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

In the sphere of influence of the Western Buddhist Kingdom, the setting sun in the sky was like blood, and the afterglow sprinkled on the vast Gobi Desert, dyeing the earth with a layer of tragic golden red.

There was silence all around, only the whisper of the wind and sand, as if telling the antiquity and vicissitudes of this land.

In this vastness, a dazzling portal suddenly opened, and Fang Ming's figure slowly stepped out of the door amidst the flashing light.

He looked around, stunned for a moment, frowning, and muttered to himself: "What is this for? If I had brought the monk Powang with me earlier, I would not be so confused."

Fang Ming looked up at the setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon, and an inexplicable loneliness surged in his heart.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner fluctuations, and then called out the red dragon Shivana.

The red dragon Shivana suddenly flew out from Fang Ming's shadow, and the huge dragon wings gently flapped in the air, bringing gusts of wind.

Fang Ming's figure flashed and landed steadily on Shyvana's dragon back, holding the dragon scales tightly with both hands.

"Shyvana, just choose a direction."

Fang Ming said to the red dragon, with a hint of helplessness and determination in his voice.

Shyvana hummed softly, as if she understood what Fang Ming meant, and then flapped her wings and flew high, galloping away into the distance.

Fang Ming on the dragon's back felt the whistling wind in his ears, but his heart was unusually calm.

He summoned Beidou, who landed lightly on his shoulder, and the holographic map unfolded and reflected in front of Fang Ming's eyes.

"Call me if there is any situation."

Fang Ming ordered Beidou, revealing a kind of laziness and comfort in his tone.

He lay on the broad dragon back of the red dragon Shyvana, letting the breeze brush his cheeks and his hair.

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten all his troubles and sorrows, and just wanted to enjoy this rare tranquility and freedom in this endless Gobi Desert.

Shyvana soared in the air at a very fast speed. Every time a red dot appeared on the holographic map, Beidou would remind Fang Ming immediately.

Fang Ming sat up slightly, stared at the front with sharp eyes, and ordered Shyvana to fly over to check.

"What is that?" Fang Ming pointed to several red dots on the holographic map and asked, with a hint of doubt on his face.

"I don't know."

Beidou's voice was calm and calm.

Shyvana obeyed Fang Ming's order, quickly adjusted the direction, and flew towards the location of the red dots.

After a while, they came to a desolate valley.

There were several strange monsters wandering in the valley, they exuded a faint stench, their eyes were empty, as if they had lost their souls.

"What kind of monsters are these?" Fang Ming frowned and asked, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

"I don't know, they seem to have no mind, and they can't even communicate." Beidou's voice was solemn, and he was obviously wary of the existence of these monsters.

Fang Ming nodded, having made up his mind. He gently patted Shyvana's dragon back, signaling it to land.

Shyvana understood and slowly landed on an open ground. Fang Ming jumped off the dragon's back and stood in front of the monsters.

"Beidou, do it." Fang Ming said in a deep voice, revealing an unquestionable determination in his tone.

Upon hearing this, Beidou immediately launched an attack. Several lasers shot out of its mouth and instantly hit the monsters.

The monsters screamed miserably, and their bodies quickly melted under the illumination of the lasers, eventually turning into a pool of pus and dissipating in the air.

"Let's go, keep moving forward."

Fang Ming watched the monsters being cleared away, and he climbed back onto Shyvana's dragon back, patted its dragon head, and signaled it to take off again.

Shyvana hummed, flapped her wings again, and continued to move forward with Fang Ming and Beidou towards the unknown distance.

More than half an hour later, the holographic map flashed with light again. This time, it was no longer just one or two scattered ones, but a well-organized and considerable team. They were like stars in the night, moving rapidly in the same direction at a very fast speed.

Fang Ming showed a happy expression on his face, and without hesitation controlled Shyvana to adjust the flight direction.

Shyvana's dragon wings drew elegant arcs in the air, carrying Fang Ming and Beidou, and shot towards the location of the red dots like an arrow from a string.

As the distance got closer, Fang Ming finally saw the true face of the red dots.

It was an unprecedented dragon-headed human monster. They were dark green in color, and their scales shone with a metallic luster in the sun, as if each piece contained infinite power.

They were tall, with clear muscle lines, and the dragon claws on their limbs were extremely sharp, flashing a frightening cold light, as if they could tear their prey into pieces at any time.

What was even more shocking was that the dragon heads of these dragon peopleIt was not the lizard head of a Western dragon like Shyvana, but the image of an Eastern dragon, with long double horns on its head, and the horns were forked, like a pair of exquisite corals, exuding a mysterious and majestic atmosphere.

And the huge wings behind them gave them the ability to fly in the air. With a slight flap of the wings, they could soar in the air at an astonishing speed.

When these dragon people saw Shyvana, they seemed to be triggered by some mechanism, and all of them roared to the sky. The sound echoed in the empty Gobi Desert, as if it was going to shatter the entire world, full of wildness and domineering.

Then, these dragon people flapped their wings, like a group of ferocious falcons, and pounced on Shyvana in the air.

Their eyes were full of hostility and ferocity, as if they were going to regard Shyvana as prey.

Seeing this, Fang Ming muttered to himself: "This should be the dragon group among the eight legendary dragon groups."

He quickly made a decision to use the army of plants in his hands to charm a few dragon people to lead the way for him.

I saw a bunch of charm mushroom shooters suddenly appear from Shivana's back, and their colorful mushroom caps flashed with strange light.

After these charm mushroom shooters appeared, they immediately shot pink arrows with heart peaches. The arrows drew graceful arcs in the air, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, pointing directly at the dragon people.

The dragon people obviously did not expect such an attack. They opened their sharp palms and tried to disperse the arrows while waving.

However, the speed and power of these arrows were beyond their imagination. Although some were dispersed by the dragon people, more arrows penetrated the dragon people's scales, leaving deep scars, and the blood instantly dyed their scales red.

Some dragons were brewing red flames in their mouths, and they opened their mouths and spurted out streams of scorching dragon breath, trying to burn the arrows in the air.

Some dragons chanted Buddhist teachings, dyeing their bodies golden, as if they were covered with a layer of indestructible armor.

They waved their claws and released golden Buddha light, trying to block the arrows of the charm mushroom shooter.

However, although these Buddha lights were dazzling, they seemed a little powerless in front of the arrows of the charm mushroom shooter. The arrows penetrated the barrier of Buddha light like the dawn and continued to shoot at the dragons.

Seeing this, Fang Ming raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He knew that although these dragons were powerful, they were just a group of lambs to be slaughtered in front of his plant army.

He threw out punishment prisons without hesitation. These green prisons were like giant nets falling from the sky, accurately imprisoning all the dragons.

The moment they were imprisoned, all the attacks of the dragons were absorbed by the punishment prison.

Without these attacks to defend against the arrows of the charm mushroom shooter, these arrows suddenly poured down like a rainstorm, shot through the cracks of the prison, and hit the dragons.

The dragons were beaten to the point that their scales broke, blood splashed, and they wailed. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

At the same time, the system prompt sound began to sound in Fang Ming's mind:

[You successfully killed the dragons (fake), experience +100,000! ]