1053 owes a favor

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Li Fan felt that a year had passed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

He passed out several times in pain, but his brain was woken up by the Pope again, and he endured this unbearable pain again!

But the pope's face resurfaced, and he told Li Fan that it had only been an hour.

Others are living like years, but Li Fan is living as young as years. This kind of pain, not to mention an hour, even if it is a second, can be devastating.

But Li Fan endured it all his life! And neither the Pope nor Wang Luo had any intention of letting Li Fan rest, so they kept torturing him.

In this environment, Li Fan continued to endure the torment.

The human brain has a protective mechanism, and if a normal person were to endure such pain, he would definitely faint. But the Pope forced Li Fan's mind to stay clear, and he always felt the pain that went deep into the bone marrow.

Moreover, the mechanism of punishment is changed almost every day.

When Li Fan gets used to some kind of pain, the Pope will change to a new method of torture and make him fall back into hell.

It's like eighteen layers of hell, eighteen kinds of tribulations, let Li Fan experience them one by one.

Li Fan's pain couldn't be stopped, and he slowly understood. If you want to be painless, you must learn to resist this painful signal from the outside. At the same time, pain can also amplify Li Fan's brain fluctuations.

"It's been almost a month, and he still can't do it. ā€

The Pope looked at Li Fan, who was lying on the ground, already full of stubble, and shook his head at Wang Luo, who was sitting next to him.

"After so many days, he still hasn't been able to master the skill of mental power. ā€

"This is the bottleneck of the martial artist!"

Wang Luo couldn't help but sigh, "He put all his concentration on exercising his true qi and physique, so he was successful in martial arts, but he couldn't feel the power of his spirit." ā€

"If he continues to practice, he may die. ā€

The Pope cautiously asked, "Or not?"

"Let's hold on for two more days...... I really can't do it, so I can only give up on him. ā€

Wang Luo said, "Shang Fang's sword's spiritual power must be strong, and it must not be controlled by others. ā€

It is really very difficult for a martial artist to learn spiritual strength.

Even if it is his master, his mental power is very weak, and he only understands it slightly. Only in Wang Luo's generation, because he is a person who has been transformed, especially after walking on the line of life and death, this spiritual power is abnormally great!

"Then I'll try again, you be mentally prepared that he will become crazy at any time. ā€

Having been tortured for so long, the Pope did not believe that the teenager could still be normal.

He once again entered Li Fan's spiritual world to look at this poor man who had been suffering.

Day after day.

"How's this pain?"

After another two days, the pope's big face appeared in front of Li Fan again.

"Wang Luo is going to give up on you, you are too angry! He plans to leave this place today, and you, you will die here, I will use your corpse to receive the reward! Although I don't care about the money, the price offered by the Magic Association this time is a bit high! After all, I am not a god, and I will move the hearts of mortals." ā€

"Really?"

A few days later, in the face of the Pope's provocation, Li Fan spoke again.

"You can still talk to me? Looks like I've underestimated you. But this is also a kind of flashback, ordinary people have already gone crazy when they are tortured by me like this. ā€

"I'm going crazy...... But...... I've always had someone in my ear telling me to stay sane and not lose. ā€

"Who told you?"

"Don't you see him, he's been sitting here. ā€

Mr. Yang sat on a pillar next to him, holding a cane in his hand, dressed like a standard gentleman. If he was wearing a tuxedo, he would be almost like the magicians of the Magic Association.

"Who is he?"

Seeing this figure, the Pope was taken aback.

I didn't even feel that there was another person's mental power? How could this be?

"I'm in charge of fighting, and he's in charge of helping me with mental power. ā€

Li Fan said, instructing Mr. Yang, "Do me a favor and drag him in." ā€

"Yes, my friend. ā€

Mr. Yang bowed to Li Fan, and then he dragged his hands together, the Pope couldn't control his spiritual power, and his consciousness was directly pulled into his brain by Li Fansheng!

And the moment the Pope entered, the terrible hell was gone, and a clean lake appeared in front of him.

Li Fan stood quietly in the middle of the lake, his feet on the surface of the lake, and Mr. Yang stood beside him.

"See, this is my world. ā€

Li Fan pointed around, "This is the imaginary world of every martial artist, there used to be two terrifying powerhouses here. But now they're all gone, and I've completely absorbed and fused them. ā€

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the scene around him quickly changed, and in the blink of an eye, it became the secret church that the Pope had secretly built.

"You see, this is your favorite place, a nice cathedral. ā€

There were a few Humen cannons sitting next to Li Fan, "But if there are two rounds of shelling, I don't know if I can maintain this beautiful appearance." ā€

"You, you can't hurt them! they're all God's will, or are they the great cultural heritage of mankind!"

"You can't stand it, your mental defenses are too fragile. ā€

Li Fan waved his hand, the church cracked, and the Pope gritted his teeth, but he endured.

And a door was broken, and Wang Luo walked into Li Fan's heart.

"Li Fan, what are you doing?"

Wang Luo saw that the Pope was imprisoned in Li Fan's world, so he hurriedly used his spiritual power and ran in to take a look.

"You're here?"

Wang Luo did help Li Fan a lot, and Li Fan was very grateful to him.

But now, Li Fan felt an even more terrifying force.

The sea around him was blue, and there seemed to be a ship moving in the distance, as if it were on some ocean.

Li Fan pointed to a small green island in front of him, "That's Alcatraz Island." ā€

"Where demons are born!"

Wang Luo also knew about it, but he had never been there. Because Alcatraz is a mysterious place, no one knows where he is, and everyone wants to take a trip there.

"Well, I can feel it, a terrible crisis. ā€

Li Fan pointed to Alcatraz Island, his face gloomy, "Mr. Yang told me that there is a terrible existence on the island that seems to be waking up. But I don't know where he is, he's well hidden. ā€

"I'm afraid the matter of Alcatraz can only be solved by yourself. ā€

Wang Luo shrugged his shoulders, "There is only one thing left to help you do now." ā€

"What's the matter?"

"Your sword has gone sideways, and your spiritual power has already achieved a little. ā€

Wang Luo glanced at the more powerful Mr. Yang who was tortured, "So, I'll take you back to Huaxia now to help you kill someone you've always wanted to kill." ā€

"Are you...... Do you want me to owe you a favor?"