Those who came to look for him naturally pounced, and in his original residence, they only saw Miao Ning and her riding slave who were healing. Several people heard that Fang Yan had just gone out, so they hurriedly turned around to look nearby, and then Miao Qianfei ordered the clansmen to look around for Fang Yan's whereabouts.

As soon as these people left, Miao Ning suddenly had a feeling that this senior named Yan Fang, who had been with him for several months, might be gone after leaving today. Miao Ning's heart suddenly felt empty, and he couldn't tell what mood he was, but when he thought that he would never see that gentle face again, tears involuntarily slipped down.

Fang Yan quickly shuttled through the Miao family's residence, and just now in order to borrow this person's identity, Fang Yan spent some time imitating his words and deeds after searching for the soul, and then hurriedly went out at this moment. In fact, he has been paying attention to this person for a long time, because this person has been taking care of the wounded recently, and Fang Yan once had a plan, if Miao Qianfei did not allow him to escort him, he would use this person's identity to leave.

When I came to a square built not long ago in the clan, there were already more than a thousand people here, all anxiously waiting to leave, but the person in charge was delayed. The dialects on the road were a little worried that they would be late, these people had already left early, and at that time they had to fight to catch up, and it seemed that it was not too late now, and they might have to wait a little longer.

In fact, he didn't know that these people had left a long time ago, and they had been delayed until now in order to find him. The two disciples of the Shura Sect asked to see him, but they didn't see anyone everywhere, and the Miao family was also very strange, the figure of the dialect was almost everywhere in the station these days, and when they wanted to look for him, they disappeared without a trace.

And the people from the Shura Sect immediately felt a little strange, in fact, they were just routine about Chen Ao's matter, and initially thought that he died in the mouth of the demon worm, because he disappeared in the city after that night, and has not been heard from since. But Chen Ao disappeared too cleanly, leaving no trace at all, not like the handwriting of a demon insect, and the monk Yan Fang, who was supposed to contact him at this moment, suddenly disappeared for no reason. How not to be suspicious.

The Miao family's station suddenly jumped up, and thousands of disciples were looking around for dialects, but this time there was naturally no result, but they left those wounded in the open space and ignored them, and those who were preparing to escort them were even more anxious. Maybe Miao Qianfei suddenly remembered this incident and ordered someone to come and go on his behalf, but he was afraid that he couldn't leave just now. Two disciples of the Shura Sect stayed here and asked him for someone.

Lifting hundreds of seriously injured Miao family members, everyone boarded several spaceships. Moments later, the spaceship took off and flew towards the pass. The monks who escorted the ship looked puzzled by what had just happened, and talked in whispers, only Fang Yan felt relieved that he had finally gotten rid of another big trouble.

The spaceship flew quickly to the pass, and when it arrived, it carried the wounded through the canyon and out of the flybridge without the slightest hindrance. Dialects are actually most worried about encountering accidents here. Because he is using secret techniques to pretend to be others at the moment, he can't see that his cultivation is not enough, and there must be a high-level monk here, and if you pay a little attention, you will see the flaws.

It was so smooth, Fang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, they had just passed through the flybridge, and there was a sound of urging in front of them. Shouted loudly to carry the wounded onto the boat. The group hurried over, but did not dare to step on the wrong step, and when they reached the place where the warship docked, everyone gathered around the hatch and hurriedly carried the wounded up.

No one found out, right now. A figure slipped into the fog and never came out. Confined to the special environment of this place, and everyone's attention was all focused on transporting the wounded, no one thought that someone would sneak into the fog, this is not a good place, and the depths of the vast fog are full of danger.

Wait until all the wounded are loaded onto the warship. Only a few people followed all the way to take care of them, and most of the escorted Miao monks retreated back the way they came, and no one noticed that one child was missing. Maybe the person who pretends to be in the dialect is very inconspicuous in itself, or maybe everyone doesn't care about others at all, after this insect tide, everyone will have a hard time in the Miao family.

In the dense and almost viscous mist, Fang Yan identified one direction and rushed forward, this is the experience he learned in the Misty Mountain, regardless of the terrain trend, just staring at one direction, flying over little by little. Despite this, there are still many dangers, not only the extremely complex terrain here, but also the demon insects that come and go without a trace, and the fog is their territory.

Fortunately, the dialect has insect repellent powder protection, and those demon insects will not come up to disturb, just need to rush wholeheartedly, and the dialect always uses his divine sense to probe the surroundings, and every time he stops to rest for a while, and then reconfirms his direction. Even if there is no threat from demon insects, the road of dialect is also very difficult, and it is a little unsupportable after not going far, and it will take a lot of time to recover.

Traveling in such a place, both the divine consciousness and the mana consume a huge amount, and most of it will be consumed in a short time, how can you put yourself in a situation where you have no mana in such an unknown and dangerous place, and the fatigue of the divine consciousness is also unbearable. Fortunately, Fang Yan has another thing to deal with, that is, the blue orb that he has tried and tested many times, and he can hide in it to recuperate in peace, and this treasure is his greatest reliance.

It's just that the speed of walking is naturally not fast, and it may not even be a hundred miles in a day. Some places are also forced to detour, not only to be careful of getting lost, but also to pay attention to these unknown risks, if it is not forced to be helpless, the dialect really does not want to pass through here, but now can only endure in silence.

In the past few days, the dialect has left the pass hundreds of miles away, and the surroundings have not changed at all, in addition to the ubiquitous demon insects in the fog, there are also unknown high cliffs and deep ravines under their feet. These places are not dangerous in the outside world, but they are all formidable here.

And after this journey, the dialect no longer dares to use insect repellent powder as arbitrarily as before. This fog seems to be boundless, and the insect repellent powder carried on the body is always limited, and it must be saved everywhere. After that, he was only willing to sprinkle a little bit on his body every time, and if there were too many demon insects, he would hide in the blue bead space.

What makes Fang Yan speechless the most is that he can't get any benefits at all after working hard to walk through it, he can't even mix a mouthful of spiritual food, and he can only rely on the spiritual wine and dry food on his body to replenish his physical strength. Even the corpses of these demon insects can't even get materials, these demon insects with super defensive power, after death, the corpses will be quickly corroded by the mist, becoming inferior and seemingly useless.

Killing monster insects is a completely thankless task, and there is basically nothing useful here, only endless dangers, no wonder no one wants to come. It's good to be able to return from here, Fang Yan didn't think much about it after that, just rushed to the road, and the demon insects avoided it, and went straight to the south.

The journey of less than 100 miles a day, but it took too much energy in dialects, and this extremely difficult journey did not see the end after three months. Fang Yan was quite depressed, so he had to grit his teeth and insist, and he didn't dare to be the slightest bit anxious, and patiently avoided some dangerous places, preferring to spend a few more days or even half a month for this.

If there was no blue bead space, Fang Yan would have concluded that he would not be able to go here at all, and he would have lost his life because of the depletion of his divine sense mana, and this journey would be more difficult than walking through the demonic qi. But those monks who crossed the two cultivation realms, how did they pass through here, and Fang Yan felt very puzzled every time he thought about it.

Another two months passed, and the dialect marched numbly through the mist, repeating the movements of the day after day, leaping forward cautiously. For nearly half a year, he struggled to move forward in such a suffocating fog, and many others were afraid that many would despair, but Fang Yan walked down with tenacious will.

On this day, Fang Yan suddenly felt the air flow surging beside him, the clouds and mist mixed with the cold wind rushing towards his face, the temperature around him also dropped sharply, and the familiar fog was cold to the touch. Fang Yan hurriedly stopped, carefully observed the surroundings, and then took out the talisman and spirit weapon and held it in his hand, and then slowly walked forward.

Facing the direction of the cold wind, Fang Yan walked dozens of miles away, and gradually felt that it seemed to be brighter in front of him, and the surrounding fog became a little thinner, and there was no longer that sticky feeling that almost enveloped people. And Fang Yan didn't use insect repellent powder at the moment, but he didn't even see a demon insect, maybe he really wanted to get out of this ghost place this time.

Fang Yan's spirit suddenly perked up, and his speed increased slightly, and he continued to fly forward. The fog around him became thinner and thinner, until it was about to disperse, and the oncoming cold wind became extremely cold, making the dialect cold all over, and he had to use his mana to prop up the shield and continue to run forward.

After a while, the surrounding fog dissipated, and in the distance, the black sky, under the gloomy and endless haze, was a rolling mountain. The mountain towers into the clouds, covered with a snow-white sky, and the snow and ice dance wildly in the air, and the cold wind howls through the body.

"It's finally out!" Fang Yan looked a little excited, finally out of the clouds, and the depression that had been suppressed for half a year was all dissipated at this moment. Looking into the distance, the thick dark clouds in the sky, like the condensation of demonic energy after the catastrophe, the ground is cold and abnormal, but I feel a little faint aura, this place seems a little strange, aura and demonic energy coexist peacefully here.

Either way, it's much stronger here than in the deep mist. After a while, Fang Yan gradually adjusted to the cold of this place, and took out a flying sword to see if he could fly here, he didn't want to trek through the ice and snow for months.

Fang Yan couldn't wait to take out the flying sword, let Hou jump up, and then flew steadily again. Sure enough, it was unimpeded, but the mana consumption was not low, but compared to him flying in the demonic qi, the mana consumption was much less.

This made Fang Yan quite happy in his heart, and he was finally able to fly with a sword on the way home, and he had been traveling in the fog for half a year, and he met a happy thing when he came out. In the face of the bitter cold wind, the dialect kept the height as low as possible, almost speeding past the mountains.

In the next few days, the speed of the dialect was indeed much faster, but the mana consumed when flying was not low, and it had to fall every two or three hours to restore the Fa, but in this way, it was enough to fly thousands of miles in a day. Passing through the snow-covered mountains, the roads are deserted, and even before the catastrophe, such places were uninhabited. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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