This kind of absorption lasted for three days, and Fang He didn't feel hungry or thirsty, after all, from this time on, he was already in the Qi Refining Realm, and it was from this time that he could be called a monk.

You must know that most people in this world will never be able to take a step forward after cultivating to the realm of body refining, it can be said that qi refining is the watershed that truly divides monks and mortals, and from this time on, monks can no longer rely on food, but rely on the aura of heaven and earth to survive.

After Fang He's body could no longer absorb the slightest bit of spiritual energy, Fang He began to climb the next stone staircase.

However, the scene of this section of the stone steps was far from what he expected, the only thing in common was that the spirit was extremely excited, and the perception was also infinitely magnified, the originally ordinary stone steps were in Fang He's perception at this time, but he could see countless sword marks imprinted in them.

After careful contemplation, suddenly, these sword marks gradually began to come alive, and the speed became faster and faster, showing the appearance of a person formed by sword qi, magnificent and with a dreamy color.

Gradually, this "person" formed by sword qi actually began to practice, and it was also a sword technique, not only was one move and one style clearly visible, but even the force parts of the body when making moves, the circulation of tendons and veins, and the condensation of the breath that Fang He didn't know what it was at this time were extremely clear. In addition to being shocked, Fang He also began to learn to practice in his brain.

With the deepening of the practice, Fang He's eyebrows faintly revealed a sharp edge, until Fang He was so skilled that it was like a natural success, the talent in the stone steps stopped the drill, and then returned to calm, in Fang He's gaze, the stone steps carrying all this also lost their color and luster, becoming as loose as loess, as if they would be scattered with the wind at any time, which could not help but make people a little sentimental.

But now was obviously not the time to be sentimental, although Fang He was already familiar with the swordsmanship in this stone step, he also found that it was not complete, and after a little thought, he stepped on the higher stone steps without the slightest hesitation.

As he thought, there was also a set of sword moves hidden in this stone staircase, and it continued like this until the eighth stone staircase, which was only one step away from the fourth platform.

However, Fang He, who had stepped into the eighth step, suddenly squatted down with his head in his hands, and green tendons came out all over his body, looking hideous and terrifying! It was as if someone was tearing Fang He's soul.

After a while, Fang He was already sweating all over, trembling all over, and had a feeling of being out of his body.

This situation lasted for about half a day, and at this time, Fang He's face had turned the color of pig's liver, and he was gasping for breath, this feeling was even worse than the previous physical torture, especially the mental exhaustion, and he felt that he might fall asleep at any time.

Despite this, Fang He didn't dare to sleep at this time, because now he felt that his perception ability was getting stronger and stronger, and the fog in his mind was getting smaller and smaller, more and more transparent, and he could faintly see something in the fog rotating at high speed, forming a look similar to the Tai Chi Bagua Diagram, which was very strange.

However, the more Fang He tried to see clearly, the weaker he felt, he was gradually unable to gather his spirit, and the stone steps under his feet began to become soft as before, Fang He had to open his eyes and start walking towards the fourth platform.

When Fang He stood up, the platform under his feet slowly unfolded into a mirror for some reason, reflecting Fang He's appearance.

I saw that the originally solid and powerful body looked yellow and thin in the mirror at the moment, and the ruddy and full cheeks were also sluggish......

Just when Fang He's figure was completely reflected in the mirror under his feet, there was a new change in front of Fang He's eyes, only to see that clusters of golden clouds and mist slowly rose from where Fang He was, converging from all directions to Fang He's feet, to be precise, the position of the head in the mirror under his feet, and then penetrating into his mind from the heavenly spirit.

As the golden mist slowly dissipated, the staircase in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the mirror under his feet disappeared into thin air, returning to a smooth stone platform, leaving only a line of words and a talisman shaped like a sword.

"The true body is already there, the soul can be obtained, and the road of the nine turns of the Sword Valley has passed the third, and the void spirit can be inherited." Immediately, a golden light of scripture involuntarily appeared in his mind, illuminating all the areas of his mind except for the mist, and then slowly extinguished!

After contemplating hard, Fang He saw the words on the scriptures clearly.

"Spirit Void Sword Sutra"!