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

In that vast and boundless Gobi desert, the battle has come to an end, and the air is filled with heavy blood and anxiety.

The sun shines down obliquely, reflecting every detail on the battlefield very clearly.

The fierce eyes of a dragon man have gradually dissipated, replaced by confusion and dullness.

Fang Ming stared at these dragon men closely, his eyes as sharp as a falcon. In the mess and wreckage, he finally found this unique dragon man.

Its eyes are no longer as sharp as a knife, but become empty and soulless, as if it has lost all its soul and consciousness.

"It seems that this dragon man has been charmed."

Fang Ming was secretly happy, and a barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He immediately ordered: "Stop attacking and avoid this dragon man."

However, the other dragon men did not surrender as easily as he wished.

Even at the last moment of their lives, they still maintained that tenacious resistance and indomitable spirit.

Arrows rained down like raindrops, knocking them to the ground one after another. Pools of blood and yellow sand intertwined, forming a tragic picture.

When the last dragon man finally fell, Fang Ming sighed slowly.

Only one was enchanted, but one was enough.

He walked to the enchanted dragon man, waved his hand gently, and the green punishment prison disappeared like foam.

The dragon man stood there blankly, his eyes were empty and confused, as if he had just experienced a long and painful dream.

Fang Ming took a step forward, staring at the dragon man with a sharp gaze, and asked in a low and powerful voice: "What are you doing here?"

The dragon man answered woodenly, his voice was mechanical and empty, as if he was a puppet being manipulated: "I have been ordered to search for the traces of the human Fang Ming."

"What if you find it?" Fang Ming continued to ask, with a sharp and firm look in his eyes.

"Pass the information and hold it." The dragon man answered without hesitation, without any emotion or fluctuation in his voice.

Fang Ming was stunned, his brows furrowed like a mountain peak: "Transmit information? The roar you just made is the way to transmit information?"

The dragon man nodded, his voice still calm: "Yes."

"As expected!" Fang Ming said in his heart, and then asked again, "Who is the information transmitted to?"

The dragon man answered without reservation: "All the Buddhist believers nearby will also send out similar signals after hearing the roar, and pass the message layer by layer until it is received by the Arhat or King Kong."

Fang Ming heard this and immediately understood. He realized that he had been exposed.

It won't be long before countless monsters from the Western Buddhist Kingdom will rush here to search for his traces.

Thinking of this, Fang Ming was relieved.

He sneered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a kind of determination and domineering.

He simply stopped and decided to meet the enemy here.

"Humph, since you have come to my door, I will kill you."

Fang Ming said to himself.

He ordered Shivana to land.

Shivana landed in response, and her huge dragon wings gently flapped, bringing up a gust of wind and yellow sand.

Then, under Fang Ming's command, it turned into a black shadow again and merged into Fang Ming's shadow, as if it had merged with Fang Ming.

At the same time, machine gun cabbage pitchers emerged from behind Fang Ming.

They stood upright, and the green leaves flashed coldly in the sun.

And the dragon man from the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragons just stood there stupidly.

Its eyes were empty and confused, as if it had lost its perception and reaction to everything around it.

Everything was ready, just waiting for the reinforcements from the Western Buddhist Kingdom to come and die.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Fang Ming to see a large number of red dots approaching him from all directions like a tide on the endless Gobi Desert.

His eyes were solemn, but he remained calm, and he secretly calculated countermeasures in his heart.

"It seems that they are coming faster than expected."

Fang Ming muttered to himself, and then ordered some of the machine gun cabbage pitchers to start accumulating strength to prepare for those stronger monsters that might appear.

These machine gun cabbage pitchers stood upright, and the green leaves looked increasingly cold and gleaming in the sun. The Gatling guns in their mouths had quietly aimed at the red dots in the distance.

Finally, the red dots gradually enlarged, and Fang Ming clearly saw the monsters coming.

There are snake-headed human bodies with twisted bodies of Mahoraga, they slide on the ground, making a "hissing" sound;

There are back-body double wings, human bodies and eagle faces of Garuda, they hover in the air, and their wings spread out like dark clouds covering the sky;

There are Gandharvas with pink smoke all over their bodies and erratic bodies, they are looming in the smoke, like ghosts;

There are TongAsuras, whose bodies were red and whose appearance was like those of evil spirits, held sharp blades and had bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes;

There were also countless monks of Zen and Tantric Buddhism, who were wearing cassocks, holding prayer beads, and chanting.

In addition, there were those bronze-colored, muscular monks holding sticks, holding long sticks, and walking steadily, as if every step could crush the void.

In addition, there were countless monsters of various types who were brainwashed by Buddhism. They had different shapes, some roared like beasts, and some were as ferocious as ghosts.

Fang Ming carefully observed these monsters and secretly evaluated their strength in his heart.

He found that the main force of the people coming was the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons and the seventy-two bronze men holding long sticks.

These guys were quite powerful, especially the seventy-two bronze men, who were burly, with muscles as hard as steel, and the long sticks in their hands were even more powerful.

However, what surprised Fang Ming was that he did not find the figure of Arhat.

However, he did not relax his vigilance, because he knew that more and more red dots were gathering here, and he didn't know what kind of monsters would be hidden in them.

"No matter what kind of monsters you are, you have to stay here today!"

Fang Ming snorted coldly and ordered to open fire.

In an instant, the Gatling guns in the mouths of the machine gun cabbage pitchers turned like roaring beasts, and beams of lasers were fired quickly.

These lasers streaked across the sky like bright meteors, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the sky and swept towards the monsters in all directions like a torrent.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--"

The lasers collided with the monster's body, making bursts of harsh sounds.