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

On the battlefield, a dead silence swallowed all sounds like an abyss, with only occasional wails and desperate calls, like the sound of ghosts floating in the night wind, making people feel cold in their hearts.

Everywhere you look, you can see the cruel picture of war - broken bodies scattered all over the ground, limbs and organs scattered, like a field ravaged by a strong wind, a mess.

The yellow-brown sand and stone, in this endless killing, have been completely stained with blood, showing the beauty and horror of the red sea under the setting sun, with strong colors.

In the air, the smell of blood and burnt smells intertwined, forming an indescribable stench that pierces people's senses and makes people want to vomit.

The laser of the machine gun cabbage pitcher, like the sickle of the god of death, swung tirelessly in this land of death, and every flash of light was accompanied by the end of a life.

Those creatures that once had living souls and beating hearts, under the merciless illumination of the laser, instantly turned into nothingness, leaving only scarlet and despair, like the last fallen leaf in winter, silently returning to the dust.

Fang Ming stood in the center, his eyes as cold as frost, his whole body exuding a palpitating breath, as if he was a Shura returning from hell, both cold and ruthless.

He stared at the holographic map in his hand, and suddenly, two red dots approached at an astonishing speed like meteors across the night sky, and their speed was even comparable to the previous Luohan who crossed the river.

Fang Ming frowned slightly, thinking in his heart: "Could it be that the Luohan who crossed the river has made a comeback?"

There was a chill in his eyes.

He guessed that the figure of the Luohan who crossed the river might be hidden in the two red dots.

If one of them is the Luohan who crossed the river, then the other one must not be underestimated.

After all, when Guojiang Luohan saw him before, he was like a frightened bird and fled without a trace.

Now, if he didn't have enough confidence, how could he dare to show up again?

Not long after, two figures appeared in Fang Ming's sight like ghosts.

One of them was Guojiang Luohan. He walked lightly, and every step seemed to be on the void. His figure was as fast as a ghost, and he had crossed a distance of several kilometers in an instant.

And on his back, there was a fat man with a face full of flesh and a kind smile on the corner of his mouth, but under that smile, there was a bit of indescribable gloom and cunning.

"Humph, Guojiang Luohan, you are really good at running."

Fang Ming snorted coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.

Guojiang Luohan looked at the bloody battlefield, his face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his eyes were full of fear.

He looked at the monsters being slaughtered by the lasers, and a sense of horror surged in his heart.

He finally understood why Fang Ming could so easily slaughter the two cities. The speed of killing the enemies was as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, which was frightening.

"Human, how dare you be so arrogant!"

Guojiang Luohan's voice trembled, and his tone was full of anger.

However, Fang Ming just raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of provocation and disdain: "Arrogant? Then come and fight me?"

The fat man heard the kind smile on his face and disappeared without a trace, replaced by a fierce and murderous intent.

He jumped off Guojiang Luohan's back and stood in front of Fang Ming like a meat mountain, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking Fang Ming up and down, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Hmph, a mere mortal dares to be so arrogant? Today, let me, Budai Luohan, meet you!"

The fat man snorted coldly, his tone full of arrogance and confidence.

However, Fang Ming just smiled disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt and ridicule: "Budai Luohan? Just a fake."

Hearing this, Budai Luohan was agile, like a roc spreading its wings, and soared into the sky.

He held a yellow-brown sack tightly in his hand. The sack was bulging, and no one knew what was hidden in it, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

He had a firm look in his eyes, and a trace of unquestionable smile hung on the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under control.

As the sack in his hand suddenly unfolded, it was like a huge scroll fluttering in the wind. On the scroll, it seemed that the gods and Buddhas of the heavens were painted, majestic and mysterious.

The sack arhat said loudly: "I am the sack arhat. Today, I ask you to work together to kill this monster and rectify the Buddha's teachings!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing on the battlefield and causing echoes.

After speaking, the mouth of the sack opened slightly, and monsters the size of soybeans flew out continuously.

As soon as these monsters left the sack, they seemed to have received the call of life. Their bodies swelled up when they encountered the wind, and in a flash, they restored their original appearance.

Some of them looked like tigers, but they had wings. Their roars were accompanied by the sound of wind, like thunder from the sky, shocking people's hearts;Some were like dragons emerging from the sea, with shining scales and eyes as sharp as torches, as if they could see through all the vanity in the world; others were like ghosts, with erratic figures, as if they could shuttle through the void, making them elusive.

For a moment, thousands of troops and horses poured out of the sack of the cloth bag arhat, and the battlefield was instantly filled with these strange creatures, who were roaring, screaming, or humming, with great momentum!

Fang Ming frowned, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he was secretly on guard in his heart.

However, this was not over yet, and a group of monks slowly walked out of the cloth bag, riding giant deer, golden lions, or white elephants, each showing their magical powers, majestic, like divine soldiers and generals descending from the sky.

These people were extraordinary, and it was obvious that they were the Eighteen Arhats at a glance.

The monk riding a giant deer was as steady as a mountain after landing, and shouted: "I am the deer-riding Arhat, and I am here to help!"

The giant deer under his crotch was as black as night, and his eyes flashed with wisdom, as if he could see into people's hearts.

The monk riding a golden giant lion laughed heartily and said: "I am the laughing lion Arhat, and I am willing to fight with you!"

The giant lion was majestic and powerful, and its roar was full of awe-inspiring power that made people change color.

The monk sitting on the back of a white elephant had a kind face and said: "I am the elephant-riding Arhat, and I am willing to eliminate demons for the Buddha!"

The white elephant was huge and steady, and every step seemed to be able to crush the void and bring endless peace.

The monk holding the bowl in his hand said in a loud voice: "I am the bowl-raising Arhat!"

The bowl in his hand was shining with golden light, simple and dignified.

The monk holding the small pagoda said solemnly, "I am the pagoda-holding Arhat. I wish to suppress all evil spirits with this pagoda!"

On the small pagoda, runes flowed, emitting a faint light, like the Buddha's light shining everywhere.

The monk with eyebrows hanging down to the ground, with a simple face, said, "I am the long-browed Arhat!"

His long eyebrows, like two black dragons, hovered in front of his forehead, exuding a mysterious atmosphere, which made people feel awe.

There was another monk who sat down as soon as he landed. His face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and he said, "I am the sitting Arhat!"

He exuded a quiet and profound aura, as if he lived as long as the heaven and earth, and was as bright as the sun and the moon.

There was also a monk holding a banana fan. He smiled and said, "I am the banana Arhat!"

When he waved his banana fan gently, a breeze blew on his face, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

A monk with long arms and a graceful figure said, "I am the Arhat."

His outstretched arm seemed to be able to touch the sky.

Nine Arhats came out of the sacks, including the Crossing River Arhat and the Bag Arhat, a total of eleven Arhats. They each displayed their magical powers, with magnificent momentum, as if they could shake the heaven and earth and make everything around them tremble.

Fang Ming saw this and sneered, his eyes revealed disdain and contempt.

He said, "Huh, a mere Arhat dares to show off in front of me?"