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When Happy Arhat heard Fang Ming's reply, his eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, and the compassion on his face seemed to be blown away by the cold wind, replaced by a gloomy and angry look.

His eyebrows were tightly locked together, as if he could catch a fly flying by, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, outlining a displeased arc.

His eyes revealed unquestionable majesty, and even more mixed with a burning fire of anger, as if Fang Ming's refusal was a great provocation to his identity and status, and an insult to his existence.

Fang Ming stared at the monk who suddenly appeared, his eyes were like torches, and he was secretly on guard in his heart.

He knew very well that this monk wearing a cassock, with a kind face but a hidden edge, was the real target of his trip - Happy Arhat.

Only from the mouth of this Arhat could the truth of the mystery of the drought be discovered.

Once the Happy Arhat is captured alive, the secret of the drought that has troubled countless people will be solved.

At this tense moment of confrontation, Happy Arhat suddenly took action.

He slowly looked at Fang Ming, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and whispered: "You can't see it."

His voice was calm and peaceful, as if he was describing a very simple natural phenomenon, rather than launching a strange attack.

However, as his words fell, an indescribable magical power quietly surged into Fang Ming's heart.

This power was like an invisible mist, instantly covering Fang Ming's eyes, making his eyes blurry, as if the whole world was blocked by a thick veil.

Fang Ming was startled, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a warm feeling in his backpack.

Then, the Buddha's bone relic lit up slightly, and a warm and powerful power instantly enveloped his whole body.

This power was like the warm sunshine in spring, dispelling the fog in his heart, and also making the power that tried to interfere with his vision disappear without a trace under the protection of the Buddha's bone relics.

He spoke again, his voice was still as calm as water, as if everything just now was just an illusion: "You can't hear it, you can't touch it!"

However, before the Happy Arhat finished speaking, Fang Ming still looked at him straight, his eyes were firm and persistent, without the slightest wavering.

The lasers around him never stopped, they surged out like a raging wave, trapping many monks firmly in a cage of light and shadow.

Happy Arhat's face turned pale in an instant. He never expected that his attack would have no effect on Fang Ming.

A trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen something that subverted common sense and violated logic.

He murmured to himself: "This... How is this possible?"

The voice was full of shock and confusion.

He knew that he had profound Buddhist cultivation and had reached the level of perfection in interfering with the five senses.

However, facing Fang Ming, a seemingly ordinary opponent, his attack was like a drop in the ocean, with no response at all!

This made him begin to doubt his ability and judgment.

Fang Ming looked at the shocked Happy Arhat, with a smug smile on his face.

He thought to himself: "With the Buddha's bone relic, Buddhist attacks below level 100 are ineffective against me. Although the attack of this Happy Arhat is weird and unpredictable, it can't escape the protection of the Buddha's bone relic after all."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down at Happy Arhat, and secretly calculated the next plan in his heart.

He knew that as long as he had the Buddha's bone relic in his hand, Happy Arhat could not do anything to him.

But how to capture this Arhat alive and find out the secret of the drought from him is a question that needs to be carefully considered.

Seeing that his interference was useless, Happy Arhat suddenly looked serious.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the anger and unwillingness into his body.

Then, his whole body was coated with a layer of golden light, as if he was wearing a layer of golden armor, becoming indestructible.

His eyes also became firm and sharp, like two sharp swords, piercing Fang Ming's heart.

He was ready for Fang Ming, as if ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

Fang Ming did not rush to attack Happy Arhat, but with a thought, several invisible pepper cherries appeared near the few monks who were still resisting.

These pepper cherries suddenly exploded in the air, the roar was deafening, and the flames produced by the explosion were like a dancing fire dragon, instantly engulfing everything and drowning those monks in the sea of ​​fire.

After the explosion, no monk survived on the field, leaving only Happy Arhat standing alone, his face uncertain.

Fang Ming turned around and shouted to the machine gun cabbage pitchers beside him: "Continue to eliminate the monsters in the city, leave no one behind!"

After that, heHe looked at the remaining plants and signaled them to start accumulating power.

And he just looked at Happy Arhat quietly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The machine gun cabbage pitchers in the plant army began to accumulate power, and the red lasers gradually gathered together, like a small red sun, slowly rising in the air.

Seeing this, Happy Arhat's eyes flashed with fear.

He had heard of this little red sun, and the death of Fu Hu Arhat was inseparable from this little sun!

He must not let this thing become popular, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous!

Happy Arhat took a deep breath and chanted the Buddha's name, his voice loud and solemn.

As he chanted, a huge golden Buddha phantom slowly appeared behind him. The golden Buddha had a compassionate face and a huge body, as if it could support the entire sky.

Happy Arhat stretched out his right hand and pressed his palm in the direction of Fang Ming. The golden Buddha phantom behind him also stretched out a golden big hand and pressed towards Fang Ming and the plant army.

Under the huge golden hand, Fang Ming seemed as small as an ant, small and helpless.

A huge golden palm print covered the entire sky, and the golden hand pressed down directly like a mountain!

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and the huge pressure made everyone present feel suffocated.

However, facing this blow that was enough to destroy the world, Fang Ming just smiled disdainfully.

He waved his hand lightly, and the figure of Changcheng suddenly appeared in front of him, like an indestructible barrier.

The golden palm slapped down heavily, but Changcheng took the blow steadily and endured the damage without a drop of water leaking out.

Then, 80% of the damage was returned to Happy Arhat intact.

Happy Arhat's face changed drastically. He was about to attack again, but suddenly a strange force acted directly on him, making him feel like he was struck by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his body became staggering.

Seeing this, Fang Ming's eyes flashed with a sneer, and he shouted loudly: "Fire!"

Following his order, the laser balls that had been charging for several seconds flew out like arrows, rushing towards the Happy Arhat with blazing light.