Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 197 The Fable of Gods and Ghosts ([-])

To be honest, this enemy really looks like a rice shop owner.

Whether it's the degree of acquaintance between the food vats, or the way he shows off his business experience, he can't fault it.

It's a pity that this evil-minded enemy couldn't understand what went wrong with him after all.

Perhaps, one day in the future, Nian Pingsheng will reveal the answer for us.

However, what we should pay attention to now is the enemy in front of us.

After Nian Pingsheng punched the bearded boss flying away, everything began to become unreal.

For some reason, Nian Pingsheng always felt that everything in front of him began to blur.

Whether it's the still bustling crowd, or no longer looking at the pleasing street scene, it makes Nian Ping's hair stand on end.

And what surprised him the most was the enemy who didn't die.

The mustache boss stood up from the ruins.

He stared at Nian Pingsheng firmly, but he was shocked and didn't say much.

Bursts of illusory unreality swirled out from his side, like a returning god.

Nian Pingsheng didn't know why, but a sense of uneasiness really crept into his heart.

Without any hesitation, Nian Pingsheng stepped out.

He dreamily ran out in the direction of the enemy!
The sound of dust flying and the sound of cracking planks mixed together, together with Nian Pingsheng's fierce offensive, they attacked the mustache boss!

However, the bearded boss just stood there, quietly watching Nian Pingsheng approaching him more and more.

He was not afraid, but a sick flush appeared on his bleeding face.

He is waiting.

Nian Pingsheng doesn't care about these.

Since he punches, he naturally has an indomitable momentum!

After punching out, when someone dies.

The bearded boss looked, and he just looked.

He leaned over.

The sense of illusion around him became more and more obvious.

It seemed that everything around him was unreal.

Cultivate strength with the left hand and punch with the right hand.

That was a beautiful chiseling mountain punching style!
He actually planned to take Nian Pingsheng's punch hard!

At that moment, beside him, dust was flying.

The unreal feeling that appeared for no reason turned into countless glazed colors, and all kinds of emerald pearls poured into the whole body of the mustache boss as if they didn't need money.

The flying dust and the magical light covered the sunlight in the sky.

Nian Pingsheng still moved forward rapidly.

It's just that he seemed to see something.

Behind the bearded boss, in the space full of illusory colors.

It seems that there is a huge entity.

A few steps closer.

Nian Pingsheng could barely see clearly.

It was also because of seeing clearly that at that moment, Nian Pingsheng's fisting intentions were greatly reduced!Like a high-rise fortification collapsed in an instant, Nian Pingsheng's fists were shattered into pieces!
He is thinking about his life!When confronting Cao Bailu with his sword, Nian Pingsheng was still the same as before!Nian Pingsheng who only punched in the face of a higher place!
He is Nian Pingsheng who wants to become a sage!
But why?
Why at that moment, he thought of retreating! ?

What exactly is it?
What made Nian Pingsheng shrink back?
The mustache boss just smiled.

The dust was no longer flying, and the sense of illusion around him also faded a bit.

It is also because of this that Nian Pingsheng can see everything in front of him more clearly.

How can there be people coming and going in the bustling streets?It's just a hell full of dead people.

There is not even a living person.

Corpses in various forms of death were randomly discarded around.

Some hang high in front of the window, and some are dismembered in the road.

There were crows pecking at half-dead people who seemed to be moving, and there were wolfhounds taking each other's trophies.

In fact, it cannot be said that there are no living people. . .

The child crawled out of the pregnant woman's belly, rushed forward, and pinned down a running mouse.

He didn't have any teeth, and he didn't even have a complete survival system, but he was still able to swallow the mouse in one gulp.

It looks like a beast.

Can such a person still be considered a living person?

Take a closer look and look around.

The skin-like walls, and the streets obviously made of bones.

The high-hanging sun no longer exudes warmth, but makes people feel cold.

Only then did Nian Pingsheng understand that everything he saw after he entered this market was an illusion.

And everything in front of me now is real.

He was naturally a little flustered and scared, but more of it was anger.

The veins popped out, and he clenched his hands tightly. Even though he had no nails, he was still able to rub the blood on his palms vigorously.

Nian Pingsheng regretted it very much, he regretted that his fist power had been greatly reduced just now, and he did not go forward like before.

Although he understands that this is impossible.

Because what he saw just now was something that he would never have imagined in his entire life.

A huge phantom floated behind the bearded boss.

Him, no.

He is so divine.

He is a humanoid creature with a huge scythe.

To be precise, he should not be considered a living thing.

He was obviously wearing gorgeous robes that were almost extravagant, but he was surrounded by foul-smelling and dirty pus.

He obviously has a well-proportioned to almost perfect figure, but there are huge horns on his head that seriously affect the proportion of his body.

It was obviously such a holy face, so perfect that even an angel with no distracting thoughts would be jealous, but behind the face was an ugly skull visible to the naked eye.

The smell of sulfur filled the surroundings, and Nian Pingsheng's consciousness was sinking.

His vision became blurred from clarity, and his tense heartstrings were loosening.

He is sinking into the abyss of thought.

His consciousness is sinking, diving towards the deepest part of his soul.

Now, in front of his eyes, there was nothing but darkness.

Whispering sounds, whispers and chatter intertwined in Nian Pingsheng's ears.

Like a mother caressing a child, Nian Pingsheng's restless soul gradually calmed down.

He seemed, like a prodigal son who had been wandering for a long time, found the destination of his soul one day.

There was light, albeit very faint.

The light brown light allowed Nian Pingsheng to see a terrifying silhouette.

Of course, can't see clearly

The sinking stopped.

Nian Pingsheng sat on a soft surface.

He looked around, but couldn't see clearly at all.

It wasn't until his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness that Nian Pingsheng realized that he seemed to have fallen into a strange place.

He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

The huge copper pillar whose age cannot be identified, together with the ferocious but exquisite white bone spikes, connected several strange and outrageous giant statues.

The statue is at least [-] meters high, with angels and demons.

There are ghosts who live toward death, and there are abandoned undead.

Even with such a long distance, Nian Pingsheng could still feel the heat and unparalleled coercion from these statues.

Engraved around it are images and patterns that Nian has never seen in any literature in his life, like the graffiti of a crazy person, like the essence of thinking of an indifferent person, or like a sober person writing with all his strength weird.

Even though he couldn't identify what kind of civilization these patterns belonged to, Nian Pingsheng actually felt the fear of being suddenly released from the depths of his soul.

While trembling, in a trance, Nian Pingsheng saw the nightmarish street scene again, but the difference was that there were living people this time.

There are many living people.

The people bound by multiple shackles walked on the red copper pillar, and their scorched flesh made them scream terribly.

They longed, howled, but moved forward without exception, and finally died without exception.

Those people all fell with distorted and desperate faces, but it can be clearly seen that those people are joyful from the depths of their souls.

That is the pleasure that can be called "pious".

Nian Pingsheng almost suffocated, maybe because of the high temperature, or maybe because of everything in front of him.

He couldn't believe what was in front of him at all.

Because, almost from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to join them in front of him! ! !

And while Nian Pingsheng was still struggling, the statue in front of him moved.

Accompanied by a loud noise, all the criminals who were burdened with crimes knelt down together.

They were not afraid of the scorching magma, or the copper pillars that had already scorched their skins, and they were only willing to cast with five bodies.

They dare not look directly.

Ke Niansheng, but has been looking straight ahead.

He saw it.

He saw everything.

A black flame came from the abyss.

A holy radiance unfolds from heaven.

As if in an instant, they merged into one.

And now.

Please call him honorable.

The blasphemous water full of foulness and malice fell from a height and filled the entire space.

The stench of rotting smell almost made Nian Pingsheng faint, but it was Nian Pingsheng who almost fainted but not fainted, who was able to see the scene in front of him.

Those criminals who were crawling in the hot, smelly red liquid seemed to be insane as if they had received a gift from heaven.

They pushed, scrambled, opened their mouths, and stretched out their hands, just to catch the stinky liquid that fell from the sky as much as possible!
What's more, the two ends of the corners of the mouth were pulled up with hands until the corners of the mouth were torn to the base of the ears!Just to drink a little more of the foul-smelling blasphemous water!

Nian Pingsheng almost passed out, how he wanted to join the crowd in front of him, how he wanted to take the blasphemous water in his hand, and then opened his mouth to drink it!

That He is whispering and instigating, sometimes earnestly and temptingly, sometimes harshly.

His voice seemed to be a tangible entity, constantly piercing into Nian Pingsheng's ears, pulling Nian Pingsheng's limbs, making him do things he didn't want.

Suddenly.

Nian Pingsheng's consciousness began to blur again.

Clear, blurry, clear.

Nian Pingsheng has no way of knowing how many times he has gone through such a cycle.

just.

before completely comatose.

He seemed, really saw, that Him.

Huge body, floating in the space.

Holding a huge sickle, he looks like the lord of heaven and earth.

What surprised Nian Pingsheng was that at the moment before he fell into a coma, what Nian Pingsheng recalled in his mind was actually a joke made by Cao Bailu.

But, no matter what, Nian Pingsheng would never take this sentence as a joke.

"Do not look directly at God,"

　Big change, the next chapter, be mentally prepared.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)