The Gods Are Coming: Fortunately, I Have A God-Slaying Simulator!

【You rejected the arrangement of the integrated union of the black thread set, cut off the black thread that bound the soul body, broke free, and immediately dozens of black threads came to capture you like sharp arrows. 】

【You didn’t panic about this, instead you rushed into the barriers of the black line, came to its core, and found that this group of black line Integrated Union was actually a strange stone, and the soul wave on it was very strange, It's very familiar again, and sure enough, at the next moment, you were caught by a big, thin hand! 】

[The king in yellow looked at you strangely, wondering where did you, a Samsara, get the mythical aura of the plague? 】

【You are dead, you are nothing but a remnant of the plague, you are no match for him at all. 】

[This simulation has ended...]

[Simulation summary: Survival days: 33 days, congratulations for getting 330 simulation points! Number of Gods Slashed: 1,232,900! (Growth stage: 3569 heads! Mature stage: 356 heads! Atavistic body: 52 heads!)】

[Balance of simulation points: 1.5098 million! 】

"Did you die too fast this time? Why did the king in yellow crush my soul body so decisively? Is it useless?"

Jiang Ye was a little depressed. The duration of this simulation was only thirty-three days, and he spent most of the time wandering in the mirror of the spiritual alien space called "Moon with Thousand Faces", and he didn't kill many bloodlines of gods. Heirs, resulting in very little harvest for cutting the gods.

What's even more hateful is that the half step king-level sea Della ran away!

"Why is the space ability so weird? Is Hai Della too afraid of death, if she can't beat her, she doesn't even want her body, so she runs away decisively?"

Reviewing this simulation, Jiang Ye found that three new things came out.

"System, show the Reincarnation Pool, the Black Thread Gathering Integrated Union, and the Moon with Thousand Faces, and see how much it costs?"

[Good host, the exchange prices of the three items are as follows:]

[1, Samsara reincarnation pool: king-level ordinary quality, priced at 15 million simulation points! (Price range of king-level props: 100 million to 10 million and one simulation points, that pure white flame should be a true god-level prop, worth 150 million simulation points, the data has been modified.)]

[2, Hastur's Samsara Black Soul Stone: king-level excellent quality, price: 32 million simulation points! 】

[3, The Moon with Thousand Faces: Mythology Ultimate, Price: 10 million simulation points! 】

[Would you like to exchange? 】

Jiang Ye looked at the simulation points which were only in the early 1.5 million, and had no choice but to choose no.

"It's really short of money, these things are very good, but there is no money!"

Jiang Ye thought about it again, that Hastur's Samsara black soul stone seemed to have a ray of Hastur's soul imprinted on it, otherwise He wouldn't have rushed over so quickly.

If he really had money to exchange at this moment, would he bring Hastur, the king of souls who has not yet arrived somewhere?

Jiang Ye shook his head, unable to believe the tragedy of a superior king coming to Blue Star ahead of schedule.

"The Samsara black soul stone of Hasta should be able to give birth to a little intelligent black thread gathering Integrated Union, which is mainly responsible for monitoring and recovering the souls of Samsara who died in the Samsara world. I believe that as long as my soul Realm reaches that level, It can also be made."

Jiang Ye has no plans to talk to Hastur's Samsara black soul stone, but that Samsara reincarnation pool has the function of purifying the soul memory of living beings?

"It seems inappropriate to do this. My plan to set up Plague Island to spread plague beliefs and cultivate human combat power will disappear with the erasure of human memory? Have to re-cultivate?"

Jiang Ye is still just a rudimentary plague mythical body, and he doesn't know much about souls and other twists and turns.

The king in yellow acted strangely. Jiang Ye still searched for a long time in the spiritual alien space inside the Moon of Thousand Faces, and then returned to the earth by virtue of his soul's connection with the human beings on the earth.

"The moon with thousands of faces is a treasure, it must be exchanged, 10 million simulation points, I will definitely earn it next time, kill more descendants of the gods, even the mythical body doesn't care about them, just kill them kill kill!"

"It's a big deal to face a high-ranking king, just run away!"

Making up his mind, Jiang Ye first permanently solidified the three useful Talents that appeared this time.

[Messenger of the God of Death: You are favored by the God of Death, and you have a little authority of the God of Death. You can extract the souls of living beings and bring back the chance of reincarnation in the reincarnation pool. To put it bluntly, you are a year-round hard worker. 】

[Soul Master: You who are proficient in the mysteries of the soul can tie a knot to the soul, and even... control the thoughts of every living being! Let them live, they live, let them die, they die! 】

[Music Master: You are proficient in playing 18 kinds of musical instruments. The Master's musical attainments often make you more charming and terrifying. 】

Two oranges and one red, the two soul-type Talents that appeared this time are a bit interesting, and they can just help Jiang Ye manage the human trial casualties on Plague Island.

In the prayer hall of the Plague Cathedral, Jiang Ye opened his eyes.

A blood-stained figure staggered out from the trial light gate on the left.

Dong Xi raised his head and blinked hard, so that the blood around the eyelids would scatter a little.

"God... my lord priest, save... save me!"

Jiang Ye walked slowly in front of Dong Xi, put his hands together and said, "The Divine General of the Plague will protect his loyal followers. Are you a devout follower of the Plague God?"

Dong Xi's eyes widened, his voice was crying, and he said eagerly: "Yes, yes, my lord priest, I'm about to die, please come and save me!"

"No! If you don't believe in the God of Plague, I won't save you!"

Dong Xi was dumbfounded, "Don't... my lord priest, I... was wrong! I believe in the God of Plague! His perception potion is very useful and has helped me a lot. I believe in Him sincerely. Please give it to me once." A chance to do it all over again, okay?"

Seeing Dong Xi whose breath was rapidly weakening, Jiang Ye folded his hands and took out a bottle of life-restoring potion, pulled off the glass stopper, put it near Dong Xi's mouth and said, "The Lord said, let there be light, drink this bottle Life Potion, you will be reborn!"

Dong Xi eagerly drank the life-restoring potion, and after a while, his body regained strength.

Jiang Ye sat back on the plague bench, ready to start the next simulation.

Dong Xi stood up and found that the scars on his body had disappeared without a trace. He looked greedily at the empty bottle in his hand.

"My lord priest, do you still have this blood bottle?"

Jiang Ye nodded kindly: "Yes, do you want to learn? Shall I teach you?"