As Fang He deepened, there was no abnormality in this canyon, only the heaviness and depression were still the same, but after the baptism of sword rain, the current gravity did not make him feel the slightest discomfort, but made his body denser and denser, faintly revealing a sense of gold and stone.

Of course, Fang He also walked very slowly, step by step, calm and firm.

Gradually, the cliffs on both sides of the canyon began to slow down slowly, until they were completely flush with the bottom of the canyon, and the eyes were endless open flatland, which was also a sign of the end of the canyon's training. What he didn't notice, however, was that by the time he had walked through this canyon, his state of mind had changed drastically.

Fang He stood at the exit of the canyon for a long time, and the open and flat environment around him finally changed somewhat.

I saw that in front of Fang He's body, nine huge stairs slowly appeared, and there were eight small stairs between each staircase, and a huge stone tablet was erected next to the first stone staircase, which was vigorously engraved with two simple big characters "Nine Turns of the Sky Ladder".

Fang He waved his fist and slammed it on the stone tablet, and instead of hurting the stone tablet with a huge force of nearly 10,000 catties, his finger bones were covered with blood.

At this moment, the stone tablet that was stained with Fang He's blood suddenly changed, and I saw that the stone tablet suddenly rose from the ground, floated into the air, and then released a stream of golden light, enveloping Fang He and the nine steps of the ladder.

Then Fang He felt pushed by something, and he stumbled to the top of the first step. The pain that had befallen Fang He after the sword rain before had come to Fang He again, the difference was that this time, as the pain increased, Fang He's nerves were not tired at all, but became more and more excited, as if forcing Fang He to clearly endure this inhuman torture like knocking bones and flesh.

Fang He, who was in this kind of pain, couldn't help but curse, but his scolding didn't have any effect, not only did it have no effect, but it made this pain increase faster, and it was also accompanied by black stains leaching out of his body, emitting an unpleasant stench.

What's even more terrifying is that when Fang He stood on the first small stone staircase for about a quarter of an hour, the stone staircase under his feet gradually began to disintegrate, as if urging Fang He to move towards the higher stone staircase, without giving Fang He time to repair at all.

As a last resort, Fang He could only stubbornly walk towards the higher stone steps, until the first stone step was finished, Fang He's body surface had been completely covered by the filth excluded from the inner body, and only a pair of eyes were still shining with shrewdness.

With this increasingly intense pain, Fang He gradually discovered that although this pain was difficult, it would not really hurt him, but would bring great benefits to himself, like an omnipresent hammer "tempering" his body over and over again, hammering out the impurities in his body.

Finally survived the first stone steps, Fang He's excited nerves slowly calmed down, and then calmed down with the heart-rending pain.

However, now he no longer has the previous complaints in his heart, and even enjoys this pain a little, after all, this kind of torture is very amazing for his own improvement, so he can't wait to walk to the higher stone steps.

Until the completion of the second stone steps, Fang He's physical body at this time had reached a very terrifying level, the bones and blood in his body were more crystal clear than before, and the meridians had also widened several times.

Looking at the physical body and meridians alone, Fang He was not far behind the Dan Realm cultivators at this time, and even surpassed the physical body and meridian strength of most Dan Realm cultivators.

However, when he walked confidently towards the third stone staircase, his face instantly turned pale as paper!

A sledgehammer glowing with golden light rushed towards him, and before he could react, he was knocked to the ground.

The power of the giant hammer was more than 10,000 catties, and with a hammer, even if Fang He's body had been strengthened many times, his bones were on the verge of shattering under this hammer.

The first few times it was tempered from the inside out, in order to remove the impurities in Fang He's body, although it was painful, it would not bring substantial physical harm to Fang He.

But this time, it was a beating from the outside in, like striking iron, hammered from all directions, and after just a few breaths, Fang He's flesh and blood were already blurred, and then he passed out.

It is unimaginable that under the golden light above the stone staircase, the tattoo of the sapling on his chest seemed to come to life, emitting wisps of green streamers, and every time these streamers passed through a place, Fang He's body began to recover visibly.

A breeze blew, and Fang He's already somewhat broken body returned to its original state, and even the sound of blood flow could be faintly heard!

However, Fang He, who was in a coma, didn't see this scene, if he did, he wouldn't think that the agreement between the tree spirit and himself was a burden.

Thanks to this little sapling, after almost a day and a night of nourishment, Fang He finally woke up from his coma.

Fang He, who woke up, was also excited to dance for a while after checking the changes in his body, casually according to the scriptures, he sank his mind into the dantian, and carefully sensed the aura around him, and at the moment he sensed the aura, a wisp of blue-gold air suddenly burst out from the dantian, and this wisp of air flowed in Fang He's broad meridians like a wild horse. From the dantian down----- down along the foot three yin down to the foot ----- along the foot three yang----- along the Du pulse up---- along the hand three yang to the finger along the -----hand three yin back to the body--- down the Ren pulse----- and finally back to the dantian, a moment of kung fu has been circulating for a week.

As the aura entered the body, Fang He's dantian was like the earth that had dried up for a long time, converging into the wisps of blue-gold qi on its own, and then through the transformation of the air flow, it was transported to the limbs and hundreds of remains.