The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Ding Baocheng pulled out his Huangquan sword and slashed across the ground, with a loud bang, the ground was shattered by his sword energy, and a large pit appeared on the ground.

Mu Jige: "So simple and rude? Won't people hear it?"

"Over there! Who trespassed on Longyao Mountain's Immortal Mausoleum?" There was a roar, and footsteps surrounded him from all directions.

Ding Baocheng slapped Mu Jige, "Crow mouth!"

Mu Jige covered her head: "What should we do now?"

"What should I do?" Ding Baocheng smiled, grabbed Mu Jige's neck unexpectedly and jumped down into the cave where the aura rushed towards him: "Jump!"

"They jumped..."

The noisy shouting from above became weaker and weaker. Ding Baocheng and the child fell together for about half a minute. The bottom was very wide and seemed to be a big pit.

Mu Jige grasped Ding Baocheng's skirt, his voice was blown away by the hurricane: "Father!"

Ding Baocheng answered him with a loud voice: "What are you doing!"

Mu Jige: "It's so dark! I'm afraid!"

Ding Baocheng: "Don't be afraid! Hold me tight, I have a light!"

As he spoke, he felt Mu Jige's arms tighten around his waist, so he withdrew his hand and pulled out the Huangquan sword again, only to see a silver streamer flying on the sword, and he urged the sword to fly to the bottom by chanting the formula, and the front was illuminated Reduced fear.

Finally, when it was almost to the end, Ding Baocheng recalled the Huangquan sword and made the blade bigger. He stepped on the blade and let Mu Jige stand in front of the sword to dive and then paralleled for a while, and landed safely on a slightly higher hill.

Mu Jige jumped off the sword in one step, looked around and shouted, "Ahhh! Dad, there are so many broken swords..."

Ding Baocheng put the Huang Quan sword back into its sheath, frowned and looked at the side, where the broken swords were stained with rust: "It's too dark."

"Light!" Ding Baocheng closed his eyes for a moment and called out the brilliance spell, only to see countless firefly-like light spots scattered from his body and flew to the entire underground space.

"Ah..." Mu Jige looked up and saw the endless stretch of yellow sand beyond sight and beyond reach, all broken swords stuck on the ground. He jumped off the mound and pulled out a sword, and read the words "Criminal Sword" The text on it: "Golden Snake Ancient God Enamel?"

He walked forward again and pulled out a hand: "Sky Gushen Junyi?"

"Don't tamper with the relics of the ancestors, it's disrespectful." Ding Baocheng frowned for a moment, then flew down the mound and pulled out the two broken swords from Mu Ji's singer and inserted them back into their original places. He watched Mu Jige whisper in his ear for a while. Side said: "Mu Ge, you go back to find Master and tell him..."

After hearing his words, Mu Jige widened her eyes in surprise and hugged his waist tightly: "Father! No, I can't let you..."

Ding Baocheng sighed helplessly and patted his head: "Good boy, can you listen to me? Don't make trouble for me at this time, okay?"

Mu Jige was afraid of being in his arms for a long time before looking up at him, "Are you coming back?"

Ding Baocheng looked down at him for a moment, then smiled: "Well, it will."

Mu Jige was locked into the space by Ding Baocheng, worried and added two restraining formulas to make sure Mu Jige couldn't get out, so he frowned and walked deep into the sword mound.

He knew that he might not be able to come back this time.

This is actually not a fairy market, but a tomb of gods. Fanluo's so-called divine realm is actually a cemetery.

Although Ding Baocheng doesn't like to read medical books, he loves to read history books. What is recorded in the unofficial history of the gods may not be true, but the clues can be seen.

He was very insightful, and gradually teased out a systematic and convincing theory from the words recorded in the deceased population.

Seeing the words of these gods' broken swords combined with Fan Luo, he remembered a legend he had read, and he almost understood the reason for the combination of the three.

It is rumored that the Protoss has never distinguished high and low, and there is a balance, which is absolute equality.

But then the gods thought it was too boring and created the world, and the first world appeared, which was called the fairyland.

I don't know how long it took for the Immortal Realm to be no longer willing to be controlled by the God Clan, so they sowed discord, causing a big melee in the God Realm.

The gods broke the barrier of chaos in order to compete for the position of the first supreme god.

In the process of scrambling for the chaos gods, all the gods fought, and in the end only one god was forced to participate in it but survived.

But the last god who relied on killing the superiors of the same kind couldn't let go of his bloody hand. He thought he could no longer be called a god, so he collected all the swords of the gods who died in battle and hid them in the tomb of the gods.

Then he created the world of three thousand sons by using the chaotic gods that brought death, and he also committed suicide in the center of the sword mound, and the sword stained with his divine blood was thrown into the mortal world and disappeared.

The sword that Fan Luo let him find was not here, but... it was him.

Ding Baocheng understands why he is different from other cultivators, and also understands why his space can use the primordial vitality in the primordial chaos, because he is a sword of God.

A sword spirit who was stained with the blood of the gods and got a soul.

Ding Baocheng walked towards the highest hill made of swords, and there were broken swords everywhere on it, like an ancient battlefield just after a war.

He saw a round hole in the center, Ding Baocheng walked towards that hole and felt that the spiritual power in his body was about to explode. He clenched his fingers tightly, as if he smelled a fishy smell, gushing out from his throat.

He insisted on walking to the center of the formation, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood seemed to be boiling, and his lips were scalded to blisters. Ding Baocheng licked the salty taste from the corner of his mouth, raised his sleeve and wiped it. .

Ding Baocheng stood up with his knees propped up on the ground, and as he moved, a beam of light fell on his head. He raised his head, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was evaporated into water vapor by the beam of light and quickly dried up.

The skin on his face was tense, Ding Baocheng raised his hand and he found that the skin on his hand began to wrinkle, which should be painful, but Ding Baocheng felt no pain.

He felt that the moisture in his body was drying up little by little, as if he had returned to the feeling he had when he was crossing the catastrophe. At that time, he also felt no pain but the time passed very slowly.

Ding Baocheng lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, the past was like a revolving lantern, and he actually remembered the time when he was in the God Realm with Fan Luo.

At that time, Fanluo was in high spirits, and Ding Baocheng felt that it was worthwhile for him to die for his master. In the past 300 years, at least he met many unforgettable people, and even had his own children...

For a sword, this life is worth it.

"Ding Baocheng!"

Hearing the sound, Ding Baocheng suddenly opened his eyes. He lowered his head and saw that the long hair flying beside him had turned white.

He tried his best to turn his head to look at the person who came, it was Kong Mingfan.

"You're here..." Ding Baocheng turned into powder before finishing his sentence and disappeared with the wind. Where he was standing, a silver sword fell down and stuck in the hole on the ground.

Kong Mingfan watched helplessly as Ding Baocheng turned into flying smoke and disappeared in front of him. He trembled and walked towards the high platform, but saw the magic sword transformed by Ding Baocheng activated and spun rapidly.

The dazzling golden light illuminates the entire cave.

When the eyes stopped turning, a handsome man with closed eyes and serene silver hair and gold crown in a black robe with dragon pattern fell down from midair.

Kong Mingfan looked at the divine body, as if he was fixed on the spot.

He walked towards him involuntarily, and then he stood face to face with him. Kong Mingfan discovered that this legendary god actually looked like him?

"Why?" Kong Mingfan grabbed the hem of the lifeless body and screamed, "Why me! And why him..."

Kong Mingfan felt that the soul in his body was attracted by that body and flew away.

He wanted to let go of his hand but couldn't move at all, he could only let his soul flow from his fingertips and enter the body of the god along the place where he touched Fan Luo.

"Don't!" Kong Mingfan shook his head, but he couldn't stop him at all, and finally his soul was completely out of his body, and he stood there dumbfounded and could only mutter to himself: "Don't...don't... "

The originally lifeless body on the opposite side opened its eyes, and he frowned slightly for a moment as he looked at the mortal body facing him that looked exactly like him.

He raised his hand and grabbed the persistent hand that was still clutching his skirt, threw it away and walked down the stage, and said in a low voice: "It's really right not to leave a mortal's soul behind."

He walked out without looking back, and said to himself: "If you are interested in the world, you can stay for a few days to play, but what is the name of the world?"

He flew out of the Fairy Market and raised his hand to cover the rising sun. Flying flowers in the distance were accompanied by Liuxia. He suddenly remembered a name: "Well, Kong Ming Banner is not bad."

...

There was a bit of anxiety in the young man's gentle tone: "Disciple, wake up..."

After waiting for a while, the young man was unwilling to continue shouting: "Can you hear me?"

His voice started to sound a little disappointed.

Teenager's voice: "Isn't it okay?"

The young man sighed: "Yes, it failed again."

Ding Baocheng frowned slightly. He wanted to move his fingers but found that his body was so stiff that he couldn't move at all, like...a piece of wood?

He was being carried by two people and he didn't know where to go. After dangling for a while, Ding Baocheng felt that the two of them were thrown together, and he felt weightless... Then he fell heavily on the ground: "Oops!"

"Teacher! He's awake! I have a father again!" Mu Jige turned around when she heard the sound, and jumped up.

Qingxuzi's lips moved and he couldn't hold back his tears. He hurried forward to help Ding Baocheng who had been thrown on the ground by them: "Tuer...can you open your eyes?"

Ding Baocheng raised his hand, feeling his fingers being grasped by two hands, one big and one small: "Open...can't open it."

"Teacher, don't cry," Mu Jige held back tears while wiping Qing Xuzi's tears: "Quickly think about it, is it because you forgot to draw your father's eyelids when you cast the spell?"

Ding Baocheng: "Aren't I dead?"

Qing Xuzi helped him up and walked to their wooden house: "You were dead, but thanks to Mu Ge who secretly tied the body protection bracelet I gave him to you on your belt, so you saved your remnant soul , It took us three years to finally fill up your soul for you, and another five years to make a wooden man with spirit wood that can hold your soul."

Mu Jige said: "I can give birth to a tree, Dad, your body was planted by cutting off my arm."

Ding Baocheng was taken aback when he heard the words: "Did you cut off your arm?"

Mu Jige shook his baby-like little left arm: "Don't worry, it's fine, it's almost growing."

【Finish】

Author's gossip: It's almost over... The Great God Fanluo is going to chase his wife to the crematorium soon, so what do you expect?