Chapter 443: The Destroyer of Magical Weapons, Vishnu is coming! (Seeking monthly tickets!)
Swish!
The magic pestle flew back and landed in the little fat man's hands again.

"Ok?"

The little fat man held the magic pestle in one hand, and his face was immediately filled with surprise and doubt.

Strange!

He had clearly thrown the divine pestle at the giant snake just now, so how come it suddenly flew towards the immortal?
In doubt, the little fat man swung the magic pestle in his hand and threw it towards Vasuji again.

Vasuji was startled and could not help but step back.

call out!
However, this divine pestle instantly traveled through space and did not go towards Vasuki. Instead, it appeared in front of the sage Narada again.

A heavy blow!
"Ouch!"

A violent roar of pain suddenly rang out.

The sage Narada rolled and crawled on the ground, and instantly stood up, trying to avoid the attacking war pestle, but was hit on the back again and fell to the ground.

The gods were slightly stunned.

"How could this be?"

"I remember now, this seems to be the curse from the Emperor of Heaven!"

"Yes, as long as you throw the war pestle, it will fall on the body of Narada!"

“No wonder it’s like this!”

The gods murmured to themselves, and suddenly realized.

Indra blinked, his eyes flickered, and he looked down at the vajra in his hand.

His eyes sparkled as he thought for a moment.

Swish!
The vajra was retracted instantly!
If he goes up again at this time, there is a greater probability that the pestle will hit the body of the sage Narada directly.

"I'd better not do it!"

Indra muttered.

As for being empty-handed...

He looked up and saw that the sage Narada was breathing weakly and seemed to have no strength to escape.

The little fat man frowned and threw it out again in dissatisfaction.

"stop!"

Kashigiya shouted.

There was also a flash of golden light in his hand, and a golden spear instantly appeared in his hand, striking towards the divine pestle.

However, the most unexpected thing happened!

At the moment the divine pestle and divine spear collided, the divine spear seemed to fall into the water and instantly merged with the divine pestle.

"My Sakti magic weapon!"

Jiaxijiye stood there in a daze, he opened his eyes wide and exclaimed in surprise.

This is blatant bias!
His magic weapon was actually directly melted into his brother's magic weapon. What a joke! This mother is too partial!

“This is the power of a mother!”

"My power has become stronger!"

The fat boy growled.

As the divine spear merged with it, the war pestle flew faster towards the sage Narada.

call out!
The divine pestle broke through the air and flew towards the Narada hermit again.

The Narada sage opened his eyes wide, his eyes were full of horror, and he kept scratching on the ground with his hands, trying to escape, but he could hardly move even a step.

"It's over!"

Sage Narada cried out and closed his eyes.

boom!
A dull sound suddenly rang out and echoed in the space.

However, Sage Narada felt no pain.

He slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw the divine pestle swaying behind him, emitting a piercing golden light that shone down like a sharp sword.

hiss!
Sage Narada took a deep breath and looked in the direction of the sacred pestle.

A big hand suddenly grasped the middle of the sacred pestle.

The divine pestle shook and vibrated, emitting a dazzling golden light, which shone on the giant hand, like an exquisite sculpture in a raging flame, difficult to burn.

"Indra!"

Sage Narada spoke slowly.

"Caught!"

"He caught it!"

All the gods were watching this scene, and exclamations suddenly rang out.

Indra's golden left hand grasped the violently shaking sacred pestle, and he could not help but slowly said: "Fortunately, the curse I cast at the beginning did not include a guaranteed hit!"

If it is really a sure hit, then it will be unstoppable! As soon as the voice fell, Indra raised his right arm high.

His arms were filled with solid muscles, and his tendons and bones were like those of a Naga snake king, entwined and coiled, with blood rushing through them.

The golden light flickered in all directions, like brass burning in flames, extremely dazzling!
This golden right hand is raised high toward heaven.

The five fingers merged into a palm knife, cutting down suddenly.

Swish! ! !
In an instant, the golden palm knife cut down like the sharpest blade, cutting the war pestle in half.

There was only a loud cracking sound, and the Sakti magic weapon shattered instantly.

Boom!

Countless golden fragments shot out, like fireworks, exploding and scattering.

"Indra!"

Sage Narada crawled on the ground.

At this moment, his body trembled slightly and tears streamed down his face.

He just wanted to trick the Emperor of Heaven, but now it was Indra who saved him.

"Praise to Indra!"

Sage Narada could not help but put his hands together and spoke with emotion.

the other side.

The fat boy was completely furious.

His eyes widened, bloodshot, and endless anger instantly filled his heart.

The magic weapon his mother gave him was broken!
"Damn it!"

"You actually destroyed the magic weapon my mother gave me!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

The little fat boy raised his hand, his eyes red, and said angrily.

Swish!
Indra turned his head slowly.

He looked directly at the angry little fat Ganesha in front of him and said, "I don't think we need to fight. We can still explain it!"

The little fat boy's eyes were bloodshot and red.

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.

Swish!
Rays of golden light descended from the sky, all surging out and landing in the hands of the little fat man.

Countless golden fragments also gathered in his hands.

In the blink of an eye, the war pestle was re-condensed in his hand. The fragments fit together and gathered again, and the war pestle returned to its original shape in an instant.

The little fat boy held the pestle and stared at Indra.

"I will defeat you!"

The little fat man said in a deep voice.

Indra remained silent.

There is no point in saying more at this time. This is clearly a meaningless battle.

"enough!"

"What's the point of you defeating us!"

"Do you think you can beat everything?"

Indra said slowly.

"Of course I can!"

The little fat boy's voice was sonorous, full of fearlessness and confidence.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the sacred pestle in his hand and pointed it at Indra. Then, with a flash of golden light, the sacred 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 the scene calmly, watching the divine spear getting closer and closer to him.

Just when the divine spear was about to hit.

A faint golden light suddenly descended and turned into a golden shield, blocking Indra.

The golden light is dazzling, shining in all directions.

what!
The little fat boy raised his arms to cover his eyes, turned his head and saw two figures falling from the sky.

A four-armed figure riding on a golden-winged roc!
The shadow of an old man with four heads, sitting cross-legged on a lotus!
(End of this chapter)