The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Ding Baocheng: "You mean you can create people in three thousand worlds, but here, your God's Domain cannot create people?"

Fan Luo paused: "The first world I created was the fairy race of the Lower Immortal Realm, but they were trapped here."

Ding Baocheng: "You created them, why did they trap you here?"

Fan Luo paused, and said: "Because I have the Chaos God in my body, if I leave the God Realm, the Chaos God will not be able to provide them with the aura necessary for the fairyland, so they don't want me to take the Chaos God out."

Ding Baocheng: "Do you want to go out?"

Fan Luo: "I didn't want to, but they didn't let me go out, so I thought about it. In addition to the fairy world, I also created three thousand sub-worlds. I hope someone can come and take me out."

"How about I take you out?" Ding Baocheng looked at him and felt that he was a little lonely and pitiful.

Fan Luo thought for a while, then shook his head: "You have the smell of Chaos Spirit, and you also have the breath of peach tree spirit." He looked at the wooden man in his hand: "I guess, you are probably it, but it has not yet Brought to life by me."

Ding Baocheng didn't understand what he meant.

Fan Luo looked at the wooden figure for a moment, and finally smiled and said: "I understand, it's Menghui."

Ding Baocheng: "Menghui? What is that?"

"An ancient technique," Fan Luo looked at Ding Baocheng: "Are you in a dream now?"

Ding Baocheng was stunned by his question, realized that this was his dream, and said, "You are in my dream, but how could I dream of you?"

"Maybe you are also my dream." Fan Luo smiled softly at him.

Ding Baocheng looked at the wooden figure in his hand: "What do you mean it is me?"

Fan Luo shook the wooden man in his hand: "I will pass half of the Chaos Spirit from my body to it, and then send it to the second world. As long as they cross the lower fairy world, they can't do anything to it."

"Then what does it have to do with me?" Ding Baocheng frowned.

Fan Luo said: "The Lower Immortal Realm cannot directly intervene in other worlds, but under my guidance, people in other worlds will try their best to ascend to God's Realm to save me. So, aren't you trying to cultivate truth?"

Ding Baocheng suddenly realized: "You mean...the meaning of our cultivation is because you have been imperceptible when you created other worlds, let us work hard to climb up, and then rescue you? Then you come out now?"

"I don't know if I have gone out. After all, the world you are in is a long time in the future for me." Fan Luo said softly: "But since you can enter the dream return formation, I guess you should have gone out."

Ding Baocheng nodded: "That's good, but if you have already come out, why do we still cultivate immortals?"

Fan Luo said: "I hope you can help me eradicate the lower fairy world."

Ding Baocheng frowned: "I'm a mere mortal..."

Fan Luo took his hand and said, "Feel that I am by your side. Apart from the Lower Immortal Realm, the Second World is the closest place to the Immortal Market. If the Second World has started to turmoil, it means that the Immortal Realm has already realized my existence." , then the Immortal Clan will take advantage of the Second World's belief in them before I do, and destroy the Three Thousand Worlds."

Ding Baocheng thought of the demons and ghosts making trouble, and said in a deep voice: "If the second world you are talking about is the Fanluo Continent where I am now, it is indeed beginning to collapse."

Fan Luo said: "You have to help me."

Ding Baocheng: "How can I help you?"

Fanluo said: "Use half of the chaotic gods in your body, as long as you find the fairy market, the fairy market is the passage to the second world and the divine realm opened by my believers in the fairy clan. There is a divine sword in the fairy market , use the divine sword to open the gate of the divine realm, and my divine body can break through the immortal realm and enter the second world. In this way, when I ascend, the lower immortal realm will be destroyed."

Ding Baocheng: "Didn't you just say that you have come out now?"

"It's only my soul that goes out. Without a body, the soul is in a lost state, no different from a mortal." Fan Luo said.

Ding Baocheng: "Do you want to find your soul incarnation in the second world?"

"No need," Fan Luo shook his head: "You just need to open the divine realm, no matter where my primordial spirit is, I can perceive the existence of the divine body."

Ding Baocheng felt an ardent longing in his body supporting him to agree to Fanluo. He felt that it might be because Fanluo created him, so he would go through fire and water for Fanluo.

But he thought of Kong Mingfan and his family's two little buns again, and Ding Baocheng was a little tangled: "What will happen to me after I open the divine realm?"

Fan Luo stood up and patted Ding Baocheng's shoulder: "In this world, sacrifices are necessary to gain something. Are you willing to be my fireman and ignite the Fairy Market?"

Ding Baocheng heard that there seemed to be a kind of power in the gentle and lonely voice that made him ignore everything, and he nodded: "My lord, I am willing to live for you."

Fan Luo smiled: "Go back, child, I am here waiting for your triumphant return."

Ding Baocheng's eyes were in a trance for a moment, he knelt down on one knee, raised his head and looked silently: "Ding, live up to what you entrust."

...

Ding Baocheng and others successfully entered the re-examination and could finally enter the imperial city.

A group of them walked towards the gate of the imperial capital, but they were blocked at the gate of the city.

Guard: "Certificate of entering the city."

Ding Baocheng and others took out his admission ticket.

The guard swiped the door with their admission card, and the door opened to let him in.

"You can't enter without a pass." The guards stopped Kong Mingfan and Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling took out a golden waist card from his cuff, and asked nicely, "Can I get in if I have this?"

"This is..." The guard looked at the gold medal Nangong Ling handed over: "This is the gold medal for avoiding death given by the late emperor? There are only three gold medals in total, one for the State Teacher, the First Prince and the Third Prince, how can you have it!"

"Someone gave it to me." Nangong Ling smiled.

Ding Baocheng looked at him strangely: Someone gave it to him?One of these three sent it?

But because Kong Mingfan didn't have a gold medal or a pass, he had to wait for them outside the city. Of course Ding Baocheng was not happy, but he couldn't help it. He whispered to Kong Mingfan: "Why don't you enter my space and I will take you in?"

Kong Mingfan's expression froze. The reason why he didn't participate in the competition was because he wanted to quietly return to the imperial city as the king of England, so that his wife wouldn't find out. How could he enter the space?

"No need, I want to go home and tell my family about marrying you." Kong Mingfan said, thinking to himself: I didn't lie either.

"Okay, then be careful on the road, see you after the game." Ding Baocheng glanced at him, and said in his heart: The showman has started acting again, I want to see what the hell you are doing!

Kong Mingfan smiled and waved his hands: "Abao, pay attention to safety." It's okay if you don't pay attention, I will protect you secretly.

Ding Baocheng: "Hehe."

into the city.

Ding Baocheng and the others were placed in the public hostel for comprehension contestants, and contestants from various sects would be assigned to the same house.

Because Qingyun Sect and Qingyun [-] Sect are from the same sect, they were unfortunately assigned to the same floor.

A group of high-ranking disciples of the Qingyun sect in red robes collided head-on with Ding Baocheng who was entering the door. One of the disciples rolled his eyes and bumped into Ding Baocheng intentionally or unintentionally.

Unexpectedly, instead of knocking down the thin-looking brother, he was knocked back and fell to the ground. The man was furious: "What's wrong with you?"

Ding Baocheng glanced at him: "You hit me yourself."

The surrounding disciples of the Qingyun Sect looked at them one after another. The man couldn't hold back his face, and threw his sleeves: "You fucking say it again! I fell to the ground and you have a reason?"

Ding Baocheng: "It may be that your body is too weak. I have a big tonic pill, do you want it? I'll sell it to you at a low price."

The man was so angry that he pushed Ding Baocheng, but Shi Baiye raised his hand and grabbed his arm: "Who am I, it turned out to be you, Junior Brother Wang Shiming, I haven't seen you for many years and still have such a temper."

Wang Shiming withdrew his hand and looked at Shi Baiye: "Hmph, who is your junior brother! I am from the Qingyun sect, and your Qingyun sect is so short of people now? Even accept a brother?"

"You're right, we do lack people, but we don't lack people like you who eat inside and out." Nangong Ling took a step forward.

Nangong Ling was dressed as an ordinary person, and the disciples of the Qingyun School didn't know him at all. Wang Shiming said angrily, "Who are you? Where can a dog bark here?"

Nangong Lingfei was not angry but also smiled: "I am a friend of Daoist Nangong."

Wang Shiming and the disciples next to him were a little scared when they heard the name Nangong Suzerain. They were beaten by the perverted former suzerain when they met, and they were all afraid of being beaten if they couldn't beat them.

Wang Shiming saw that the other comrades had left, and hurriedly said: "Whoever you are, I will tell you when you walk more carefully next time!" After finishing speaking, he also slipped away.

Ding Baocheng watched them run away, entered their common living room, sat down and poured a cup of tea for Nangong Ling, and said, "It's a good thing, Master, you didn't directly say that you are the suzerain of Nangong, otherwise they would have been scared to death?"

Nangong Ling took the teacup and shook his head: "I'm relatively low-key, I don't like to be so ostentatious."

Ding Baocheng: "Aren't you ostentatious?"

Shi Baiye smiled and said: "They probably won't be scared to death if they know, at most they will run away faster, and they may ask to change rooms. Lan Yang...what's wrong with you?"

Lan Yang said: "It's okay, I told Fifth Junior Brother yesterday to ask him to help a friend of mine see a doctor, so my friend said to invite us to lunch today."

Ding Baocheng nodded: "Yes, yes, is he also in the imperial city?"

Lan Yang: "Well, he sent me a letter to Feige just now, saying that he was in Daoxianglou in the south of the city."

Ding Baocheng asked Nangong Ling: "Is Master going?"

Nangong Ling was teasing the two children, and decided to join in the fun after hearing this: "Go, help others, and accumulate merit."

"..." Lan Yang: "Master, you must not make a move when the time comes."

Nangong Ling: "Why?"

"I'm afraid of my friend..." Lan Yang couldn't continue.

Shi Baiye said bluntly: "He was afraid that his friend would be shot by you, so he accidentally put him to death."

Nangong Ling: "Hehehehe, probably not, at most it's a disability."

Ding Baocheng: "..."

【Finish】