Different World: The Devil's Coming

The first phase of training lasted for two full years. Of course, it was in a dream. Mo Fan asked Mr. Meng about the concept of time.

"We have been practicing for a year or two. You said before that one day outside is equal to one week in the dream. Isn't that..."

"Hehe, that's the effect of other dream-eating beasts. This dream was created by me. Here, one year is equal to one day outside. If I want, the time difference can be even longer. Because this dream is mine, and you were just pulled into my dream by me."

Mr. Meng's words made Mo Fan once again feel his powerful strength. He could pull Mo Fan into his dream without anyone noticing, which meant he could also kill him in his dream without Mo Fan noticing.

In response to Mo Fan's guess, Old Meng just smiled and said, "Your father is more powerful than me. If I pull him into the dream, he will cut this dream in half with one sword."

This conversation accompanied Mo Fan for two years. Every time he trained, Mo Fan could feel the power of Master Meng. Every time he was attacked, Mo Fan's mental strength would be on the verge of breaking, but after recovery, he would become more resilient, that is, stronger. But Master Mo could always find the limit of Mo Fan's endurance and then launch an attack.

This kind of subtle control of mental power is proof of Master Meng's attainments in this area. And every time this happened, Master Meng just smiled and didn't say much.

Now, two years have passed, and Mo Fan's mental strength has far surpassed that of the past. His entire spirit has undergone a great change. As for what has changed? Who knows? After two years of being beaten, his mental strength has become tougher. If it is the body, a strong body may increase charm, but what about mental strength? Can it also increase charm?

In the following time, Meng Lao continued to train Mo Fan. In addition to daily defense training, Meng Lao also taught some mental combat methods, such as in his own sea of ​​consciousness, his mental power should be the strongest, because mental power comes from the sea of ​​consciousness. The sea of ​​consciousness also stores his own memories that are like the ocean.

But if there is an invasion by foreign enemies, and I cannot use the spiritual power in my sea of ​​consciousness, then my strength will be greatly reduced. In simple terms, defense can only take a beating, but if the enemy attacks my home, I can only take a beating, then...

So in the following time, under the guidance of Master Meng, Mo Fan felt the existence of his sea of ​​consciousness, just like feeling the information stored in his brain. This training also made Mo Fan's memory more profound. According to the saying of his previous life, it might be considered as photographic memory.

But of course, Mo Fan did not awaken such a heaven-defying talent as photographic memory. At most, his memory of some things became more profound.

After feeling the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Fan changed his training to controlling his mental power to swim freely in the sea of ​​consciousness, that is, deep meditation. He isolated himself from the outside world, gathered all his mental power into the sea of ​​consciousness, and controlled his mental power to perform a series of actions.

At this time, Meng Lao would invade Mo Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, simulating the illusion of an invasion by the Undead Mage.

Although this would allow Mr. Meng to know some of Mo Fan’s personal information... Mo Fan said that it didn’t matter.

Mr. Meng said that the sea of ​​consciousness is divided into four layers. The shallower the layer, the more confused the memory is. They are all ordinary past events, like trivial things like going to the toilet just now and what you ate yesterday.

The deeper the memory, the more important and profound it is. As for the deepest memory, Mr. Meng said that it is everyone's secret, no one knows it, and no one can explore it. Even Mr. Meng cannot explore it. He can feel that the secrets hidden in it are amazing, but the danger is also very deadly.

The competition between Meng Lao and Mo Fan was at the shallowest level of the sea of ​​consciousness, so Mo Fan didn't care. In fact, even if Meng Lao went deeper, Mo Fan couldn't stop him. After all, if Meng Lao wanted to kill Mo Fan now, it would only take a thought.

So instead of doubting, it is better to believe. Mo Fan did not mind sharing his sea of ​​consciousness as a battlefield.

After the training in the sea of ​​consciousness was completed, Mr. Meng ended his dream and woke up in the tree house with Mo Fan.

"It's been a month?"

"There are still ten days left, but after sleeping for so long, you need to regulate your blood and qi."

Mo Fan felt a little weak after not exercising for so long. He had only slept for five days, but mentally he had spent three years. If it was just like a normal dream, it would be fine if he forgot about it. But if he forgot about it, then these three years of training might have been in vain.

In the next ten days, Mo Fan adjusted his Qi and blood in this tree house. At the same time, according to Master Meng's instructions, he tried to integrate his spiritual power into his flesh and blood. Master Meng said that this way, he could feel the changes in his body more clearly and even control every muscle.

Mo Fan knew how powerful it was to control every muscle. But he didn't expect to become like that, after all, even his father hadn't done that. Mo Fan didn't ask for much, he just hoped to feel the changes in his body more clearly. After all, didn't the protagonists in the novels of his previous life discover some hidden illness in the later stages of their lives? If there was no treasure to treat it, it would be terrible.

Although this is a magical world, it is better to learn a little to be on the safe side.

Ten days later, Mo Fan followed a dream-eating beast and left. When he reached the ground, he saw Morang coming to pick him up. Morang grabbed Mo Fan and flew up to the direction of the dark forest.

Mo Fan also asked why the confusing effect of the forbidden land was ineffective on Morang, to which Morang said.

"You are too weak."

These four simple words were like four knives stabbing into Mo Fan’s chest, but he was unable to refute them.

After returning to the Demon King's City, Mo Fan and his mother Qin Qianqian got close to each other to express their longing for her. He returned to his room and had a good sleep. After all, he was exhausted during this period. Although his strong mental power made him energetic and refreshed, Mo Fan still felt a little tired. After all, he hadn't been idle for such a long time, which was unimaginable for Mo Fan.

After staying in the Demon King's Castle for three days, Mo Fan received three scrolls and an amulet made by the high priest from his father, Moran. The amulet was in the shape of a necklace and its function was very simple, protecting one's soul from harm. As for how strong the effect was, it was unknown. In short, before the amulet was broken, Mo Fan did not need to worry about the mental attack of the necromancer.

The three scrolls were all triggered scrolls that the high priest had spent a lot of effort to make. After Mo Fan put his mental imprint on them, if he was attacked by an irresistible mental attack, the attack would be transferred to the scroll. If the scroll could not withstand it and broke, the high priest could still sense its location.

It can be said that even if Harrington stood in front of Mo Fan and used mental power to attack or pollute Mo Fan, it would take some time. However, the attack of the undead creatures was not within the scope of consideration of the amulet and scroll, so Mo Fan would need to escape by himself.

Everything was ready. Mo Fan said goodbye to his parents and left Demon King City again, heading towards Guanyuan City, where he could return to the academy through the teleportation array.

In more than a month, Mo Fan broke through a level and crossed a hurdle. This was just the beginning, not the end.