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

As the meal came to an end, the monsters were like being pulled by invisible ropes, and scattered in every corner of the city again.

Their steps were either hurried or leisurely, and their bodies jumped and ran, revealing an inexplicable sense of order, as if each monster had its own mission and direction engraved in its heart.

Countless monsters poured into the Buddhist temples in the city, and those ancient and solemn buildings were even more sacred under the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the Buddhist temple, the Buddha's light poured down like a waterfall, and every ray of light seemed to be telling of compassion and wisdom, trying to wash away all the filth and sin in the world.

However, in the eyes of these monsters, the dazzling Buddha's light turned into the spiritual pillar on which they depended for survival, a light of faith that transcended material needs.

Fang Ming hovered in the air, his eyes like torches, penetrating layers of fog, and looking directly at the world below.

His eyes were intertwined with shock and anger, and the unspeakable disgust in his heart surged like a tide.

He finally uncovered the secret of the strange way of survival of the monsters in this city - every day, there are always those old and weak monsters who are about to die and are sent to the center of the city to fight a cruel life and death contest, and finally become food for their own kind.

This survival law that violates nature and ethics makes Fang Ming feel unprecedented shock and anger.

"This so-called Western Buddhist country actually uses faith as a means to play with living beings in the palm of its hand. It's really amazing!"

Fang Ming sneered, his tone full of sarcasm and disdain.

Just as he lowered his altitude and tried to see all this more clearly, a gust of wind suddenly surged from all directions of the city. With the sound of rapid flapping, a group of birdmen with wings on their backs took off into the air, like ghosts in the night, and quickly approached the red dragon Shivana in the sky.

These birdmen were dressed in bright robes, strong physiques, holding Zen sticks carved with complex runes, and the pair of broad black wings behind them flashed a metallic luster in the sunset.

Their heads showed the sharp beaks unique to birds, their eyes flashed with cold light, and their hands and feet turned into sharp bird claws, flashing with cold light, revealing their fighting power that should not be underestimated.

With her keen intuition, the red dragon Shyvana detected this sudden threat in advance.

It suddenly flapped its wings, and its body rose like an arrow from a string, cleverly avoiding the first round of attacks from the birdmen.

"Looking for death! I just have a belly full of anger!"

Fang Ming shouted angrily, his tone full of unquestionable majesty.

He waved his hand casually, and a row of chili cherries appeared out of thin air, heading straight for those arrogant birdmen.

And those birdmen were unaware of the chili cherries that appeared out of thin air and had their own invisibility effect.

These chili cherries expanded rapidly in the air, as if they were given life, turning into balls of blazing fire with destructive power.

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted in the air, and a blazing sea of ​​fire instantly illuminated the entire sky, igniting and distorting the surrounding air.

Under the reflection of the fire, countless birdmen were swallowed by the aftermath of the explosion and turned into ashes in an instant. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and a strong smell of blood, which was suffocating. And those birdmen who escaped by chance screamed in fear in the air, their wings were scorched by the flames, feathers flew, and they fell helplessly like a kite with a broken string.

In the air, black feathers were like dense arrows, covering the sky and the earth, forming a rain curtain of death, shrouding the city below in darkness and despair.

Fang Ming looked at this scene, but there was no fluctuation in his heart.

At the same time, the system's prompt sound echoed in Fang Ming's ears like a continuous drumbeat:

[You successfully killed Garuda (fake), experience +30,000! ]

[You successfully killed Garuda (fake), experience +30,000! ]

[You successfully killed Garuda (fake), experience +30,000! ]

…

Garuda?

Fang Ming's heart trembled suddenly. The name of this monster was like a key, instantly opening the door to his memory.

He recalled the structure of the Buddhist kingdom described by the monk before. There were eight groups of heavenly dragons in the Buddhist kingdom. They were monsters of eight races that were transformed by Buddhism and transformed into the guardians of the Buddhist kingdom.

This Garuda was one of the eight groups of heavenly dragons!

"No wonder it has the word 'fake' in it. It turns out to be a counterfeit transformed by Buddhism!"

Fang Ming thought to himself, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

He remembered that the real Garuda was a Buddhist mythical beast that fed on dragons. It was famous and had a well-known name - the Golden Winged Peng Bird!

Thinking of this, Fang Ming couldn't help but think of the snake-headed monsters that he had seen guarding the monster team before, and suddenly he realized: "That must be the Mahoraka of the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons!"

The violent explosion sounded like thunder in the city, instantly awakening the city that was originally immersed in the sound of Buddha.

The chanting in the city paused, and then the monsters in the city raised their heads one after another. Their eyes were like wolf eyes in the dark night, flashing fierce light, staring at the red dragon Shyvana in the sky.

Those monsters with wings or other air-controlling abilities took off at the first moment, rushing towards Shyvana in the sky like an arrow from a bow.

Their eyes were full of undisguised hatred, as if they wanted to eat the red dragon Shyvana alive.

Their wings flapped in the air, making a "whoosh" sound, as if The howling wind made the whole city tremble.

However, at this moment, the Buddhist music in the city sounded again, like the sound of nature, and like a sea of ​​compassion, which cast a layer of golden protection on all the monsters in the city.

This layer of golden protection was like a layer of light shield, covering the monsters, making them look more ferocious and more invincible.

Under the golden protection, the monster that originally rushed towards Shivana was once again faster, as if it was pushed by an invisible force, like a fallen leaf in the wind, rushing towards Fang Ming frantically.

Fang Ming looked at this scene, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Humph, a beast bound by the Dharma is still a beast after all!" Fang Ming whispered to himself, with a flash of determination in his eyes, "Since you want to die, then I will grant you your wish! "

As he spoke, Fang Ming waved his hands, and pepper cherries appeared around the monsters.

Under the bombardment of the pepper cherries, the monsters screamed miserably, but their attacks did not stop. Instead, they rushed towards Fang Ming more frantically.

"In that case..."

Fang Ming whispered again, and this time, his voice was full of coldness and murderous intent.

"Then massacre the city!"