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

The monsters around them, like hitting an indestructible barrier, collapsed in front of the death defense line woven by the sky full of lasers.

They either fell to the ground wailing or struggled frantically, trying to find a glimmer of life, but it was in vain and they could not shake the barrier made of lasers.

The lasers were like dragons, shuttling through the monsters. Every beam of light was accompanied by a shrill wail. Under this ruthless laser storm, the monsters in the city were being slaughtered one by one by Fang Ming at an astonishing speed.

Fang Ming's experience value was like a bud gently caressed by the warm sunshine in spring, rising at a speed visible to the naked eye. Every second of beating seemed to be the most vivid brushstrokes of nature, recording the cruelty and splendor of this massacre.

Finally, a dazzling golden light burst out from his body, like a meteor across the sky, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

Fang Ming's level was raised to level 53. At this moment, he seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth, and an unprecedented sense of joy surged in his heart.

However, this joy did not last long. At the moment when Fang Ming upgraded, the monks who were originally silent in the depths of the temple and immersed in the chanting of scriptures stopped chanting, and the whole temple instantly fell into a strange tranquility.

Then, countless monks walked out of the Buddhist temple as if led by an invisible hand. Their eyes were like stars in the night sky, and they all gathered in the direction of Fang Ming.

The warrior monks holding long sticks were like gods of war jumping out of ancient murals. They were as agile as cheetahs and rushed quickly between the major buildings.

Their golden long sticks drew brilliant trajectories in the air. Every swing was accompanied by a deafening roar, breaking up the red lasers one by one, and opening up a path to Fang Ming for the subsequent monks.

With the monks leading the way, dozens of monks slowly walked out. They came from different schools such as Zen and Tantric Buddhism, and exuded their own unique aura.

They stared at Fang Ming one after another, their eyes full of anger, like angry King Kong.

These monks were chanting something, and every syllable contained an ancient and mysterious power. They stared at Fang Ming fiercely, as if they wanted to see through his soul.

Suddenly, a swastika seal rose from the middle of the monks, and instantly emitted a dazzling golden light, like a scorching sun hanging above Fang Ming's head, firmly enveloping Fang Ming and his army of plants, as if to purify all living things into the invisible.

"Humph, a trifling trick!"

Fang Ming snorted coldly, his figure seemed unusually firm in the golden light, allowing the golden light to cover him, but he did not waver at all.

The machine gun cabbage pitcher behind him was still firing at full power, and the whizzing bullets were like dense raindrops and angry bees, constantly pouring on the surrounding monsters. Every gunshot announced the end of a life.

Seeing this, the monks' faces turned pale as paper in an instant, and their shock was beyond words.

They originally thought that the golden light containing the supreme power of Buddhism was enough to make Fang Ming surrender, but they didn't expect that this golden light was just a baptism of insignificant effect for Fang Ming. His figure was still upright in the golden light, as if the golden light was just the coronation of his glory.

A monk finally couldn't help it, and exclaimed in a trembling voice: "This... How is this possible? Buddhism is ineffective on him!"

This time, Fang Ming did not intend to leave these monks alive.

His determination was like ice. As early as when he was in Wucheng, he had already seen through that these monks were subject to restrictions, and the secret of the drought was locked in their unspeakable minds.

Leaving them here would only increase the variables. It would be better to kill them all with thunderbolts to eliminate the troubles.

The lasers surged out like a raging wave, instantly covering dozens of monks in front of them.

The lasers intertwined like a net that was impenetrable.

The monks saw this and their faces suddenly changed, as if they were suddenly attacked by the cold winter wind, and they trembled all over.

They knew very well that there was no chance of survival under this laser.

However, as Buddhists, how could they sit and wait for death?

They all used their own Buddhist methods of hard practice to try to find a ray of hope in this desperate situation.

Some monks put their hands together, closed their eyes and concentrated, chanting scriptures, every word was like a pearl, as if they could communicate with the heaven and earth and attract the Buddha's light to protect their bodies.

The Buddha's light on their bodies flowed, forming a layer of golden shield, like the protection of gods, trying to resist the invasion of lasers. However, the laser was like a sharp blade, easily cutting through the shield, and the offensive was unabated!

Some monks held Buddhist beads in their hands, and each bead was shining with a faint light.

They twisted the beads lightly, chanted mantras silently, and the beads rotated, emitting waves of peaceful air.

However, this peaceful air was destroyed by the ravages of the laser.They looked so fragile, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Other monks closed their eyes and concentrated, their bodies turned into a shadow, as if they merged into the void.

With their agile body movements, they tried to find life in the gaps of the lasers, like fish swimming in rapids.

However, the lasers were like an airtight net, trapping them tightly. Every dodge was like dancing on the tip of a knife. If they were not careful, they would be crushed to pieces.

Even if these monks used all their means, they would eventually have a chance to breathe.

However, the lasers of the machine gun cabbage pitcher were like an inexhaustible source, endless and without any gaps.

The sky full of lasers was like a downpour, dense and fierce, and each beam contained enough power to destroy everything.

Under the ravages of the lasers, the monks' Buddha light shields gradually broke, the light of the Buddha beads dimmed, and their agile body movements became clumsy.

Under the burning of the laser, their bodies quickly turned into charcoal, just like dry wood encountering a raging fire.

Only a wisp of green smoke was left floating in the air, as if it was the wailing and unwillingness of their souls.

In a few seconds, most of the monks had died, and only a few were still lingering.

Their eyes were full of fear and despair, as if they had seen the end of their lives.

At this moment of life and death, a sturdy monk slowly walked over from a distance.

He had a fat head and big ears, a kind face, and seemed to be at peace with the world.

The cassock on his body was worn loosely on his body, swaying gently in the wind, as free as a wild crane.

There was a smile on his face, as if he did not take this cruel battlefield to heart.

However, his eyes flashed with determination and wisdom, as if he had already seen through everything.

The monk chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

The voice was loud and solemn, as if it could wash away all the sins and sufferings in the world.

He waved his hand, and a golden palm print appeared out of thin air, like the sky descending, erasing all the lasers that besieged the monks.

The palm print contained endless Buddha power and compassion.

However, as soon as the laser was erased, before the monk could make any move, it was filled with a steady stream of lasers again.

Seeing this, the monk turned his eyes to Fang Ming and the army of plants behind him, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of anger in his voice: "I am happy, may I ask if the donor is willing to show mercy?"

Fang Ming heard this, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes like a knife, staring directly at the monk: "No!