I'm a son-in-law in heaven

"Leave this to me!"

Chen Yangyu patted his chest confidently.

attracted a lot of attention.

Chen Yangyu has long been used to it, so naturally he will not be stage fright at critical moments.

"The key to defeating the spirit of drought lies in the opposite horn!"

Chen Yangyu raised his head and pointed to the pair of horns that looked like branches of dead wood.

"Those horns are the deathbed of the spirit of drought."

"As long as you can cut it off, you can deprive the power of the spirit of drought, and then naturally let me rub it."

"Of course, it should have died by then!"

"Is that so?"

Ziying was a little surprised and muttered to himself.

He fell into a misunderstanding of knowledge before, and regarded it as a dragon. Generally speaking, the strongest part of the dragon is the horn.

So he instinctively thought that the horns were the hardest part of the spirit of drought, and he didn't even dare to try too much.

But who would have thought that those two horns were actually the weakness of the spirit of drought.

If he had known this earlier, there would be no point in arguing so much with Chen Yangyu and the other three.

Chen Yangyu naturally knew about it.

Because these are what Qian Ling said.

What Qian Ling said was naturally not wrong.

And his Ziying's rolling eyeballs even guessed what was going on in his heart.

"It's useless. It's not that easy to cut off the horn of the Spirit of Drought. First of all, it is impossible for you alone to break through the blockade of the Spirit of Drought and touch the horn."

"It can't be said that before that, you have been fucked to death."

Ziying's expression froze instantly.

Looking at Chen Yangyu with a bit of surprise, what kind of talk is this.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, I'll give you another chance. You can try it."

Chen Yangyu shrugged and bewitched Ziying to try.

Anyway, the spirit of drought is still spinning in place, unable to break through the hundred-mile range.

Speaking of which, Chen Yangyu couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that he was too fat and got stuck in the ground?
Or, the spirit of drought has long been connected to the entire land of Fengxian County, if this is the case, it will be over.

I don't know how much effort it will take to solve this Fengxian County mutation.

"What are you going to do now?"

Ziying asked.

It can be regarded as approval of what Chen Yangyu just said.

It's just that things always have an ending, otherwise how can it be considered over.

"It's very simple, everyone works together, as long as you can block the attack of the spirit of drought, then I will have a chance to cut off the horns while there is a gap."

The method given by Chen Yangyu is also simple and rude.

"You can't hesitate about this matter, because there is only one chance, once you miss it, you won't have it again."

Chen Yangyu opened his mouth and forced Ziying into a desperate situation.

This is the truth!

Because there is only this chance, if it fails to work, then the spirit of drought will return to rest, and it will be impossible to do it if it wants to work again.

"In this case, why can't it be me! Let me kill the spirit of drought?"

Ziying wants this last chance.

"I'm stronger than you!"

Chen Yangyu's words made Ziying almost go berserk, so he fought Chen Yangyu desperately.

"Of course this is all a joke, you don't have to worry about it, Fellow Daoist Ziying."

Chen Yangyu laughed three times and brought the matter up.

"However, I know where to start and when to make a move. Maybe fellow Daoist Daoist is like me in this idea?"

Changing the subject, Chen Yangyu immediately talked about something else.

This also left Ziying speechless.

He really can't guarantee anything.

"So it's up to you."

"This is wrong again! But I am the most suitable."

Chen Yangyu said modestly.

It is an indisputable fact that only he is the most suitable for this matter.

Ziying hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded.

Just like what Chen Yangyu said just now, it seems that only Chen Yangyu is the most suitable one for this matter.

"Then so be it!"

"So, let the three of you take action!"

Chen Yangyu bowed and stepped out of the way.

In the beginning, it was still up to Ziying and Xiaoqi.

Holding a shield in one hand and a knife in the other, Ziying walked out with a chuckle.

Xiao Qi followed closely behind, refusing to fall behind.

Zhao Sanyan hesitated for a while, a little reluctantly.

When the three of them walked into the hundred-mile land again, they were immediately targeted by the mad spirit of drought.

However, the spirit of drought opened its mouth and let out a roar, the sound was like thunder, and it brought billowing smoke and dust, rushing toward the face.

Ziying's eyes were stained with gold at some point, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Xing Tianwu's relatives, Meng Zhiyou is always there!"

Ziying swept through the sky again, and the long shield flew out of his hand, directly hitting the body of the spirit of drought.

The shield imbued with majestic strength whizzed out, crushing the space along the way, and the surroundings were wrapped in nothingness.

The long shield finally landed on the head of the spirit of drought, and the body of the spirit of drought, which was smashed hard, fell back.

The knife and ax fell, slashing at Chang Tian, ​​and the long light of the knife fell along the cracks in the scales of the Drought Spirit, and the light of the knife was exquisite like a silk thread.

But it was this deadly silk thread that squeezed in desperately.

The spirit scale armor of the drought was broken, and blood continued to drip from the gap.

Ziying's actions also completely angered the spirit of drought, but he saw his mouth open and close, and the power of desolation was gathering. It was a punch, and the shadow behind him swung his fist at the same time, knocking out the spirit of drought.

Zhao Sanyan used Zhu Xian's sword energy to kill the weak points such as the pupil of the spirit of drought.

He had already seen clearly before that there was still a gap between him and the two of them, so naturally he had to choose a good position before making a move, otherwise it would be easy to become a laughing stock.

When Chen Yangyu saw Zhao Sanyan's actions, he also smiled.

"This guy is still a chicken thief as always."

"Stop talking about this, you should be ready yourself."

Qianling is reminding Chen Yangyu that the opportunity is fleeting and there is no room for carelessness.

Chen Yangyu nodded, holding the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand, immersed in his thoughts, behind him the dharma body of the emperor stood in the void, with nine stars shining above his head.

Just as the spirit of drought closed his eyes to avoid Zhao Sanyan's sword energy, Chen Yangyu suddenly opened his eyes.

Above the nine heavens, countless stars twinkled, and the stars gathered together, turning into a divine sword in the sky.

Chen Yangyu swung the Heavenly Punishment Sword and slashed down, and the divine sword fell at the same time, cutting off the two horns on the top of the drought spirit's head with one sword.

The huge double horns of dead wood fell from the sky, and the drought spirit only had time to let out a wail before falling directly to the ground and turning into nothingness.

Chen Yangyu watched the huge body dissipate in place, but froze in place.

At this time, Ziying's roar also came, mixed with anger.

"Chen Yangyu, what did you do? What about the drought magic talisman!"

Chen Yangyu lowered his head and saw Ziying who was rushing to Xingshi to inquire about his crimes, and the anger in his heart also burst out at this moment.

"How the hell do I know what's going on! I still want to ask!"

Seeing the spirit of drought dissipating in front of his eyes, Chen Yangyu was so angry that he just wanted to scratch his hair.