In the dark night, there is not a ray of light, this is not a good opportunity to cross the boundary river, and the dialect is not so arrogant that it is empty-eyed. But he only stayed for a short time, and then began to move again, this time along the edge of the Boundary River, in the opposite direction of the pass of the Two Realms.

In the middle of the night, there is a deep pool, not to mention the unpredictable boundary river at the foot, ordinary people will have a natural awe of this, but the dialect is unwilling to linger for too long. Although his divine sense was quite limited here, it still allowed him to see the situation within tens of kilometers around him, and what forced him to hurry was precisely the guards who would sooner or later chase after him.

In fact, Fang Yan didn't have to cross the boundary river, he just wanted to find a hidden place to temporarily avoid the edge, after all, his destination was the Qingyuan Sect in South Vietnam, if he could avoid the pursuers, why bother to go to the completely unfamiliar other side, then I am afraid that he would have a headache how to come back.

The edge of the boundary river was like a straight and towering mountain, but when it reached the peak, half of it was abruptly cut off, and the other half was gone. Maybe it was sunk in the depths of this sea of mist, but what kind of great power was it, just to achieve the prestige of the Boundary River?

As the day dawned, a glimmer of light began to glow in the thick fog, but the visibility did not increase much, and the fog on the banks of the boundary river became even deeper, as if the nearby fog had been gathered here, making those places seem a little sparse. Even this didn't make the dialect a little easier, because there was nowhere to hide in the surrounding terrain, and as long as the gang continued to chase him, he would eventually have no way to escape.

Although it is not an unobstructed view here, the barrier of the fog will be easily dissolved by the number of people on the other side, and if there is some unexpected means, it will not be too difficult to find him in the end. Is it really necessary to force the crossing of the boundary river? This question requires painstaking consideration, and it is difficult to decide on dialects for a while.

After walking along the edge for a long time, Fang Yan walked down the hill with luck, hoping that the chasing soldiers behind him would be bypassed by his non-stop march, but unfortunately he still misestimated the scale of the manpower sent by the Demon Gate this time. The dialects all suspected that the stronghold had at least tens of thousands of troops, otherwise how could the originally large and desolate area be full of people, and they may not have a clear direction of pursuit these days, but just sent a group of men to search around the stronghold.

This invisibly makes the dialect more passive, and the search ability of tens of thousands of monks is far beyond that of the silver-winged ant colony, as long as they persevere, what is the difficulty of finding a big living person by the boundary river where the terrain is not complicated.

After all, people have lost a golden pill, and they can't easily give up in any force, not to mention that it also involves the secrets of the Demon Gate.

Fang Yan had to retreat to the edge of the boundary river again, I am afraid that in a few days it will not even be good here, seeing his situation clearly, Fang Yan calmed down, and thought about taking out a neatly folded square scarf. This is exactly the spiritual weapon that Fang Yan obtained in the secret realm, the water cloud flying, usually not very useful, but it is quite practical in this cloud-shrouded place.

pinched out a trick casually, and the snow-white scarf suddenly turned into a cloud of mist, wrapping the dialect, and the whole person became as light as a feather, fluttering. After a pause, the dialect slowly flew up, but instead of immediately heading into the boundary river, it stuck to the edge and slowly went deeper, like a swimmer who is new to wading into the river, exploring the water before crossing.

Unexpectedly, he had just leaned out half of his body, but he was suddenly pulled downward by a huge force, and he didn't have time to reflexively retreat, and the whole person was swept into a thick fog. "Not good!", all this happened without warning, and how could the dialect think that the shore was only a line away from the fog, but the two places were worlds apart.

Moreover, the urging of the water cloud flying also made him form an illusion, and even expected it to surprise him again. I'm afraid that it is another place where the power of heaven and earth gathers, and the stone forest that devours the soul allows him to escape from death, but this place puts him in danger, and the wealth and misfortune are really unpredictable.

There is no room for dialects to think too much, at this moment he is like a mortal with no magic power falling off a cliff, letting him urge the water clouds to fly across with all his strength but with little effect, and in an instant, he has fallen hundreds of feet deep in the sea of fog. From time to time, there were bursts of exclamations from Qingluan, reminding him that he still had a human life on his back, and the dialect was even more secretly scolded in his ears for being confused, why didn't he think that he would try it alone first, so that at least Qingluan could pull him on it.

Unfortunately, it was too late to think about anything, but fortunately the place where he fell was not far from the cliff, and at this time he was full of hope that there would be a protruding rock or tree branch to block him, but he knew that his divine sense had been consumed a lot but he found nothing, and even if he was afraid, he would miss it in a hurry because he was falling too fast.

"The moat is really difficult to cross, is it considered to have seen it this time?" Compared with the previous pride, at this moment, the dialect is full of bitterness, and the world-famous natural danger actually wants to survive with a spiritual weapon, and he is really naïve.

Between the turns of his mind, hundreds of zhang flickered by, and at this moment, Fang Yan suddenly sensed that the huge force that dragged him down seemed to have weakened slightly.

The dialect is already very sharp, not to mention that it is between life and death, and the slightest change in the surroundings can determine one's own life, and this feeling is immediately confirmed. It was just a slight change, but it doubled the courage of the dialect, in addition to the mana all over the body desperately urging the water clouds to fly across, the vitality of the whole body also tried its best to agitate, so that all efforts were done to slow down the speed of falling.

Don't really say it, Fang Yan's dying struggle had an obvious effect, and the speed of the fall immediately slowed down by a minute, and just at this time, he felt a bulge under the oblique, and suddenly he felt like he had caught a life-saving straw, and he struggled to pounce. With a crisp "click", the dialect grabbed the rock that protruded several feet from the cliff wall, but tore off the arm joints due to the inertia of falling.

But his five fingers were like iron pincers, and he grasped the rock firmly, and his whole body surged upward, and his body climbed to the rock with difficulty. A place several feet wide, the two of them were naturally very cramped, but there were smooth and vertical cliffs up and down, left and right, and only here could they barely settle down, and most importantly, they temporarily escaped the bad luck of falling into the abyss.

But the crisis was not completely resolved, looking at the dense clouds and mist around him, Fang Yan stood carefully on top of the stone, and quickly recovered his injured arm with Yuan Li.

"I'm kind of out of tracking, but it's a bit worse. Fang Yan secretly smiled bitterly. The two of them couldn't stand here for a long time, but they couldn't think of a way to leave this Jedi for a while, and the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe dissipated in an instant.

Qingluan was clinging to the cliff wall by him, and hurriedly released a few silver-winged ants after he was in a little mood, but he didn't know that there was no echo after he was in the fog, and even the demon insects born and raised here encountered the same predicament as him. In fact, this was already expected by Fang Yan, but he was not too disappointed, he did not find any trace of the demon insect for a few days, and I think this is the reason.

The boundary river is not only the monk's moat, but also the demon insects that dominate this place, and the danger here may have been rooted in the depths of their blood, passed down from generation to generation, and only an ignorant and fearless outsider like Fang Yan will truly understand after suffering hardships.