I saw Fang He, who was stepping on the eighth step of the third stone staircase, suddenly squatting down with his head in his hands, and the green tendons all over his body came out, looking hideous and terrifying!

It turned out that at the seventh step, the practice of swordsmanship had already ended, and there was nothing else on each stone ladder except for the seven moves imprinted, out of the desire for swordsmanship, Fang He couldn't wait to step on the eighth step, but at this moment, the imaginary scene did not appear, but the kind of torture experienced in the first and second stages before came again!

However, this time the pain did not happen to the body, but to Fang He's mind, and the pain felt different, the previous pain came from the body being penetrated and hammered, and this time the pain was like someone tearing Fang He's soul. Of course, this pain has one thing in common with the previous one, that is, Fang He can still feel the pain very clearly, endless, capricious, and there is no means to alleviate it at all.

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 wanted to see clearly, the weaker he felt, and he was gradually unable to gather his spirit, so he had to open his eyes, settle down, and step towards the fourth platform.

Originally, in Fang He's imagination, the fourth platform should be the same as the previous ones, ordinary and not strange. However, when Fang He stood up, the platform under his feet slowly unfolded into a mirror for some reason. The originally solid and powerful body now looks yellow and thin in the mirror, and the ruddy and full cheeks are also sluggish......

"The consumption of mental tempering is far greater than the consumption of physical tempering," Fang He couldn't help but sigh.

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

I don't know how long it took, the golden clouds around Fang He had disappeared, Fang He also woke up, Fang He's spirit at this time had all recovered, as if everything he had just experienced was just a dream, looking at his feet, the mirror was still a mirror, it was just a projection of the faint golden light in Fang He's eyes.

Calming down slightly, Fang He looked at the stairs in front of him, just as he was about to step up, the stairs in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the mirror under his feet also disappeared out of 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." The words in front of him vaguely allowed Fang He to grasp some clues about this place, and just as he was thinking, a scripture glowing with golden light involuntarily appeared in his mind, illuminating all brain domains except for the mist!

What came to Fang He's mind was a scripture about swords, "Lingxu Sword Sutra"! Although I don't know its grade, I can also see its extraordinaryness from the momentum that overrides everything between the lines. It contains swordsmanship, mental techniques, and descriptions of the place.