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

On the battlefield, the gunpowder smoke was like a thick black fog, covering the sky and blocking the sun. Even the sun could not penetrate it, and could only barely illuminate the land soaked in blood.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of scorched earth and burning, which was disgusting.

The three people, Crossing the River Arhat, Sitting in Meditation Arhat, and Banana Arhat, stood there like frozen sculptures, looking at the incredible massacre scene in front of them, their faces were pale and bloodless.

Their eyes were full of fear, shock and confusion, as if they had witnessed an incredible nightmare.

"This... How is this possible!"

The voice of Crossing the River Arhat trembled like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and his eyes were round, as if flames were about to burst out of them.

He really couldn't believe that the ten Arhats joined forces and eight of them died in the blink of an eye!

The sitting Arhat clenched his hands into fists, and his veins bulged, coiling around his arms like a dragon.

His heart was filled with reluctance and fear, as if a volcano was about to erupt, but was tightly suppressed by the ice of fear.

The Banana Arhat held a banana fan in his hand, his body trembling slightly, his eyes full of despair.

They had never seen such a terrifying human being, Fang Ming's strength had exceeded their imagination!

"Even if King Kong came, is he really Fang Ming's opponent?"

The Crossing River Arhat muttered to himself, an unprecedented fear enveloped him, as piercing as ice.

He knew that if he continued to stay here, he would only die, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Run!"

The Crossing River Arhat suddenly shouted, with a hint of determination and madness in his voice.

He didn't want to wait for death here anymore, he wanted to live!

He wanted to escape from this terrifying place.

The Sitting Arhat and the Banana Arhat were both stunned when they heard this, standing there as if they were struck by lightning.

They had just appeared for less than a minute, and they were going to run away?

Wouldn't this bring shame to Buddhism?

However, in the face of life and death, what does face matter?

Guojiang Luohan did not stop. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out like an arrow from a bow and ran wildly.

He was agile, like a cheetah galloping on the grassland, hiding behind countless monsters, using these monsters as cover to resist the attack of lasers.

He was very fast, and in the blink of an eye he was away from the battlefield and disappeared from everyone's sight, like a cunning fox.

Seeing this, Jingzuo Luohan and Banana Luohan followed suit and hid in the monster group, constantly wandering and dodging.

However, they did not have the speed and experience of Guojiang Luohan.

They were like two lost lambs, following behind Guojiang Luohan, watching Guojiang Luohan throw them further and further away.

The laser was like an invisible chain, chasing them closely, getting closer and closer, hanging over their heads like the scythe of the god of death.

Their heartbeats accelerated, their breathing became rapid, and they seemed to collapse at any moment.

"Save me!"

The sitting arhat shouted, his voice filled with endless despair and fear.

His eyes were filled with pleading and begging.

The banana arhat followed closely behind, also shouting for help.

His voice was trembling.

However, the crossing arhat had already disappeared into the horizon without looking back, so how could he care about their cries for help?

He just wanted to survive, just wanted to escape from this terrifying place.

Fang Ming controlled the laser, his expression was indifferent and calm.

With the blessing of the [attack acceleration] item, the speed of the laser was much faster than the two arhats.

Seeing the laser getting closer and closer, the eyes of the two arhats were full of fear and despair.

Their bodies were shaking and struggling.

The next second, the laser flashed across the sky like lightning, directly submerging them.

Their bodies instantly turned into nothingness under the illumination of the laser, as if they had never existed.

On the battlefield, the fall of the Arhats was like an autumn wind, with an indescribable sadness and sorrow.

For the remaining monsters, the Tantric Buddhism, the Zen Buddhism, and the 72 bronze men, this was undoubtedly an unprecedented huge blow!

They looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and despair, as if they saw the end of the world coming.

The Arhats, those who were once regarded as invincible, were now harvested like grass, and the last line of defense in their hearts collapsed at this moment.

Morale instantly dropped to the bottom!

Among those monsters brainwashed by Buddhism, they still rushed forward with red eyes. There was no fear, no pain, and no concept of death in their eyes, only blind faith in Buddhism and endless hatred for the enemy.

They were like puppets being controlled, waving their weapons tirelessly, trying to resist Fang Ming's fierce offensive with their flesh and blood.However, the other monks who were still alive did not have such courage.

They began to retreat one after another, their faces full of fear and anxiety.

How could their speed compare to Luohan?

Under Fang Ming's fierce attack, they could only flee around like stray dogs, trying to find a glimmer of life.

Fang Ming stood in the center of the battlefield, his expression cold and arrogant.

In order to kill the enemy faster, he constantly summoned plants such as peppers and cherries, and threw them fiercely into the group of monsters.

There were only a few loud "bangs", and a large area was blown up. The monsters wailed and fell down, and the scene was extremely bloody.

The splashing blood and broken limbs drew strange arcs in the air.

In addition to peppers and cherries, Fang Ming also had plants such as squash and potato mines.

He threw these plants into the group of monsters without hesitation.

Suddenly, the monsters on the scene died faster, falling down like wheat being cut.

Their bodies were shattered in the explosion, turning into bloody meat paste.

As the battle continued, Fang Ming's experience was also steadily increasing.

In addition to the many Arhats he had just killed, he directly upgraded two levels.

However, at this moment, four red dots appeared on the holographic map.

These red dots approached the center of the battlefield at a very fast speed, faster than the Arhat who crossed the river!

Not long after, Fang Ming saw the person coming.

The Arhat who had just escaped from the river was back again!

And behind him were three armored and angry Vajras.

Their figures were burly and mighty, standing on the battlefield like three moving mountains.

The one with a white face and holding a pipa was none other than the Dhritarashtra!

The next one to enter the battlefield was a Vajra with a red face, holding a dragon ball, and with dragons and snakes wrapped around his body - the Vajra of Vimalakirti!

His momentum was as unstoppable as a volcanic eruption, and every step seemed to crush the earth.

The last Vajra with a blue face and holding a treasure umbrella was the Vajra King!

The appearance of these three Vajras made the atmosphere on the battlefield more tense and depressing.

They were burly and imposing, as terrifying as three moving mountains.