Just as the ghost was cursing, the space suddenly shattered, and an embarrassed figure staggered out of the dark nothingness.

Meng Nanxun floated above Youtu's head, lowered his head, and stared at her viciously.

Presumably Meng Nanxun has suffered a lot, but the most ugly face is still the ghost.

"You can come out on your own?"

"Naturally, I have some secret arts, besides。。。。。。 Meng Nanxun gasped, and when she saw Youtu's angry appearance, her heart was also extremely happy, "I still have to be glad that your strength was not strong enough to throw me into an extremely unstable space, so that I could break through the barrier of space so quickly." ”

You Tu seemed to be about to bite her silver teeth, and she looked helplessly at her jade hands.

"If I had the strength of the original thirty percent, I'm afraid you would have turned to ashes. ”

"Then I really want to thank the man who destroyed your body. ”

"Noise!"

As soon as Youtu raised his hand, he threw the black yarn in his hand towards Meng Nanxun above his head again, this time the speed of the black yarn was no longer so slow, and it could be seen that Youtu was unwilling to talk to Meng Nanxun more. The latter's eyes were glazed, and he was still afraid of this thing in his heart, as long as he was sucked in by it again, he didn't know how hard it would take to escape.

Meng Nanxun's hand held the flute vertically, like a, puffed out his cheeks, and blew a big breath into it. This breath was blown into the jade flute with a row of holes, and nothing happened, as if it was leaking out from the other end, and it had no effect.

Meng Nanxun's face was solemn, and he was not completely sure in his heart, but he still held the flute with both hands, closed his eyes, and chanted words in his mouth. Youtu watched her series of actions and wanted to make fun of her.

Knowing that a substantial attack was useless against the black veil, there was no need to try to struggle in vain. But Youtu didn't speak, she wanted to see what tricks the other party had.

Meng Nanxun's movements were all completed in the blink of an eye, and the black tulle had floated to the soles of her feet. Meng Nanxun's eyes opened suddenly, and at the same time, she opened her hands, and the white jade flute she held in her hand was floating in the air at the moment, shaking violently, as if something was about to break open and come out of it.

"Hum~" There was a loud sound, and a powerful sound wave burst out from the seven holes on the flute, wrapped in tide-like energy, spraying downward, causing layers of ripples in the air.

The black tulle that was originally rushing towards Meng Nanxun was forced to retreat downward like a banner in the wind like a banner in the wind.

The ghost map, which was not far from Meng Nanxun's body, was also affected by this terrifying sound wave. Obviously, the energy in this sound wave was not very deadly to Yutu, but the piercing and screeching sound was hitting her eardrums back and forth, making it extremely unbearable.

Under Youtu, a branch that slowly swayed left and right in the breeze suddenly collapsed after the arrival of this sound wave, as if it had been hit by a thousand pounds of weight. Even though she had covered her ears with her hands, the sound waves were still able to pass through.

"Damn, it's annoying. ”

Youtu understood that this would not help, and raised his head to look up, the jade flute that was shaking violently in front of Meng Nanxun did not mean to stop for the time being.

The black gauze lost its strength and was about to float to Youtu, she stepped on the air with her jade feet, rushed forward in a hurry, copied the black tulle in her hand, and quickly wrapped her whole body tightly. After this pause, the black gauze continued to fall, and there was no longer a figure of Youtu below.

Meng Nanxun, who was high in the sky, glanced at this scene, and was shocked, but only heard a faint voice behind his ears: "What a broken flute, it's worse than what you play." ”

The other party's movements were too fast, Meng Nanxun only had time to turn back half of her body, and Youtu's hand was already pressed on her back. The former only felt a huge energy condensing on her back, and she used her fastest speed to escape, while she struggled to the death, turning forward and kicking her legs backwards.

This kick hit Youtu's arm, and the palm that was originally attached to his back also deviated from its position, "Boom!", a black firework exploded in mid-air, and Meng Nanxun's body fell extremely quickly, shooting into the woods below.

Youtu's palm finally pressed on Meng Nanxun's shoulder, and she didn't forget to grab the jade flute floating in the air in the palm of her hand before being blown up. Yutu shook his aching arm, muttering about his dissatisfaction with this body.

Since Meng Nanxun was shot into the forest, it was quiet below, and she hid her breath and hid.

He let her escape. ”

The ghost figure thought in pieces, and leaned down, towards somewhere in the woods below. With her current strength, Meng Nanxun's methods can't escape from her palm. The ghost picture swept downward, and when it was about to reach the top of the treetops, from the black trees below, there was a flash of white light, and then many bamboos rose from the ground and pierced the ghost picture in mid-air.

Yutu was taken aback but not frightened by the momentum, she clenched her hands weakly, and first threw a black ball of light with her right hand. When the soaring bamboo came into contact with the black ball of light, the latter suddenly exploded, clearing a path. The crazy bamboo momentum paused, and then spread high into the air again, as if it was about to poke a hole in the sky.

Yutu opened his bow left and right with both hands, and balls of light were thrown downward. However, attacking so often made Youtu feel a little unbearable. This body is really too bad. Explosions continued through the valley, and finally, Yutu rushed into the forest.

She could feel that Meng Nanxun was still down here. When her feet landed on the ground, she found that the breath she felt was not far in front of her. The incessant bombardment filled the area with smoke and dust, covering the woods, and a dim light faintly peeked through the dust.

After the dust dissipated, on the ground in front of Youtu, a jade flute was slanted into the soil, emitting a white light. It also revealed all the familiar aura on Meng Nanxun's body, and Youtu realized that he had been fooled. She jerked her head up, and there was an even stronger aura in it.

Meng Nanxun didn't know when, she had actually floated high in the air, and now she was in the middle of those towering bamboos, holding the palm of her left hand with her right hand, the latter opening to the ghost, and there was a symbol glowing in her palm. Meng Nanxun pressed down quickly, and with those bamboos, it seemed to be a long snake that had been given life, and suppressed it together against the ghost map below.

Youtu wanted to escape, but suddenly felt several thin bamboo knots under his feet, and the bamboo restrained his legs like vines. Meng Nanxun smashed down with the momentum of Wanjun, and the ghost plan was unavoidable, and was pressed into the ground by the dense and numerous bamboos. Meng Nanxun landed on the bamboo in the center of the hole, and with a move of her right hand, the jade flute inserted in the ground flew back into her palm, she held it in her mouth, and the pleasant rhythm sounded, sounding a little obscure.

The bamboos seemed to be urged by the sound of the flute, and they were being wrapped tightly little by little, and they were more tightly pressed against each other, trapping the ghost picture below. Meng Nanxun finished the song, put down the flute in his hand, and the pain on his left shoulder rushed to his nerves like a hungry wolf.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder, which was swirling with black air, like maggots attached to the bones. Meng Nanxun naturally understands this kind of thing very thoroughly, and she has seen enough about the characteristics of the power of the Youtu, more than 20,000 years ago, but with her own body that only returns to the state of mind, it is indeed a little reluctant to fight against the former patriarch of Youtu.

Meng Nanxun's right hand gradually filled the entire palm with white qi, and then pressed it on the wound on his left shoulder. The black qi was dissipating little by little, Meng Nanxun looked at her feet with a solemn face, she understood that such a trick could not control the other party for a long time, and she had to think of an effective strategy.