In order to ascend, I had no choice but to play games.

Chapter 87 Inspiration for a New Game
The speed of the remnant soul is not fast.

But Fang Cheng was not impatient, but followed behind leisurely.

In this mirror universe, the laws of heaven are somewhat ambiguous, and many places are difficult to detect even with the use of spiritual consciousness, and following the other party is a shortcut to find its true body.

After thousands of light years, the remnant soul finally stopped in a galaxy.

The structure of this galaxy is similar to that of the earth, but the difference is that in the orbit of the earth, there are actually four planets scattered in the orbit.

Inside the middle star, a demon sits upright, almost occupying the entire star.

Black mist filled his body, dyeing the stars black and red, and the surrounding demonic energy was tumbling, and his appearance was extremely hideous.

The flying remnant soul cheered, followed its instinct and submerged into the Demon Venerable's body, merged with it, and then began to fuse rapidly.

The Demon Lord in the stars is the main body of the Disease Demon Lord. In the process of merging with the remnant soul, the voice of the great way burst out from his body and permeated this world.

His natal avenue is the way of illness, therefore, the places infected by his avenue are without exception sick.

Animals began to get sick, and humans got sick as well. Even the heavens were polluted by sickness, making it strange and difficult to understand.

And the main body of the disease demon is very thoroughly sick.

His body was covered with hideous wounds, and there were countless fine worms wriggling under the rotten skin.

With an eerie grin on his face, he seems both pleased by the sickness of the world and tormented by his own illness.

Beside him, the festered practitioners who couldn't see the prototype were beating drums and shouting. Their hoarse voices sounded full of weakness and exhaustion, but it did not prevent their voices from spreading to every corner of the world.

While the other party was merging the remnant soul, Fang Cheng was also observing the other party.

The other party's body was dead, and a mysterious guy carefully collected the other party's body, slowly pieced it together, and used the whole world to raise his remnant soul, in order to revive the devil.

It would be a little troublesome for Zhengzheng to be revived like this, but Mozun would be easier.

And the Momen Mozun basically looks like this. He does not take the good way, but he wants to take this crooked way. The progress is fast and there are many methods, but the strength is far different from the righteous way. Don't take it seriously at all.

After the remnant soul entered the body, the body of the sick demon king finally shook.

The huge white eyeballs rolled, and the black pupils turned from the back of the head to the front, which finally made his face a little more angry.

Sickness is not deadness, but a power that is constantly corrupting and decaying. Under the trend of sickness, the body of the disease demon is always in a state of illness, and constantly releases sickness to the surroundings.

And with the remnant soul, he finally awakened the few vitality in his body, and the dead body finally came back to life.

Stretching out his hand, a practitioner who was beating drums and shouting was caught by him.

Instead of panicking, the practitioner who was caught showed great joy, and was swallowed by him after praising the name of Bing Mo Zun.

Not long after, the practitioners who were beating drums around them were all swallowed by him one by one, like a panacea, which made an aftertaste expression appear on his face.

It wasn't until the end of the enjoyment that the sick demon exhaled a long breath, and said happily: "It's better to be alive, and there will be no diseases after death. The world after a thousand years is really beautiful. There is no Fang Tianzun in this world, It's even more charming."

"Thinking about me?"

Bing Mozun was shocked, looked at Fang Cheng who suddenly appeared next to him, and shouted: "Fang Tianzun! Why are you still alive!"

The moment he saw Fangcheng, countless supernatural powers emerged, a large number of magic weapons rushed, and the immortal art that covered the sky and the sun swept over, rushing towards Fangcheng with the power of destroying the world, and then disappeared in smoke blown by a thunderbolt in Fangcheng's palm .

Looking at the dumbfounded Blight Mozun, Fang Cheng sighed.

Having said that, the Momen Demon Lord is like this. If there were not too many, the Momen would not be successful.

No matter how beautiful the scene is, what's the use of a palm thunder to solve everything.

It's not that Fang Cheng doesn't have clever tricks, but someone like Disease Demon Lord really can't be serious.

Bingmozun wanted to say something, but was killed by Fang Cheng's palm, and the primordial spirit was pulled out again.

The primordial spirit of the Lord of Diseases is full of diseases, and millions of diseases are constantly devouring each other here, and then evolve into even more terrifying diseases.

Although most of the disease was crushed by Fang Cheng's palm, the world has been deeply infected by the disease, and it will not recover in a few years.

Taking a look at the four planets here, Fang Cheng secretly thought it was a pity.

The four planets have huge areas and countless habitable spots. The people on them are also descendants of the Han Chinese, but the total number is only a little over [-] million.

The sickness of the disease demon will not only infect living things, but also infect plants and land, making this world uninhabitable.

The land is polluted, so there are surprisingly few fertile fields here, resulting in less and less livable areas.

And some creatures will feed on sickness, turn into ugly and bloated monsters, and then attack the human race, making the living environment here even worse.

It can be seen from this that the crime of the Demon Sect is extremely heinous, even the dead Demon Sect is a heinous crime, and must be killed twice.

Fang Cheng frowned as he explored the information in the Primordial Spirit of the Demon Lord.

Just like the light in history, the information in the Primordial Spirit of the Disease Demon Lord was also erased, leaving nothing of the information from a thousand years ago, which made Fang Cheng feel that the other party was quite cautious.

You can't spit out any information when you're dead, let alone alive.

After re-cutting the body and soul of the sick demon king into sausages and burning them all, Fang Cheng began to face this world.

Stretching out his hand, the mana began to spread, the surging mana enveloped the world, and began to try to expel the sickness.

However, the world is too deeply infected by the disease.

Disease Demon Lord is not good at hard power, but he is quite good at polluting the world.

The small Heavenly Dao here seems to be still functioning, but in fact it is riddled with holes. The entire Heavenly Dao is maintained in a state that is about to collapse but is still barely functioning. Rushing to repair it will only make it break down faster.

Fangcheng can only inject mana into it to temporarily maintain the balance, but the subtleties still need to be repaired slowly.

Sensing Fang Cheng's kindness, the lingering Heavenly Dao manifested into a little girl, gave out a bit of merit, and tremblingly handed over this bit of merit to Fang Cheng.

This thread of merit is also full of sickness, and Xiao Tiandao is also aware of this, pinching the merit, neither giving nor receiving, he is so sad that he is about to cry.

"Okay, I'll take it, but you're very sick here, and you have to adjust slowly. Unless someone can enter your world and slowly repair it from the inside... Wait, why not?"

Staring at the gray world, Fang Cheng began to think.

You can gain merit by doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and I quite like the process of gaining merit, and the whole process is quite fun.

Then, let players enter this world, and then start to do good deeds and accumulate merit, and I believe they can also feel the fun of it.

After all, this world is already dying, and there are many merits, as long as some behaviors of players are restricted and they are not allowed to do evil.

Moreover, the land here is full of sickness and cannot be farmed, so they can only do good things obediently.

Before, I was still struggling with what kind of theme game to make, but I didn't expect the theme to come like this.

It's decided, the name of this game is "Healer"!
　Thank you book friend [-] for the [-] points reward, Xiao Shiwu for the [-] points reward, and Pupu for the [-] points reward, thank you

　　By the way, it will be available tomorrow.

　　
　
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