After waiting in the cave for three more days, Qingluan woke up slowly, and during this time, the dialect was cultivating while carefully figuring out this mirage true magic skill. Although he has no intention of cultivating, but Fang Yan is unwilling after all, if it weren't for the involvement of the natal divine beast, he would really want to give it to the demon body for cultivation, and now he can only find a suitable secret technique from it, and he doesn't want to let go of any of the greedy ones.

"Young Master, what kind of place is this, didn't that person chase after you?" Qingluan opened his eyes and immediately asked anxiously, obviously very jealous of that demon cultivator, but he didn't know that that guy had already been killed by Fang Yan in the stone forest. Seeing that her face was pale and bloodless, Fang Yan was naturally very distressed, but she took off the jade slip that was pasted on her forehead and pretended to smile easily, and then briefly recounted the killing of the demon cultivator.

"There is such a dangerous place, even Brother Jindan can't resist, young master, let's leave quickly. "The killing of the demon cultivator didn't make Qingluan feel much more at ease, but he wanted to leave immediately. Originally, Fang Yan wanted to let her recuperate for two more days, but when he saw her panicked appearance, he couldn't say much, but he couldn't help but put her behind his back again.

"This is a Demon Gate Exercise, the level is not low, you take a look at it with your heart. Fang Yan casually took out a silk-like magic weapon from the storage bag, quickly tied Qingluan to her body, and handed the duplicate jade slip in her hand behind her in her coquettish eyes, and walked towards the cave.

Qingluan didn't think much about it, she took it casually and put it on her forehead, who knew that she didn't put it down when she saw it, and the jade Jane seemed to have taken root on the top of her head. If it weren't for the dialect reminder, she would have forgotten to release the silver-winged ants used to explore the path, and now that the injury of her divine consciousness has been greatly improved, there is not much hindrance to the envoy some silver-winged ants, and the reason why her body is still weak is still the backhand blow of the demon cultivator before.

Sneaking out of the cave, with the help of many sentinels released by Qingluan, the situation within a radius of dozens of miles was quickly clarified, which made Fang Yan breathe a sigh of relief. Most of the surrounding areas are foggy and thin, but most of them are extremely barren, with craggy and strange rocks all over it, and there are few plants and trees to be seen, and the demon insects are almost invisible, which is like a forgotten place.

Matching the feeling of the dialect when he came here, there was an upward slope from the direction of the stronghold to the cave location, and the steeper the slope became the further you walked to the boundary river, as if there was an impassable peak between the two worlds. Fang Yan was not interested in exploring that unknown area, now he was only thinking about how to return to the sect, and returning the same way was naturally the first choice, and it was better not to trespass in the foggy environment.

"Hey, there seems to be someone in front, young master, should we get out of the way?" Before he had walked far, Qingluan suddenly took away the precious jade slip on his forehead and asked Fang Yan.

After listening to Qingluan's description of the appearance of the person in front of him, his heart suddenly sank, because the person found by the silver-winged ant was obviously from that demon stronghold. A few days ago, when the insect tide started, Qingluan hid behind and didn't see it, but the dialect was really visible at that time, and the person she described was dressed exactly the clothes of the guards in that stronghold.

Unexpectedly found here, could it be that this person has nothing to do with that Jindan Demon Cultivator, but according to Qingluan, this person should only be a foundation building period cultivator, doesn't he know that his own family has died, and he can't come here to die? Fang Yan secretly wondered, he couldn't understand what the person in front of him was about, and he might have strayed into this place, so he thought for a moment and decided to quietly bypass, trying not to alarm the other party.

"It's not good, there seem to be a lot of people in front of us, they are looking for something, shouldn't they be coming at us?"

"Oh no, I see! Fang Yan quickly reacted, it was no accident that these monks dressed as guards came here one after another, their task was to garrison, and there was only one possibility of leaving the stronghold for a large-scale dispatch, that is, they received an order from the high-level of the stronghold, and the person who issued the order was either the Jindan Demon Cultivator, or someone of the same weight.

Leaving such a scourge for himself when he died, Fang Yan scolded that guy countless times in his heart, but judging from the time when these people arrived, someone should have found this guy dead and tracked him down with some kind of secret technique. Fang Yan immediately chose to flee backwards, mainly because he didn't know the reality of the monks who came, and how many people there were, but it could be seen that the situation was not good.

Maybe there are also Jindan monks mixed in, after all, the other party has already had a Jin Dan died in the hands of Fang Yan, and he will not be stupid enough to send a group of foundation building period guards to seek revenge. This is also one of the reasons why Fang Yan is very jealous, fighting with the other party here is only a dead end, but the problem is that even escaping is a troublesome matter, because he has only one way to retreat to the boundary river.

"The boundary river is the boundary river, you think I have no way to escape, I want to find a way to prevent you from getting your wish. The dialect almost gritted his teeth. Suddenly, he remembered that he had killed several demon cultivators, as if all of them were in endless trouble, and as if they were inexhaustible, as long as he killed one of the other party, he would always be inexplicably approached later.

Fortunately, the other party didn't notice it immediately after killing that guy, and gave him a few days to recuperate, and the recovery ability of the dialect was already super strong, and the injuries caused by continuous fighting had recovered to seventy-seven eighty-eight. The dialect in the rocks is like flying, and the Qingluan on his back is also hurriedly collecting the silver-winged ants, and now he can't care what kind of place is on the other side of the boundary river, so let's stay away from this group of people first.

After years of dialect refining, even if he ran on the ground, he was not slow, and the other party didn't know anything about him, so he still maintained a cautious way to search slowly, and was soon thrown away by the dialect for a distance. Night fell quietly, and the mist on the hillside where the end could not be seen was everywhere, but the dialect still did not stop, and resolutely ran up the mountain road.

"Young master, it's really troublesome now, there is no road ahead, it's like encountering an abyss that doesn't know how wide it is, I'm afraid we won't be able to fly over, even these ants and insects don't dare to fly across. Yu Lu Qingluan only released dozens of silver-winged ants to explore the way ahead, and Fang Yan didn't know how far he had run away this way, but he still had to face the unknown boundary river after all.

"That's the Boundary River, hehe, I've never seen it in the cultivation realm for so long, and today Young Master Ben will take you to open your eyes. Fang Yan didn't understand why he was not afraid, but he had an urge to try, but his mood became very relaxed, and he replied to Qingluan with a smile.

In a short time, the two of them reached the highest point of this long hillside, feeling the emptiness and depth beneath their feet, and the billowing fog rising from the depths below. In the dark night, I can't see the appearance of the boundary river, but the dialect clearly feels its magnificence and majesty, and the wind in my ears is like a gust of sea breeze.