leaving hot and twisted traces, pointing directly at the solemn monk.

Fang Ming stared at the battlefield, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, and secretly calculated the number of lasers in his heart. He had to be careful, for fear that he would accidentally kill this key little monk in seconds.

He knew that only by leaving a living person could he ask the monk the truth behind the drought in the west. This was of vital importance to him and related to the safety of countless lives.

The lasers were winding in the air like snakes, carrying the breath of death, approaching the monk with an unstoppable force.

The monk looked solemn.

He took a deep breath and pushed his right hand forward suddenly, as if a thousand-pound force was gathered in his palm. A golden handprint appeared out of thin air, carrying a magnificent Buddha's power, as if the Buddha himself was here. It collided with the laser and made a loud "bang bang" sound, as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking, instantly destroying all the lasers.

Seeing this, Fang Ming frowned slightly, but then relaxed his brows. He knew that this monk was not an ordinary person.

He said bluntly: "Hit me, but don't kill me."

His voice was calm and firm, revealing unquestionable majesty.

Now, these machine gun cabbage pitchers have IQs no less than humans, and can perfectly execute Fang Ming's orders.

The lasers suddenly poured out like an endless waterfall, and each laser was as sharp as a sword. The golden handprint gradually became fragmented under the continuous laser bombardment, and finally dissipated in the air, bursting like bubbles.

Seeing this, the monk's face became more solemn. He knew that he had reached a critical moment of life and death.

He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the courage and strength into his body, and shouted loudly: "Om Mani Padme Hum!"

The six golden characters appeared in the air like bright stars, emitting dazzling Buddha light, as if thousands of Buddhas were chanting at the same time, blocking the laser again.

Fang Ming had seen this move before. Among the seven strong men, there was a strong man from the Western Buddhist Kingdom who used this move. It was so powerful that it was enough to shake the world.

Now seeing it again, Fang Ming couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart. He knew that the monk's strength was extraordinary and he had to be more careful.

However, the laser did not stop because of this. Instead, it fired more violently, surging like a tide.

The monk used all his tricks. Sometimes he punched out, and a golden dragon rolled in the air, roaring loudly, but it was still defeated by the laser;

Sometimes he summoned a Buddha phantom, shining with golden light and compassionate, but it was also vulnerable under the bombardment of the laser, like a candle in the wind.

The monk gradually lost his strength, and his body was penetrated by a laser, and the golden Buddha light that protected his body was easily torn like thin paper.

The monk who had always been expressionless finally showed a look of shock. His body protection golden body did not play any role in front of the laser!

He widened his eyes, as if he saw an incredible scene, and his heart was full of doubts and fear.

"This... How is this possible?"

The monk muttered to himself, his voice full of disbelief.

He never thought that the body protection golden body that he was proud of would be so vulnerable in front of these seemingly insignificant lasers.

He seemed to see his lifelong faith and practice collapse in an instant, and his heart was filled with despair and pain.

Then, several lasers bombarded the monk like a violent storm, making him bloody and tattered. The monk's body was shaky in the air, as helpless as a kite with a broken string.

His face was full of pain and despair, and he was struggling to hold on with only one breath left.

Fang Ming slowly stepped forward, his steps were heavy and firm, his eyes were as sharp as cold iron, piercing the bloody and dying monk on the ground.

The monk collapsed to the ground, his clothes were tattered, and his body was covered with wounds, but he still kept his lips tightly closed and refused to say a word.

Fang Ming looked down at him, his voice was low and powerful: "What kind of magic did you use to cause the drought in the west?!"

The monk remained silent, like a stubborn stone, and would never let go even if the wind and waves hit him. Seeing this, Fang Ming frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "You are almost dead, and you don't want to tell me?"

This monk never said that he didn't know, but kept silent. He must know this secret!

He pulled out the staff suddenly. The last time he took out the staff was to break Wu Qiming's leg.

Fang Ming held the staff in his hand, his eyes were likeTorch, looking at the monk on the ground, his voice was as cold as frost: "Since you don't want to say, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After that, Fang Ming raised the staff and crushed the monk's flesh and blood inch by inch starting from the monk's toes.

The staff was like a sharp blade. Wherever it passed, the monk's skin, flesh, and bones were all turned into powder, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

However, the monk still looked normal, with his eyes closed, as if he could not feel the slightest pain.

There was no fear or anger on his face, only a dead silence, as if his soul had left the body and floated to the distant sky.

Seeing this, Fang Ming couldn't help but feel a nameless fire in his heart. He had never seen such a stubborn person, even at the critical moment of life and death, he would never utter a word.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but it was still difficult to hide the anger and helplessness in his heart.

"These religious lunatics are really not afraid of death!" Fang Ming muttered to himself, his voice full of helplessness and anger.

He looked at Kailan Hall helplessly, his eyes full of expectation: "Is there any way to add blood to him? I want to see how long he can last!"

Kailan Hall was stunned when he heard this. He had never seen such a crazy move, adding blood to the enemy and then torturing him again?

This approach is quite explosive even in their monster circle!

However, he knew Fang Ming's character and determination very well. Since he had said it, he would never change it easily.

Kailan Hall nodded, and he slowly stretched out his hand to the monk on the ground.

I saw a faint green light flashing in his palm, and the green light quickly spread to the monk's whole body like the vitality of spring.

The monk's condition immediately began to recover, and the injuries all over his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This... what's going on?"

The monk suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of confusion and fear flashed in his eyes.

He had never thought that he would be saved from the brink of death.

Fang Ming looked at the monk who had recovered and sneered: "Hmph, do you think you can escape from my grasp after recovering from your injuries? Let me tell you, if you don't tell the truth about the drought in the west today, I will make you wish you were dead!"

The monk's face changed slightly when he heard this.

He knew that he had fallen into Fang Ming's hands and it was almost impossible for him to escape.

However, he still gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.

"Hmph, you're so stubborn!" Fang Ming snorted coldly.