Yun Qianman felt uncomfortable buzzing in her ears, and she heard countless small voices, coming from the wind, which were the grievances of thousands of ghosts after they died.

With a "burst of breaking", the black and white colors in the sky suddenly crushed, and finally penetrated into Qian Junyue's body together. In the distance, the towering valley collapsed, and the peaks on both sides were flattened in an instant. Outside the valley, the sun had already set, but after the terrain was flattened, the blood-red sunset shone on the land again, making the land seem to be covered with a blood-colored curtain.

"Big hero, are you alright?" Yun Qianman looked at him worriedly, but he motioned for her not to come closer.

"I'm already in the body, you can't get too close to me."

Yun Qianman saw that his body was indeed covered with a layer of black qi, she thought that the black qi would gradually dissipate, but they seemed to take root and sprout, extending countless terrifying tentacles of "teeth and claws" on his body, lingering. But she couldn't see the slightest fear in Qian Junyue's eyes, on the contrary, he was very calm, and said to her slowly: "Follow me, don't go too far, I will protect you." ”

By the time she nodded gratefully, he was already walking towards the devastated valley.

Yun Qianman kept a distance of two meters from this "big backer" tightly, because he couldn't get too close, otherwise he would be affected by the black gas, and he didn't dare to get too far. The outside of the valley should have been surrounded by the people of Shayao Peak, although she was mentally prepared, she still felt extremely shocked when she walked to the mouth of the valley.

The earth-shattering loud noise of Fang Cai had already caused all the immortal cultivators who were lurking in the shadows to gather around, and the sects guarding in other directions had also arrived one after another, and there were as many as a thousand people in one place. These people wore different colors and styles of clothing, representing their completely different identities, and the only thing they had in common was that they looked at the killing light when they looked at Qianjunyue.

She also saw her Kuiyun Sect's disciples in the crowd, and strangely, there were many more disciples in the sect than when she came together.

There are two elders in the ranks!

She thought about running to her own people to seek refuge, but her instincts told her that those people were far less willing to protect her than this Qianjun.

Yun Qianman said hesitantly: "How can there be so many people, there were obviously not so many when I came." ”

Qian Junyue asked rhetorically: "There are many people and few people, what is the difference?" ”

There are many people and few people, and of course there is a big difference. For example, the more he can fight with one against ten, he can't beat the other party with twenty people, and if he can fight one against one by hundred, he can't deal with two hundred people, unless he can fight one against a thousand. Thinking of this, she gasped, and then looked at the uneasiness on the faces of the disciples of various sects, which seemed to confirm her thoughts-this thousand Junyue, is it really not afraid of thousands of immortal cultivators?

"Hand over the wind chase!"

"Hand over the chasing wind, and we'll let you go, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!"

Some of them have already yelled a few times, but having said that, it is clear that even if they do hand over the chasing wind, they may not be polite.

Qian Junyue looked at these people with contempt on his face, and snorted coldly through his nostrils: "Chasing the wind is a thousand things, how can you ask for it if you say you want it?" ”

Yun Qianman was shocked again after hearing this, if she heard it correctly, Qianjunyue said that this chasing wind is her thing.

According to Shuyue, these people are all chasing the wind, which shows that this treasure is absolutely valuable, but I didn't expect it to be hers.

But since it's hers, why isn't it in her hands? Now it seems that chasing the wind is just as tricky as her Yun Qianman's identity.

She looked around again, there were many fierce gods and evil people among the thousands of immortal cultivators, she carefully discerned them again, and found that most of them were masters above the third level of qi refining, and the cultivation of several of them was even too high to judge. She silently pinched the sweat for Qianjunyue, even if he could fight a thousand enemies, it was difficult to guarantee that he could protect her. So she took out the purple flame bracelet from her arms, hoping that this magic weapon could be used again, so that she could find a time to slip away.

"You ......"

"Kill the god Qianjunyue!"

Several monks with good eyesight recognized him, and for a while there was no sound, and more than a thousand people retreated ten meters at the same time.

"The other is ......"

"The Ghost Girl in Cloud Clothes!"

Then someone recognized Yun Qianman, and more than a thousand people retreated ten meters in unison.

She is obviously disguised, why is she still recognized, the only explanation is that there are too many masters here.

"Ten years have passed, and the two of them have come together again!" Someone sighed, as if remembering some unbearable past.

"The country of Xia and Autumn will not be at peace again...... someone said compassionately.

However, at this time, someone in the sky shouted:

"Qianjunyue, you came just in time, Yuyangmen Dry Stone, come to avenge Senior Brother Deadwood and my five senior nephews!"

"Qian Junyue, I, Wandan Sect Qu Kui, also want to avenge Senior Brother Ling Yuan!"

"Shi Zhiyin, the former head of the family, revenge!"

"One hundred and eight lives in Hejiazhuang want you to pay for your blood debts!"

"Qingwumen and you don't share the sky, take your life!"

In the eyes of everyone's amazement, eleven Changhong flew in the air one after another, and eleven old men either stood on swords, or stepped on streamer totems, or stepped on gourds, lotus seats and other magic weapons, and surrounded Qianjun Yue in the void. Qianjunyue glanced up, and after scanning the eleven people around, he turned his head to look at Yun Qianman, his expression was very soft, and said, "You go over there and wait for me first." ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, Yun Qianman still used him to remind him, and he had already started to run towards the valley. After running a hundred meters, she stopped and turned back, Qian Junyue pointed farther away, Yun Qianman stuck out his tongue, and had to run another hundred meters. Although she ran away very actively, she was even more worried in her heart, because she had vaguely heard the discussion of the disciples in the distance, and it turned out that the eleven people in the air were all "old antiques" in various sects.

What is the concept of antique?

In the eyes of modern people, old antiques represent value, and in this world, old antiques represent absolute strength.

Even if you have mediocre talent and can live to such an age, you can consume your cultivation. For example, the old immortal of the zenith, he can refine the pill with one hand, which is really unheard of, and he can't even imagine it. Now eleven old antiques are surrounded by a thousand Junyue, and it can only be said that this Qianjunyue is difficult to fly with wings.

She was thinking in her heart, after Qian Junyue was defeated, how should she break off her relationship with him?

Can she tell those people outside that she just accidentally broke into the valley, and that the chasing wind is not in her hands, and whoever likes it will be given to her, maybe these people will let her go. It really didn't work, so she told them that she was not the real Yun Qianman, she was just an innocent traverser, and any grievances and grievances had nothing to do with her. However, after the lesson of the last Chayao Peak, in this world, there seems to be no reason to talk about it.