Chapter 1053

1053 owe a favor

Li Fan feels that a year has passed.

He passed out after several times of pain, but his brain was awakened by the Pope again and he endured this painful pain again!

But the Pope's face reappeared and told Li fan that it had only been an hour.

Others spend days like years, while Li Fan spends hours like years. This kind of pain, let alone an hour, even a second, will make people collapse.

But Li Fansheng endured it! And neither the Pope nor Wang Luo meant to let Li Fan rest, so he was tortured all the time.

In this environment, Li Fan continued to suffer.

The human brain has a protective mechanism. If normal people want to bear such pain, they must faint. But the Pope forced Li Fan to keep a clear mind and feel the deep-seated pain all the time.

Moreover, the punishment mechanism is changed almost every day.

When Li Fan adapted to some kind of pain, the pope would change a new means of torture and let him fall back into hell.

It's like eighteen levels of hell, eighteen kinds of suffering, one by one let Li Fan experience it.

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

"It's almost a month, but he still can't."

The Pope looked at Li Fan lying on the ground with stubble on his face and shook his head at Wang Luo sitting next to him.

"After so many days, he still failed to master the skills of mental power."

"This is the bottleneck of martial artists!"

Wang Luo couldn't help sighing, "he put all his concentration on exercising Qi and physique, so he achieved great martial arts, but he couldn't feel the power of spirit."

"If he keeps practicing, he may die."

The Pope asked cautiously, "or not?"

"Hold on for another two days... It's really not enough. I can only give him up."

Wang Luo said, "the spiritual power of Shangfang sword must be strong and must not be controlled by others."

It's really difficult for a fighter to learn spiritual power.

Even his master's mental strength is very weak, just a little understanding. Only in Wang Luo's generation, because he is a reformed person, especially once on the line of life and death, this spiritual power is extremely great!

"Then I'll try again. Be prepared. He will become a madman at any time."

After being tortured for so long, the Pope did not believe that the boy could be normal.

He once again entered Li Fan's spiritual world and looked at the poor man who had been suffering.

day in and day out.

"How about this pain?"

Two days later, the Pope's big face appeared in front of Li Fan again.

"Wang Luo is going to give up on you. You are so disappointed! He plans to leave this place today, and you, you will die here, and I will use your body to receive the reward! Although I don't care about money, the price offered by the magic association this time is a little high! After all, I'm not a God, and I'll be moved by the world."

"Really?"

After a few days, Li Fan spoke again in the face of the provocation of the Pope.

"Can you still talk to me? It seems that I underestimated you. But this is also a reflection. Ordinary people have been crazy by me."

"I'm really going crazy... But... Someone has been telling me in my ear to stay rational and not lose."

"Who told you?"

"Haven't you seen him? He has been sitting here."

Mr. Yang is sitting on a nearby post, holding a walking stick in his hand, dressed like a gentleman. If he wore a tuxedo, he would almost be like those magicians in the magic association.

"Who is he?"

Seeing this figure, the Pope was surprised.

I didn't feel that there was another person's spiritual strength? How is this possible?

"I'm in charge of fighting, and he's in charge of providing mental strength for me."

Li Fan said and told Mr. Yang, "do me a favor and drag him in."

"Yes, my friend."

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

And the moment the Pope came in, 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 lake, and Mr. Yang stood beside him.

"See, this is my world."

Li Fan pointed around, "this is the visualization world of every fighter. Once there were two terrible strong men here. But now they are all gone and completely absorbed and integrated by me."

With a wave of his hand, he quickly adapted the scene around him, and blinked into the secret church secretly built by the Pope.

"Look, this is your favorite place, a beautiful cathedral."

Next to Li fan are several Humen cannons, "but if there are two rounds of shelling, I don't know whether I can maintain this beautiful appearance."

"You, you can't hurt them! They are both the will of God and the great cultural heritage of mankind!"

"Can't stand it? Your mental defense is too weak."

With a wave of his hand, Li Fan broke the church, and the Pope gnawed his teeth, but he endured it.

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

"Li Fan, what are you doing?"

Seeing that the Pope was imprisoned in Li Fan's world, Wang Luo hurried to use his spiritual strength and ran in together to have a look.

"Are you here?"

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

But now, Li Fan feels a more terrible force.

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

Li Fan pointed to a green island in front of him, "that's Devil Island."

"The birthplace of the devil!"

Wang Luo also knows it, but he has never been there. Because Alcatraz Island is a mysterious place, no one knows where it is, and everyone wants to go there.

"Well, I can feel a terrible crisis."

Li Fan pointed to Devil Island. His face was gloomy. "Mr. Yang told me that there was a terrible existence on the island, and he seemed to be waking up. But I don't know where he is. He hid well."

"I'm afraid you can only solve the Devil Island by yourself."

Wang Luo shrugged his shoulders. "There's only one thing I can do for you now."

"What is it?"

"Your sword is on the wrong side, and your mental strength has achieved a little."

Wang Luo glanced at the tortured and more powerful Mr. Yang, "so now I'll take you back to China to help you kill someone you've always wanted to kill."

"Do you... Want me to owe you a favor?"