Fang Ruhua was not angry, but smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt."
Although Fang Ruhua had already sworn to vouch for it, Yang Yi still couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
After struggling for a moment, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded.
Since God allowed him to stay here, there must be some opportunities waiting for him.
"Then I'll trouble you, senior."
Yang Yi said, lying on the ground and closing his eyes.
The next second, his soul separated from his body.
"Are you ready? I'm going to start."
Fang Ruhua came to Yang Yi's soul, looked at Yang Yi's golden soul, and smiled slightly.
"Thank you, senior."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white light flashed across Yang Yi's soul arm.
The next second, Yang Yi's soul revealed a painful expression.
This kind of pain was really unbearable for him, it was countless times more painful than having his body cut open while alive.
However, it was not over yet. After a few rays of light flashed, Yang Yi's soul was completely dismembered.
At that moment, Yang Yi felt that his head was numb, and his consciousness seemed to have disappeared, but he could clearly see that his soul was being cut open by the other party.
His limbs, body, and head were scattered all over the floor, but even if his soul was split apart, Yang Yi could still feel the pain coming from all parts of his soul.
"ah!"
Yang Yi couldn't help but growl, and he gritted his teeth. As a soul, there was no cold sweat, but Yang Yi felt that he almost fainted.
"This is just the beginning, you have to hold on."
Fang Ruhua still had a smile on her face, and the movements of her hands were crisp and neat. Yang Yi looked at the smile on the other person's face, as if he was looking at a devil, and he felt so miserable that he couldn't tell.
At this time, he couldn't help but silently thought that if this was the case, it would be better for him to be stabbed to death.
Yang Yi really wanted to make his consciousness pass out, but it was a pity that he couldn't do it.
So the only thing he can do now is to grit his teeth and hold on.
When his soul was completely cut into pieces, Yang Yi's soul felt very numb.
"Okay, so now it's half done."
"The next thing I have to do is reorganize."
"This process may be a little bit unbearable for you, but it will get better soon."
"When you get through it, you will find that your soul and your body have become stronger."
Although it is a test, in Fang Ruhua's eyes, it is more like a reward.
Yang Yi's soul is in the middle stage of the Soul Realm, so if it undergoes separation and reorganization, the strength of his soul will rise sharply.
After Fang Ruhua finished speaking, she raised her hand slightly, and suddenly, a light pink light appeared in her hand, grabbing his soul that had been cut into pieces, and then fused it again.
When his soul began to reorganize, Yang Yi did notice something strange, but it was not pain, but an indescribable refreshing feeling.
And this feeling is getting stronger and stronger, even making Yang Yi's soul feel extremely soft.
When this feeling lasted for more than ten seconds, Yang Yi felt that his mind had begun to think about some less serious pictures uncontrollably.
Two minutes passed. Although it was only a short period of one hundred and twenty seconds, to Yang Yi, it seemed as if a century had passed.
When his soul completely returned to his body, Yang Yi felt that his soul and body had turned into a pool of liquid, and he was unable to stand firm in battle.
And the most important thing is that he actually found that his pants were wet
"Okay, let's tidy it up."
"Not bad, at least you didn't shout."
Seeing Yang Yi's embarrassed look, Fang Ruhua didn't say anything, just chuckled.
Yang Yi nodded, found a corner with an embarrassed look on his face, snapped his fingers and changed his clothes.
However, after he changed, was there anyone else in the room? Fang Ruhua had already left, leaving only a light door standing in front of Yang Yi.
"Senior? Are you still there?"
Yang Yi shouted tentatively.
However, no one responded to him.
However, although the test his father left for him seemed strange to him, the strength of his soul had indeed improved.
The strength of his soul has reached the peak of the Divine Soul Realm, and the strength of his body is only in the middle stage of the Divine Soul Realm.
The stronger the soul, the more likely it is to avoid its own demise.
After relaxing on this level, Yang Yi passed through the light door and came to the next level.
In the next few floors, Yang Yi only felt that what he experienced was inhuman torture.
Peeling, torture, cramps
Yang Yi experienced all kinds of tests that could be called torture.
Over time, Yang Yi himself became numb. He didn't even know whether this was a test arranged by his father or a deliberate attempt to torture himself.
where Is there any father who tortures his son like this?
Fortunately, after Yang Yi's persistence, he was about to reach the eighteenth floor.
Standing in the room on the seventeenth floor, Yang Yi took a deep breath and looked at the light door in front of him.
I guess you can see what your father left for you on this last floor, right?
Yang Yi was quite curious and didn't know what his father had left for him.
The next second, a ray of light flashed, and Yang Yi had arrived in an empty room.
Yang Yi arrived at the eighteenth floor.
This room can really be said to be absolutely empty. There is nothing, not even tables, chairs or benches. There is only a painting floating on the wall.
The painting shows a man, his eyes staring straight at the entrance.
The moment Yang Yi came in, he felt someone was looking at him.
When I looked up, I saw this painting.
"Is there no one?"
Yang Yi slowly looked around and found that there was no one there.
Finally, Yang Yi looked at the painting.
The more he looked at it, the more Yang Yi felt something was wrong.
It was as if the man in the painting was alive. He had clearly walked around the room, but no matter how he moved, it seemed that the man's eyes in the painting were always fixed on him.
Could it be said that this painting is what his father left to him?
Yang Yi stepped forward with some doubts and stretched out his hand to take down the painting on the wall.
However, the moment his hand touched the painting, his whole person felt something was wrong.
It was as if an inexplicable energy enveloped him.
