Being tortured to death by the imps is naturally extremely painful. Fortunately, the incomparably cool effect of the Soul Heart Fruit protected Lin Yifan's mind in time, allowing him to always maintain a minimum of sobriety and not be completely lost.

At least he could realize that it was just a fantasy, and he wouldn't really be in complete despair.

"Fortunately, there is a soul fruit given to me by the real people, fortunately, this is just an illusion! If you are in a real hell, if you want to spend a hundred years and thousands of years like this, how desperate and terrifying it should be!"

Lin Yifan sighed in his heart.

From Le Zhenren's thoughts, Lin Yifan learned that there was no time acceleration in the small illusion, but in the big illusion, a great force was invoked to distort the time and space in the illusion, resulting in a hundredfold time acceleration.

After this distortion of the rules of time and space, the physical body cannot withstand it, otherwise it will age and die extremely quickly. At the same time, there is a kind of rule and repulsion here, instructors like Le Zhenren can't poke their thoughts into the illusion, otherwise the thoughts will be wiped out by the rules.

Therefore, in the Great Fantasy Realm, only the thoughts of the cultivators can enter, and the physical body and the thoughts of other people cannot enter, so Le Zhenren can't check Lin Yifan's state like he did in the Little Illusion Realm, and he can't help him.

The function of the Great Illusion is to temper the soul for enlightenment, as well as to hone the will and thoughts.

"Here, Le Zhenren can't help me, I can only rely on myself!

Lin Yifan took a deep breath, collected his mind again, and tried to cultivate the second volume of the Netherworld Soul Alchemy.

This time he changed his cultivation method, he experienced the bursts of pain coming from his body all the time, looking for a certain vibration frequency from the subtle vibrations coming from his body. And try to use a special cultivation method to make the muscles of the whole body resonate with this strange vibration frequency.

This resonance method is undoubtedly extremely difficult and takes a long time to succeed.

But in hell there is a lack of everything, and the last thing is time. Like a long night, never dawn.

Lin Yifan experienced and experimented patiently, and finally gradually found a little feeling.

I don't know how many failures he has experienced, Lin Yifan finally succeeded in forming a resonance in the muscles of his whole body!

After the resonance is formed, the unbearable pain in the original part of the body is transmitted and shared to every muscle in the body, which not only reduces the sharpness of the pain, but also becomes wider. In short, it hurts everywhere in the body, but it doesn't hurt as badly as it used to.

This is a special way of refining the body, originally a martial artist jumped into the boiling water, and with the help of the washing of the water flow, the skin of the whole body formed a strange resonance, so as to exercise every inch of flesh and skin, Xie Zhenren borrowed and improved this method, which was used for the tempering of the spirit body in the hell illusion.

"Hiss......"

After the resonance was formed, Lin Yifan's eyes suddenly widened, and he gasped.

He forgot that the pain anywhere can be endured, but the man is really hungry for pain in that place.

"Come on, let the pain come more violently!" Lin Yifan gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart. He didn't stop, but increased the frequency of the resonance.

"This ......"

A few little ghosts who pressed Lin Yifan felt the strange fluctuations coming from Lin Yifan's body, and they looked up at Lin Yifan in surprise, not understanding where this fluctuation came from and what it represented.

Unknown things are always scary, even if they are ghosts, there will be things to be afraid of.

Soon, the muscles on the imp's body also fluctuated with the contact of the palm, and this fluctuation became more and more intense.

The imps' faces changed color in unison, and the faces that were originally cyan would make the color even more ugly.

"Poof......

A one-horned imp suddenly spewed out a mouthful of turquoise blood, and its internal organs were shocked by this strange resonance.

"Holy!" the one-horned imp exclaimed, forgetting for a moment that he was a ghost.

The imp was completely frightened by this unexplainable thing, and an unspeakable sense of fear came over it, and it widened its eyes and turned desperately to flee for its life.

"Run!" the other imps were also frightened, shouted in unison, and ran away.

"Muscle resonance still has this kind of function to get out of trouble?" Lin Yifan was very surprised, happily got up from the torture table, and turned around and ran away.

But the joy didn't last long, and three days later, Lin Yifan was caught by another group of imps and pressed him down on the torture table again.

This time, Lin Yifan's luck was not as good as last time, and before he had time to experiment with the resonance effect, several axes were raised high and chopped down heavily.

Lin Yifan's eyes darkened, the resonance that he had just prepared to form immediately disappeared, and the mind that had just been gathered immediately collapsed, and he began to repeat the process of dying and coming back to life.

Arrested, tortured, cultivated, let go, and arrested again...... It is a point of no return that is difficult to describe in words.

Compared with the current Hell Great Fantasy Realm, the uninhabited wasteland in the previous Little Fantasy Realm can be called a paradise.

The endless evil ghost yakshas, the cruel torture instruments of all kinds of tricks, all kinds of sinister world environments, natural traps, can be described as overwhelming, all over the mountains, there is no escape, it is frightening, and it is chilling to listen to.

However, only being beaten and not fighting back, this is not Lin Yifan's character, he is crazy to use this kind of ordeal to cultivate, and try to use the telekinesis he has just learned to resist, to take the initiative to attack, to make his thoughts continue to grow.

He began to hunt souls!

Just like Le Zhenren did in the hell fantasy back then.

............

Near an active volcano, a field of fiery red magma flows, and the magma merges into a fiery red lake.

A little imp with a seven-inch horn on his head, holding a steel fork, is forking a strange red fish by the lake. Suddenly, it felt something and looked up to the right.

"Human!" the imp's eyes widened suddenly, and it gripped the iron fork in its hand tightly, its long fangs baring out.

In the valley, a young man in unclothed clothes walked over.

The tall boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes smiled and looked around, strolling through the treacherous path of hell as if he had come to travel under this volcano.

Occasionally, he frowned slightly, as if the heat of the volcano made him a little uncomfortable, but he quickly disagreed, and a sincere smile returned to his face.

He even tried to reach into the lava to catch the red monster that loves hot lava, but was scalded and screamed.

"It turned out to be a stupid big guy. The little imp put his mind at ease, rushed to the tall young man with an iron fork, and shouted, "Hey, who are you, who brought you here?"

"I'm called a fool! I'm going to come here, what, won't I be allowed here?" the boy blinked wide, looking at the imp curiously.

"Of course you can't come, this is where the Ghost King of Sara lives. If you have broken in, let you die. The little ghost pursed his lips and said coldly.

This one-horned imp is the lowest status ghost in hell, and most of them belong directly to a certain ghost king.

As soon as the little ghost's words fell, suddenly it was dark in front of him, and a three-headed, six-armed, two-foot tall Shura leaned out of the black clouds, roared loudly, raised a huge and sharp trident, and stabbed the little ghost fiercely.

The little imp was suddenly terrified, and he wanted to escape, but the pressure on Shura's body was as heavy as a mountain, making it move slowly, and in the end he could only watch as the trident pierced his heart, and a puff of turquoise blood shot out.

"No! it's an illusion, you can't fool me!" the imp let out a piercing scream, but instead of dying, he transformed a thought into a Yaksha and confronted Shura.