1053 I Owe You a Favor

1053 Owe

Li Fan feels like a year has passed.

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

But the Pope's face emerged again, telling Li Fan that only an hour had passed.

Others spend their days like years, but Li Fan spends their hours like years. This kind of pain, not to mention an hour, even a second, will make people collapse.

But Li Fan endured it for life! And neither the Pope nor Wang Luo intended to let Li Fan rest, and just kept torturing him like this.

In this environment, Li Fan continued to suffer.

The human brain has a protective mechanism. If a normal person has to endure such pain, he will definitely pass out. But the pope forced Li Fan to keep a clear mind, feeling the pain that went deep into the bone marrow all the time.

Moreover, the punishment mechanism is changed almost every day.

When Li Fan got used to a certain kind of pain, the pope would change to a new method of torture and let him fall into hell again.

It's like 18 levels of hell, 18 kinds of ordeals, let Li Fan experience them one by one.

Li Fan's pain could not be stopped, and he gradually understood. If you want not to be in pain, 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."

The Pope looked at Li Fan who was lying on the ground with stubble all over his face, and shook his head at Wang Luo who was sitting beside him.

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

"This is the bottleneck of fighters!"

Wang Luo couldn't help sighing, "He put all his concentration on exercising his true energy and physique, so he has achieved great martial arts, but he can't feel the strength of his spirit."

"If you continue to practice, he may die."

The pope asked cautiously, "Do you want to forget?"

"Persist for another two days... If it doesn't work, I have to give up on him."

Wang Luo said, "The spiritual power of Shangfang's sword must be strong, and it must not be controlled by others."

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

Even his master has very weak mental power, he only understands a little bit. Only in Wang Luo's generation, because he is a reformed person, especially when he passed the line of life and death once, his mental strength is abnormally strong!

"Then let me try again. Be mentally prepared, he will become a madman at any time."

After being 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 has been suffering.

day to day.

"How is this pain?"

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

"Wang Luo is about to give up on you, you are so disappointing! 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 Magic Association The price offered this time is a bit high! After all, I’m not a god yet, and I’ll be tempted by mortals.”

"Is it?"

A few days later, facing the Pope's provocation, Li Fan spoke again.

"Can you still talk to me? It seems that I have underestimated you. But this is also a flashback. Most people have already gone crazy after being tortured by me like this."

"I'm really going crazy...but...someone keeps telling me in my ear, stay rational and don't lose."

"Who told you?"

"Didn't you see him, he's been sitting here all the time."

Mr. Yang was sitting on a pillar next to him, holding a cane in his hand, dressed like a gentleman. If he was also wearing a tuxedo, he would be almost the same as those magicians from 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 spiritual power? How can this be?

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

As Li Fan said, he 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 couldn't control his mental power, and his consciousness was directly pulled into his brain by Li Fan!

And the moment the pope came in, the terrible hell disappeared, and a clean lake appeared in front of him.

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

"See, this is my world."

Li Fan pointed to the surroundings, "This is the visualization world of every martial artist. There used to be two terrifying strong men here. But now they are gone, and I have completely absorbed and fused them."

As he said, with a wave of his hand, the surrounding scenes quickly changed, and in the blink of an eye it became the secret church that the Pope secretly built.

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

There are several Humen cannons beside Li Fan, "But if there are two rounds of bombardment, I don't know if we can maintain this beautiful appearance."

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

"This is unbearable? Your mental defense is too fragile."

With a wave of Li Fan's hand, the church was broken and the Pope gritted his teeth, but he endured it.

And a door was broken down, and 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 hurriedly used his mental power to run in to have a look.

"You came?"

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

But now, Li Fan felt a more terrifying force.

The sea around him was azure, and there seemed to be ships sailing in the distance, as if on some ocean.

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

"The birthplace of the devil!"

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

"Well, I can feel it, a terrible crisis."

Li Fan pointed to Alcatraz, his face was gloomy, "Mr. Yang told me that there is a terrible existence on the island, and it seems to be waking up. But I don't know where he is, and he hides well."

"I'm afraid you can only solve the Alcatraz issue by yourself."

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

"What's up?"

"You have taken a slant with your sword, and your mental strength has already achieved a small amount."

Wang Luo glanced at the more powerful Mr. Yang who was being tortured, "So, I will take you back to Huaxia now to help you kill someone you have always wanted to kill."

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