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

On the battlefield, the autumn wind was still blowing, bringing a hint of bone-penetrating chill, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

The withered and yellow grass leaves swayed gently in the breeze, but could not conceal the solemn and murderous aura.

Seeing the three Vajra appear, Fang Ming was not afraid at all, but instead a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes flashed with determination and confidence, and he secretly said: "To be honest, the King of Growth was just like this, but he still died in my hands."

This calmness made the atmosphere around him shudder.

He stared at the remaining three Vajra with a sharp gaze, thinking to himself: "As long as all these three Vajra are defeated, the Venerable should appear..."

The many monks and monsters on the field had originally lost their morale, and they were all timid and were about to withdraw.

However, when they saw the three Vajra appear, they seemed to see hope, and immediately regrouped and their morale was greatly boosted.

They secretly rejoiced in their hearts, thinking that Fang Ming would definitely be in danger this time.

After all, three of the Four Vajra Kings came, how could a mere human resist them?

However, they didn't know that the only one who didn't come, the Heavenly King of Growth, had actually died at Fang Ming's hands.

If this news spread, it would probably surprise them.

"Bold human, how dare you come to my Buddha land and act so presumptuously!"

The Heavenly King of Vaisravana, holding the Hunyuan Umbrella, glared at him, and his voice echoed on the battlefield like a huge bell.

His figure was burly, standing like a mountain, and the Hunyuan Umbrella in his hand was flashing with mysterious light, as if it could swallow everything.

Dragons and snakes were moving on the body of the Heavenly King of Guangmu, and his scales were shining in the sun, like a real dragon descending.

He looked at Fang Ming, his eyes full of murderous intent: "Go ahead, I will grind you to ashes today, and use it to commemorate Changzhang!"

Before he finished speaking, the dragon and snake on his body flew out like an arrow, growing longer in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two huge monsters, wandering freely among the monsters.

Countless monsters were eaten alive in an instant because they blocked the way of the dragon and snake. The scene was so tragic that it was shocking.

Seeing this, Duowen Tianwang suddenly opened the Hunyuan Umbrella in his hand, and it covered Fang Ming's head like a dark cloud.

The Hunyuan Umbrella continued to expand, covering the sky above Fang Ming's head.

Fang Ming suddenly felt like he was trapped in a dark place, surrounded by darkness, only the light on the Hunyuan Umbrella was flickering, like the brightest star in the night sky.

A huge suction came from the Hunyuan Umbrella, and all the plants couldn't help but fly into the sky.

However, Fang Ming's body remained unmoved.

At this moment, Dhritarashtra also moved.

He gently plucked the strings of the zither, and the melodious sound of the zither suddenly rang out on the battlefield.

The sound of the zither was sometimes melodious and gentle, like the spring breeze blowing on your face; sometimes it was passionate and heart-stirring, like the drums of war urging you to march.

The many monsters and monks who heard the sound of the zither all became fearless and more courageous.

They rushed forward at the risk of their lives, as if they were going to tear Fang Ming into pieces.

However, Fang Ming did not feel uncomfortable listening to the sound of the zither.

In his backpack, the Buddha's bone relic was slowly turning, emitting a soft light.

This light isolated the sound of the zither and the suction effect of the Hunyuan Umbrella, so that Fang Ming could not be affected at all.

The eyes of the Vaisravana were like torches, and he stared at Fang Ming closely, his eyes full of wonder.

Seeing him standing firmly under the Hunyuan Umbrella, the surrounding plants were all pulled by the terrifying suction, like puppets controlled by invisible hands, leaving the ground and floating towards the distant sky.

However, only Fang Ming remained motionless, his feet rooted in the earth, and no matter how violent the suction was, he could not be shaken at all.

The Heavenly King of Many Wisdom muttered to himself, with a hint of disbelief in his voice: "How could this kid not be affected by the suction of my Hunyuan Umbrella at all? Those plants have obviously ascended, why can he be spared?"

His words were full of confusion and puzzlement, and his eyes swept across the battlefield again, only to see those plants floating helplessly in the air like kites with broken strings, while Fang Ming was as stable as a mountain, standing firm.

On the other side, the Heavenly King of Dhritarashtra plucked the strings of the zither with his fingers, and the sound of the zither was melodious and passionate, as clear and pleasant as the sound of spring water, and as exciting as the roar of war drums.

However, in this passionate piano music, Fang Ming's face remained calm, as if the piano music had nothing to do with him and did not affect his mood at all.

Chiguo Tianwang frowned, his eyes full of doubt and shock: "What kind of means does this person have to ignore my piano music attack? Does he have a treasure? That's why he can be so calm?"

He was in doubt and glanced at Duowen Tianwang.Wang, only to see that the latter was also stunned, and was obviously shocked by Fang Ming's performance.

"Be careful,"

Duowen Tianwang said in a deep voice, his voice revealed a trace of solemnity and vigilance, "This kid is not right, Zhangzhang's death in his hands is no accident."

After saying that, he locked Fang Ming with a sharp gaze, fearing that he would miss any details and miss the opportunity to defeat him.

Fang Ming was also full of sorrow at this moment. He looked at the extremely strong cabbage pitchers that were pulled away by the suction of the Hunyuan Umbrella, and his heart was full of helplessness.

And those machine gun cabbage pitchers, under the effect of the piano sound, were like frost-bitten eggplants, sluggish, and stopped firing directly, and never fired a laser again.

Without the suppression of these plants, the monsters were like wild horses running wildly, approaching one after another, and the battlefield situation was reversed instantly.

Fang Ming waved his hand, and those machine gun cabbage pitchers turned into dots of light and were taken back into his body again.

At this moment, a giant python and a red dragon came forward in unison, rushing towards him like two lightning bolts.

The giant python's scales flickered, as if it was made of steel; the red dragon's eyes were like torches, and its momentum was fierce and frightening.

Fang Ming's eyes finally became serious.

He looked up at the Hunyuan Umbrella in the air, and glanced at the Heavenly King Chiguo who was constantly playing the pipa, thinking to himself: "If these two magic weapons are not removed, my machine gun cabbage pitcher will not be able to exert its due combat power."

"However, the only way to deal with these two magic weapons is the [Disarm] entry. But if the machine gun cabbage pitcher does not fire, how can it trigger [Disarm]?"

Fang Ming was in trouble for a while.

However, he did not give up the output, but kept throwing out plants such as pepper cherries, ice mushrooms, and potato mines to block the monsters' offensive.

Every explosion of the plants was accompanied by a roar, and the monsters fell one after another.

But more monsters came up like a tide, as if endless.