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

The night was as dark as ink, deep and vast, and the Milky Way hung low in the sky, like a lost pearl necklace, flickering with tiny glimmers.

Yunhailu took light steps and slowly stopped in front of Kailanhall and the monk Powang.

Fang Ming held the punishment prison that was flickering with a faint green light in his hand.

"Kailanhall, I leave it to you."

Fang Ming's words were brief and powerful.

He gently placed the punishment prison in front of Kailanhall, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Kailanhall nodded, and he naturally knew what Fang Ming meant.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gently placed his hands on the prison.

In an instant, the green natural force lit up from his palm, like the tender leaves born in spring, full of vitality and vigor.

This force seemed to contain the blessing of nature, slowly flowing into the prison, surrounding the body of the Happy Arhat.

Those visible injuries, nourished by this power, actually recovered at an astonishing speed.

Happy Arhat's wounds gradually healed, and his originally pale face gradually regained its color.

When Happy Arhat slowly woke up, the moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches, instantly locking onto Fang Ming.

A trace of fear flashed across his eyes, which was awe and fear of Fang Ming's strength.

However, this fear was fleeting, replaced by strong hostility and anger.

Happy Arhat's body was covered with golden light, as if he wanted to break free from the shackles of the prison.

The golden shadow of the Buddha loomed in the air, as if a god had descended and was about to condense into shape again.

However, this golden light was firmly blocked by the punishment prison, and could not escape at all.

Happy Arhat's eyes were wide open, looking at the green cage that imprisoned him.

He suddenly slapped his hands forward, and the golden light exploded, like the scorching sun in the sky, hot and dazzling.

However, this powerful force only made the punishment prison tremble slightly, and it did not move at all.

"Hmph, a trifle!"

Happy Arhat snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face.

He exerted force again, and slapped out eighteen palms in a row, each of which contained earth-shaking power.

These eighteen palms fell on the prison like a violent storm, making a deafening sound.

The punishment prison finally began to crack, and green light flickered in the cracks, as if it would break at any time.

Seeing this, Happy Arhat's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness and pride.

Fang Ming watched Happy Arhat busying around with interest.

Happy Arhat increased his strength, and the golden palm prints fell like raindrops, and each collision made the cracks in the prison wider.

Finally, after a violent collision, the punishment prison broke.

Green fragments flew in all directions, like withered green leaves, drawing beautiful arcs in the night sky.

Happy Arhat was about to take the opportunity to escape, but only saw a flash of green light.

Another new green punishment prison locked him up tightly.

Outside the prison, Fang Ming smiled, with a bit of teasing and mockery in his eyes.

He said slowly: "If you break it a hundred times, I can lock you up again. Happy Arhat, you'd better surrender."

Happy Arhat's face turned livid when he heard this.

If Fang Ming can catch him once, he can catch him ten or a hundred times.

If Fang Ming is not eliminated, he can't run away!

He stopped his movements, and his eyes moved back and forth between Fang Ming and the prison.

Finally, he slowly chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, what do you want to do by capturing me, benefactor?"

Fang Ming stood in front of the cage, staring directly at the Happy Arhat in the cage, and said firmly and directly: "Tell me the truth about the drought in the western part of humanity, and I will give you a quick death."

The Happy Arhat's mouth curled up in a sneer, and that smile contained both helplessness and ridicule: "Life and death are determined by fate. Since I have fallen into the hands of the benefactor, I will die sooner or later. Why bother? Do you think that a mere torture can make me surrender?"

Fang Ming heard this and curled his mouth in a playful smile.

Of course, he understood that for these Buddhist monsters with firm beliefs, torture could not pry open the mouths of these religious lunatics.

He raised his hand gently, pointed at the monk Powang who was standing like a puppet with empty eyes, and said calmly and powerfully: "Have you ever known him?"

Happy Arhat's eyes followed Fang Ming's fingers. When he touched the familiar yet unfamiliar face of Monk Powang, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his shock was beyond words!

Powang, one of the 72 bronze men in the Buddhist country, he naturally knew him!

However, at this moment, he stood there quietly as if he had lost his soul. How could this not shock Happy Arhat?

"He... How could he be here?"

Happy Arhat's voice trembled a little, and a strong sense of disbelief surged in his heart.

The faith of the 72 bronze men was unshakable.Destroy, Powang will never betray!

It must be that the human in front of him used some means to control Powang!

However, the scene in front of him did not allow him to disbelieve.

A strong fear surged in the heart of Happy Arhat. What strange means did this human use to turn Powang into this appearance? !

Once the thought of fear arises, it grows wildly in the heart like weeds and cannot be stopped.

Fang Ming saw the change in Happy Arhat's expression and had already made up his mind.

He smiled slightly, with a bit of teasing in his tone: "It seems that you know him. Then, you have two choices now: either take the initiative to tell the truth, and I will give you a quick death; or, I will turn you into a puppet like him and use you for my own purposes. When the time comes, when I attack the Western Buddhist Kingdom, you may be able to become one of my chess pieces and charge for me."

Hearing this, Happy Arhat's face was uncertain, and his inner struggle and fear were intertwined.

He had absolute confidence in his own strength and faith, but seeing the miserable state of Powang, that confidence began to waver.

Can he really resist the means of this human?

After a fierce inner struggle, Happy Arhat finally sighed, with a bit of helplessness and compromise in his tone: "Forget it, since the donor is so persistent, I will tell you the truth."

Fang Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waited quietly, waiting for Happy Arhat's next words.

Happy Arhat spoke slowly, with a bit of reluctance in his voice: "The drought in the west is actually the effect of a treasure from the Western Buddhist Kingdom."

"The treasure is in the hands of Guangmu Vajra, and Guangmu Vajra is now in the area where the drought is. As long as Guangmu Vajra is found and expelled to a place far away from humans, the power of the treasure will not be affected, and the drought will be solved by itself."

After listening to Happy Arhat's narration, Fang Ming frowned and fell into deep thought.

He was thinking about the authenticity of Happy Arhat's words.

After a moment, he suddenly smiled, with a bit of cunning and disdain in his smile: "It sounds like it's true, but... I'm sorry, I don't believe it!"

After that, Fang Ming gently waved his hand, and a pink light flashed, and a large group of charm mushroom shooters instantly appeared around him.

Happy Arhat was shocked when he saw this, he never expected Fang Ming to suddenly change his mind.

He hurriedly shouted: "I am a monk, and monks don't lie!"