"A well-preserved spirit artifact?" "That's impossible!" Qin Feng shook his head as he looked at the tide of energy that had surged out from the entrance of the third level.
How many spirit artifacts or how powerful were there for such a terrifying power?
In Ling'er's hands was a saint artifact. She had even personally seen an Emperor Armament and felt its boundless might.
Before they were activated and without anyone controlling them, these high ranked spirit artifacts would constantly emit a faint, immense pressure.
Of course, this tiny bit of pressure seemed weak, but it was still incomparable to when the Saint Artifact Emperor was at its peak.
Thus, even if it was just an unconscious strand of pressure, a martial artist or even an ordinary martial king would not be able to withstand it.
The reason why they had gotten close to the Wind Controlling Bead was mainly because of the strand of spiritual will of the old man sleeping inside. The Wind Controlling Bead itself seemed to be in a deep sleep, otherwise, it would have been very difficult for them to get close to it.
A saint artifact had a soul. If one couldn't defeat it, they would flee.
The third floor certainly didn't have any saint artifacts or emperor artifacts present.
If Qin Feng had a saint artifact or an Emperor Armament that exuded such tyrannical might, even if he had an extraordinary Heart Protecting Mirror and wore a Class 5 flexible armor, he would still not have been blasted away and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.
However, since there was no saint artifact or emperor artifact inside, then where did this vast and terrifying power come from?
"If that's really the case, then there must be a large number of Spirit Treasures on the third floor, and there's no lack of fourth or fifth level Spirit Treasures among them." Seeing Ling Yun's confident expression, Ling'er could not help but take in a breath of cold air as she spoke in shock.
"I'll have to see for myself whether it's like this or not." Lingyun said, and slowly walked towards the entrance of the third floor.
At the same time, he took out the Heaven-Devouring Saint Light Sword.
Purple light flickered, and a broken sword appeared in his hands. It trembled uncontrollably as it released metallic sounds of the sword, emitting a faint yet vague spiritual fluctuation brimming with joy.
The corner of Ling Yun's mouth twitched. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. The Heaven Swallowing Holy Light Sword Spirit sent out a blurry telepathic thought, actually wanting to devour the spirit artifact inside.
The Heaven-Devouring Divine Light Sword lightly trembled as it rumbled. A dark gold light with a hint of purple light enveloped Lingyun.
Lingyun walked on the stairs, and kept getting closer to the third floor's entrance. The closer he got, the more he could feel the power. He could not help but to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and rejoice.
Fortunately, with Qin Feng, this reckless ghost, blocking his front, if he did not make his body look like a tortoise shell, he would definitely be seriously injured …
"Achoo!"
Behind him, Qin Feng suddenly sneezed as he scolded in a low voice, "What bastard is scolding me?"
Ling Yun, who was walking at the front and surrounded by the mysterious dark golden halo, staggered. He was just muttering to himself, how could he …
Fortunately, Qin Feng was looking around to see if there was anyone around. Otherwise, he would have guessed that it was Ling Yun who was scolding him in his heart.
Seeing that Ling Yun was almost at the end of the stairs and was about to enter the entrance to the third floor, Ling'er and Qin Feng hurriedly sped up, following closely behind.
The Heaven-Devouring Divine Light Sword was once a high-grade seventh-ranked Emperor Armament. Although it had been broken into two pieces and was no longer as glorious as before, the might of the Emperor Armament was still there, and no one dared to provoke it.
Thus, a strange scene appeared. The energy that had blasted Qin Feng away spread out like a tidal wave as Ling Yun approached.