On top of the big bluestone, a man in a Taoist robe sat on it, holding a black paper in his hand, staring blankly at the black paper in front of him, muttering something to himself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Yuan was in his own consciousness talking to the voice that kept seducing him.

"The right path is to cultivate peacefully and steadily, accumulate virtue and do good deeds for the world, so as to obtain the merits of the Heavenly Dao and become an immortal!"

Zhang Yuan replied to the voice that seduced him.

"Yo Yo Yo! What an honest and good boy! You are about to fall into the dust, and those immortals who save the world are each immortal!"

"That's what they deserve, they saved the world, they don't suffer anymore, they deserve the merit they deserve!"

Zhang Yuan argued loudly with the voice.

The voice stopped talking, leaving Zhang Yuan alone struggling in his consciousness, trying to get out of this predicament and return to the present world.

Zhang Yuan struggled while waiting for the voice to reply, and after a while, Zhang Yuan still didn't hear the voice reply.

Zhang Yuan couldn't help laughing and said: "I thought you had some clever remarks that could make me fall into the devil's path, but I don't want to, it turns out that I'm just a clown who jumps off the beam!"

Zhang Yuan cautiously probed the voice, trying to find his flaws.

Just as Zhang Yuan was trying to find the voice, the voice spoke again.

"In the three hundred years of imperial reincarnation, there have been countless immortals descending to earth every time, they assisted Ming Jun, calmed the war for the world, harvested infinite merits, brought these merits back to the heavenly realm, turned these merits into their own luck, and avoided the coming of silence.

Look at it, they are not very great, quelling the war and helping the people of Limin, what a great mind this is!

However, have you ever thought about how powerful the human race was at that time before the ancient heavenly realm and the earth realm appeared together, and they defeated all natural enemies, but now the human race is so weak, so weak that even a small human immortal can't beat it.

Before the appearance of the heavenly realm, there was no immortality, only eternal youth, five hundred years of human immortals, and three thousand years of earth immortals.

So now can you tell me, where did the immortality of the heavenly immortals come from?"

After the voice finished speaking, it released Zhang Yuan out of his sea of consciousness, and there was no longer life.

Zhang Yuan's originally sitting body trembled violently and came to his senses.

At this time, Zhang Yuan found that his body was already full of sweat, and the sweat soaked his originally dry robe.

Zhang Yuan wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, remembering everything just now, as if he was in a dream, when he looked down at the black paper in his hand again, he was shocked to find that this was not a dream at all.

However, when Zhang Yuan wanted to look at the words on the paper again, he saw that the black paper turned into ashes, and with the sound of the wind, it dissipated into the air, and no trace could be found.

However, there was no pity on Zhang Yuan's face, because the words and pictures on the paper just now were imprinted in his mind, and when he wanted to watch it, it would automatically appear.

Zhang Yuan watched the paper in his hand turn into ashes and go away with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he lowered his head and pondered the words of the mysterious voice just now.

"Where did the immortality of the earth immortals come from?"

Zhang Yuan lowered his head and muttered to himself.

Then, Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly: "Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan, even if the method taught by that voice just now is true!"

Zhang Yuan got up and looked at the sky, then at the earth, and again at the world where he was standing, and said with a sigh: "Now that the Three Realms are stable, where is the opportunity to show it?"

Zhang Yuan walked towards the outside of the alley step by step, sometimes getting excited, and then becoming depressed again in a blink of an eye.

When he walked to the mouth of the alley, Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered something, and then hurried towards the inn where he had just eaten.

While hurrying on the road, Zhang Yuan said to himself: "There are still so many black papers in that inn, if they are taken by malicious people, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

The reason why Zhang Yuan ran to the inn so nervously and quickly was because there was a large pile of black paper on top of that inn, and there were other exercises recorded on that paper.

Although because the Three Realms are not chaotic, the method of usurping the stars and seizing the throne cannot be performed, but on that black paper there is not only this one exercise, but also this one with the greatest future and the most risky exercise, but also countless other small methods that take away the luck of others.

Zhang Yuan selectively ignored himself when he was nervous that people with bad intentions would take away these exercises.

After a while, he arrived at the inn, and the place where Zhang Yuan himself stayed was not too far from the inn, so he arrived at the inn so quickly.

But when I got to the vicinity of this inn, I found a large number of people gathered around the inn.

Zhang Yuan found a high place in the distance, stood on it, and observed the situation inside the inn surrounded by people.

I saw that there were four or five officials and a person who seemed to be doing an autopsy on a corpse.

Zhang Yuan focused his eyes and looked inside, only to find that the person who died was the shopkeeper himself who had put the black paper on the counter.

His death was terrifying, his face distorted, his limbs curled together, as if he had been frightened by something.

Zhang Yuan didn't care about how miserable the death of the shopkeeper was, he only cared about whether the papers were still there, and when Zhang Yuan looked at the counter, he found that the papers on the counter were gone.

Zhang Yuan jumped off the high platform and quietly left here.

When leaving here and walking on the road, Zhang Yuan didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

If you are happy, those black papers have been taken away, just by looking at the death of the shopkeeper, you can know that the person who took the black paper is not a good person.

In other words, the world is about to be in chaos, and I will have the opportunity to assist Ming Jun to earn merits, so that I can become an immortal and live forever.

If you are sad, it is that the world is going to be in chaos again, and I don't know how many people will die in this chaos, and how many children will lose their parents, and how many parents will lose their children.

The tragedy of the world was about to be staged again, and at this time, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but think of what the voice said.

"Three hundred years of imperial reincarnation, how can immortals live forever!"