Chapter 443: The destroyer of magic weapons, Vishnu is coming! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
Uh-huh!
The pestle flew back and returned to the little fat man's hand again.
"Um?"
The little fat man held the pestle in one hand and suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face.
Strange!
He had clearly thrown the pestle at the big snake just now, so why did it suddenly fly towards the immortal?
In doubt, the little fat man swung the pestle in his hand and threw it towards Vasuji again.
Vasuji was shocked and couldn't help but retreat.
call out!
But the divine pestle instantly traveled through space and did not go towards Vasuji. Instead, it appeared in front of the sage Narada again.
A hard blow!
"Ouch!"
A violent roar of pain sounded instantly.
Narada Immortal rolled and crawled on the ground, and instantly stood up, trying to avoid the attacking pestle, but was hit in the back again and fell to the ground.
The gods were slightly startled.
"how so?"
"I remember, this seems to be a curse from the Emperor of Heaven!"
"Yes, as long as the war pestle is thrown, it will fall on the body of Narada Immortal!"
"No wonder it's like this!"
The gods murmured to themselves, suddenly enlightened.
Indra blinked, glanced down at the vajra in his hand.
His eyes flashed and he thought a little.
Uh-huh!
The vajra is retracted instantly!
At this time, if he goes up again, there is a greater chance that the pestle will hit the Immortal Narada directly.
"I'd better not take action!"
Indra murmured.
As for empty-handed...
He looked up and saw that the Radha Immortal's breath was weak, and it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to escape.
The little fat man was frowning and throwing it out again unhappily.
"stop!"
Kahiji Ye shouted.
The golden light also flashed in his hand, and a golden spear instantly appeared in his hand, striking towards the divine pestle.
But the most unexpected thing happened!
The moment the divine pestle and the divine spear collided, the divine spear seemed to fall into the water and instantly merged with the divine pestle.
"My magic weapon of Shakti!"
Kahi Jiye froze on the spot, his eyes widened and he exclaimed in shock.
This is naked partiality!
His magic weapon was directly integrated into his brother's magic weapon. What the hell, this mother is too partial!
"This is the power of motherhood!"
"My power has become stronger!"
The little fat man growled.
As the divine spears merged with each other, the war pestle flew faster and headed towards the Immortal Narada.
call out!
The divine pestle broke through the air and flew towards Narada Immortal again.
The Radha Immortal opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of horror. His hands kept scratching on the ground in an attempt to escape, but he could not move even half a step.
"It's over!"
Narada sage exclaimed and closed his eyes.
Bang!
A dull sound suddenly sounded, echoing in the space.
However, Narada Immortal did not feel any pain.
He slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw the divine pestle swinging behind him, emitting a piercing golden light, shining down like a sharp sword.
hiss!
The Radha Immortal took a deep breath and looked along the pestle.
A big hand suddenly grasped the middle of the pestle.
The divine pestle shook and vibrated, emitting a dazzling golden light that shone on the big hand, like an exquisite sculpture in a blazing flame, which was difficult to burn.
"Indra!"
Narada Sage spoke slowly.
"Caught!"
"He caught it!"
All the gods watched this scene, and screams of surprise suddenly sounded.
Indra's golden left hand grasped the violently shaking divine pestle, and he couldn't help but slowly said: "Fortunately, the curse I placed at the beginning did not add a sure hit!"
If you really want to add a sure hit, then you can't even stop it!
As soon as he finished speaking, Indra raised his right arm high.
His big arms are full of strong muscles, and the muscles and bones are like the Naga Snake King, spiraling and entangled, and the blood is flowing.
Golden light flashed in all directions, like brass burning in a flame, extremely dazzling!
The golden right hand is raised to the sky.
The five fingers merged, turned into a palm knife, and suddenly cut down.
Uh-huh! ! !
In an instant, the golden palm knife cut down, like the sharpest war blade, cutting through the war pestle.
Only a cracking explosion was heard, and the Shakti magic weapon shattered instantly.
Boom!
Countless golden fragments shot out, like fiery trees and silver flowers, exploding in all directions.
"Indra!"
Narada sage crawled on the ground.
At this moment, his body was shaking slightly and tears were streaming down his face.
He wanted to trick the Emperor of Heaven just now, but now it was Indra who saved him.
"Praise to Indra!"
Immortal Narada couldn't help but clasping his hands together and spoke with emotion.
other side.
The little fat man was completely angry.
His eyes widened, bloodshot, and endless anger instantly filled his heart.
The magic weapon his mother gave him actually broke into pieces!
"Damn it!"
"You actually destroyed the magic weapon my mother gave me!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
The little fat man raised his hand, eyes red, and said angrily.
Uh-huh!
Indra slowly turned his head.
He looked directly at the angry little fat man Ganesha in front of him and said: "I don't think we need to fight, it can still be explained!"
The little fat man's eyes were bloodshot and scarlet.
He waved his hands violently and said angrily: "There is no need to explain, you can break my mother's magic weapon, but you can't defeat this power!"
As he spoke, the little fat man suddenly raised his hands.
Uh-huh!
Rays of golden light fell from the sky, all surging out, and fell into the hands of the little fat man.
Countless golden fragments also gathered in his hands.
In the blink of an eye, the war pestle regrouped in his hand. The fragments fit into each other and regrouped. The war pestle instantly returned to its original shape.
The little fat man held the war pestle and stared at Indra.
"I will beat you!"
The little fat man said solemnly.
Indra remained silent.
There is no point in talking more at this time. This is obviously a meaningless battle.
"Enough!"
"What's the point of defeating us!"
"Do you think you can beat anything?"
Indra said slowly.
"Of course I can!"
The little fat man's voice was sonorous, full of fearlessness and confidence.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the pestle in his hand and pointed it at Indra. Then in the flash of golden light, the pestle turned into a golden spear.
"kill!!!"
The little fat man said loudly.
call out!
The divine spear broke through the air and came towards Indra.
Indra stood there, watching this scene calmly, watching helplessly as the divine spear got closer and closer to him.
At the moment when the divine spear was about to hit.
A faint golden light suddenly descended and turned into a golden shield, blocking Indra's body.
The golden light shines brightly in all directions.
What!
The little fat man raised his arms to cover his eyes, turned his head and saw two figures falling from the sky.
A four-armed figure riding a golden-winged roc!
A shadow of an old man with four heads sitting cross-legged on a lotus!