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However, after looking at the fine powder and scraps on the wooden shelf, one could infer that the treasures on the second floor were even more precious and of a much higher grade than those on the first floor.

"Perhaps, there is nothing left in this Pill Artifact Hall." After rummaging through the two floors, he found nothing else apart from the massive amount of spiritual energy that he had devoured with the Violet Net Ring.

Ling'er nodded lightly and sighed. Ten thousand years was too long. Even if it was a rank one Martial Emperor, they could only live to be eight thousand years old at most.

"Shut your crow's beak!"

Ling Yun glared at Qin Feng unhappily. "Won't you know if we go up and take a look?"

Qin Feng pursed his lips as he received the medallion from Ling Yun, and walked towards the third level.

The entrance to the third level was similar to the entrance to the first level. Powerful restrictions were placed at the entrance to the second level, and it was as though there was a light barrier placed on it, giving it an indestructible feel.

Qin Feng walked up and held up the command medallion, sending it flying towards the restriction. The medallion was surrounded by a faint, gentle glow, and the restriction seemed to have sensed something, as if it was snow under the sun. It concealed itself in the air, and a door appeared before the three of them.

"Be careful!"

Behind him, Ling Yun sensed something and his expression changed as he shouted.

However, he was still a step too slow. The instant the restriction disappeared, Qin Feng impatiently kicked the door open and walked in.

BOOM!

Just as the door was kicked open, a low humming sound came from behind the door. Before Qin Feng could even see what was inside the third floor, he was sent flying by a vast wave of energy that was like the ocean.

Qin Feng was sent flying as if he had suffered a heavy blow. With a "pu" sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered across the sky.

"Qin Feng!"

Ling Yun's heart skipped a beat. Circulating the Cloud Mist Technique, his body became more or less illusory as if he had turned into a mass of formless clouds. Like a green shadow, he descended many steps and flew towards Qin Feng who had fallen.

His speed was extremely fast. Like a bolt of lightning tearing through space, he instantly appeared beside Qin Feng, who was on the verge of smashing onto the ground, catching him.

On the top of the stairs, a terrifyingly powerful force that was as vast as the ocean erupted from the door of the third floor, rushing out like a surging tide.

Ling'er gently waved her jade-like hand and slapped it with the back of her hand. The surging energy that was rushing over was immediately dispersed. It disappeared without a trace and was replaced by a desolate and ancient aura.

"Are you alright?" Ling Er glanced at the third level's door, but did not enter. Her graceful figure flew down from the stairs, and asked as her beautiful eyes glanced at Qin Feng, who was coughing out blood at the corner of the stairs.

"I'm fine!" Qin Feng shook his head. His face was bitter as he felt depressed in his heart.

The current him was in a miserable state, no longer as elegant and elegant as before. If one were to describe him as a handsome and graceful young man, then he was now a beggar begging on the street.

Indeed, the power just now was extremely terrifying. Even if it was a Martial King who was caught off guard and took a blow, he would still be seriously injured.

Although Qin Feng was not a Martial King, his status was not simple. He had quite a few life-saving trump cards, and even Martial Kings could not compare to him. Thus, although he had coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, his face was pale and his hair was disheveled.

But in actuality, he had only suffered a blow to his chest, causing his blood and Qi to boil.