"If all one hundred and eight soul-suppressing nails are nailed into your body, then your soul will be completely nailed, and you will have a look at this woman called the immortal in the painting and completely lose consciousness."

"Do you want to watch me pull out her memories bit by bit and find out what I want, or do you want to lose consciousness and wake you up when I find what I want?"

The evil saint stared at Lin Hao as if he was looking at a toy. After saying that, he ignored Lin Hao and pointed his finger at the black picture in the void. Suddenly, the second picture began to appear in the void.

But I saw that the picture at this time was gone, and there was no market energy, and there was no farmhouse. Some were like... in the backyard of an inn, on the stone well in the backyard of an inn! Yes, the immortal in the picture was sitting cross-legged on the stone well, pinching a seal technique that Lin Hao was a little familiar with. That was... that was the seal technique of Mo Yungong, the basic exercise of Mochiyuan! Lin Hao practiced with the sword-raising gourd of the painting Saint Mo Lao, and had some understanding of the skills of Mochiyuan, so at this moment, he could see the seal technique that the immortal in the picture was pinching with both hands! The immortal in the picture seemed to be in an extremely ordinary small inn in the mortal world. A layer of transparent barrier was arranged around her. This barrier could be seen from the inside, but could not be seen from the outside.

And just as the immortal in the painting was sitting cross-legged on the stone plate of the stone plate of the stone in the stone, an old man suddenly walked out from the side. It seemed that the old man had been next to the immortal in the painting, but he did not appear in the vision of the immortal in the painting.

The old man walked around in front of the immortal in the painting, shaking his head and muttering something. At the same time, he kept gesturing in his hands, sometimes he raised his head to point to the starry sky, sometimes he reached out to catch the soil and rubble. It was faintly visible that Lin Hao could see from the old man's squirming lips that the old man seemed to be explaining the formula of the exercises, and the exercises explained seemed to be the basic exercises of Mochiyuan, Moyun's exercises! And this old man was not the old man who had to pay a lot of money to buy the immortal in the painting in the previous picture, who could it be?

Then, the immortal in the picture in the picture pinched his fingerprints again and entered the practice again according to the mantra described by the old man.

And just as she closed her eyes, suddenly, a sound came from the picture.

It seemed that the old man touched the little head of the immortal in the painting and sighed with emotion.

"In your first life, you were reincarnated as a rabbit who knew nothing, knew nothing, and had no spiritual roots. After two years of hard work, you finally died in the mouth of an ordinary wolf."

"Your second life was reincarnated as a human being, but became a little princess of a destructive dynasty in the mortal world. When the royal family was destroyed, they were bullied and eventually committed suicide by hanging themselves..." "Your third life was born into a small sect called Lingyan Sect in Canghong Continent, but because of her beauty, she was envied by her master and dug out her spiritual roots and bones by her master. From then on, she became a useless person and died of depression..." "Your fourth life..." "Now, it's your tenth life!"

"For the past nine lifetimes, you have suffered countless hardships, and every time it ended miserably!"

"You have already passed all nine lifetimes of life, and only this last life is left... After this tenth lifetime, the ten lifetimes of life curse on you will be completely broken, and then you will usher in a new journey of life, and bad luck will not entangle you anymore!"

"But, we can't wait!"

"I have watched you suffer in the ninth lifetime of hardships, and every day is like digging through your heart. Which father can watch his daughter and suffer in this situation... In this tenth lifetime, I personally change your fate for you!"

"But, the ten-life disaster has never been completely overcome. You and me cannot have too similar origins. You still cannot follow my surname Mo."

The picture is still pitch black, and the immortal in the painting seems to be still immersed in the state of cultivation, but there is a sound mixed in the sound of the old man speaking, spreading out the scroll of the painting, and it seems to unfold a scroll, and begin to appreciate the things on the painting, or people.

"Even after 9 lifetimes, you still look like her, just like she was carved from the same mold."

"Painting..." The old man seemed to be fascinated at the figure on the scroll. After a long time, he said confidently, "Okay, from now on, you will be named after the portrait of your mother, with the surname Painting, and the name is, the immortal in the painting!!"

"Today, I will give you the body of hearing the Tao innately! It will help you to keep your way of practicing in this world smoothly!"

"From then on, I will recognize you as the master, always accompany you and protect you from your safety!"

"But... the curse of the ten-generation life disaster still exists. Even if I change my fate for you against the will of heaven, you will eventually suffer a lot of hardships in this life. Whether you can survive it depends on your own fortune."

"I'm not afraid. I have gone through hundreds of generations, searched thousands of realms, and found every life of you. Even if you are reincarnated in a place where no one knows, I will still find you!"

"I bless you with my luck. No one can hurt you in this life!"

"There is a sect left by my youth on this Tianlong Continent. From then on, you are the saint of the Taoist son of this sect. We will grow up and wait for you, think of your mother, all the hardships we have suffered, and think of my father."

"The ninth lifetime of hardships are all the fault of the father, which makes you look like this..." The old man's voice gradually weakened. Soon after, the picture shone brightly again, as if the immortal in the painting opened his eyes, rubbed his eyes in a daze as if he was asleep, and asked the old man in front of him, "Grandpa Mo, did you say something to me just now?"

The old man in the picture came to his senses, smiled kindly and looked at the little fairy in the painting, reached out and touched the fairy in the painting's head with a doting touch.

"I said that, and I will explain to you the method of exercising your qigong. You may not have heard it clearly, otherwise Grandpa Mo will tell you again?"

"Oh, by the way, grandpa gave you a new name. From today on, you will be called the Immortal in the Painting, the Immortal in the Painting. Look, grandpa is looking forward to you one day to attain the Immortality and become an Immortal."

The old man laughed happily, just laughing. The old man in this picture suddenly turned his eyes, and a shiny light flashed in his eyes, as if he had passed through the picture, and directly saw Lin Hao and the evil saint who were looking at this picture, and looked at them both! The next moment, the old man suddenly laughed faintly, his laughter was full of mystery, and his eyes also had a warning.
Chapter completed!