Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 200 The Gears of Destiny

Cao Bailu, to be precise, that Cao Bailu who is the main character, is frantically rushing towards the street where Nian Pingsheng is.

Soul power and Fei Leishen are used together, Bai Yujing and Wuhun are used together, and Cao Bailu is heading towards that street with all his strength.

He could already clearly feel that the smell of blood came from there.

However, for some reason, a feeling of uneasiness was hovering in his heart, and no matter how calmly he concentrated, he couldn't drive away this strange feeling.

Cao Bailu could only ignore it selectively, hoping that it was just his own overthinking.

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Nian Pingsheng lying on the ground, and Cao Bailu standing beside him.

How should this picture scroll be described?
At this time, Nian Pingsheng's face was pale, and his limbs twisted into a strange arc, like a tortured torturer.

Standing next to him was Cao Bailu with the green knife mark on his left hand.

He just remained calm.

Terribly peaceful.

The atmosphere is so eerie and yet so sleepily boring.

He held out his hand.

Gorgeous and treacherous light lingered around his side.

Those rays of light, as if they had life, slowly peeled off from his body, and climbed onto Nian Pingsheng's body bit by bit.

As if talking to himself, and as if explaining to someone, this weird Cao Bailu suddenly faced a certain direction, and then said: "I sealed all his soul skills except the fourth soul skill."

"You may still be wondering, what happened here?"

"Who am I? What am I doing and why am I doing this,"

"Ha ha,"

"None of that matters,"

"Importantly, I want you, to understand that this is a war,"

"This is a war that belongs to me,"

"You just need to understand this, that's enough,"

"Let me tell you a specific time,"

"You can regard today as February 2th of a certain year in the Douluo calendar,"

"Everything you see today, to me, is actually..."

He seemed to be choked by something, frowned and thought about it carefully, then he spoke again.

"Forget it, what's the point of telling you this, it's nothing if I say it now,"

"That's it, I'll withdraw first, it's obviously a troublesome thing for Cao Bailu to see me now,"

"I hope he doesn't disappoint me,"

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

A gust of black cold wind swept across his body, and in the next instant, he disappeared in place.

It was as if he had never appeared before.

The street that has turned into hell, Nian Pingsheng fell to the ground.

What happened to all this?
In the end what happened?
In the end, what else will happen?
No one knows, and no one ever will.

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Nian Bingsheng's deep consciousness.

The terrifying existence hovering in mid-air was looking directly at Nian Pingsheng.

Strange arms holding a huge scythe, connecting the straw heads of angels and demons.

Everything is so weird.

Nian Pingsheng, who was kneeling on the ground, had already turned into a dead believer with fanatical beliefs. In his eyes, there was nothing but piety.

On the mysterious silent land, only He who hangs high in the sky is the only God.

Nian Pingsheng, who was lying on his stomach, naturally couldn't see clearly what the existence from ancient times was doing.

He doesn't need to know either.

Not long after, the whole world suddenly approached the brink of collapse.

And it was only for an instant that the Him who was hanging high in the sky moved.

He just waved his sickle.

It's like turning the cogs of fate.

(End of this chapter)