At the foot of the Purple Mountain, although it is a harsh winter, the trees are still verdant, and the cold wind with the natural breath blows the branches of the trees to sway, making a "rustling" sound.

On the mountain forest path towards the foot of the mountain, a calm figure walked on the mountain road step by step, quiet and extraordinary, as if it were a quiet mountain. Occasionally, someone passed by him, and they would secretly praise his calm air.

Jiang Zhen slowly walked on the mountain path step by step, and if someone looked closely, they would find that at this time, Jiang Zhen's forehead was oozing with drops of sweat. The cold wind blew, and a chill hit my heart.

But at this time, Jiang Zhen didn't have the slightest mind to care about the cold, and the chaotic true qi in his body gradually stirred up, which made Jiang Zhen feel a sense of expansion, and his body was like the pain of ten thousand swords, which made Jiang Zhen's movements slow down a lot.

After Jiang Zhenzi was injured, he did not use a large amount of true qi again, this time in order to heal Guo Minshun's injuries, a large amount of true qi in his body was consumed. Jiang Zhen didn't expect that the massive depletion of the true qi in his body would lead to the re-outbreak of the suppressed riot true qi in his body.

The eruption of true qi hit Jiang Zhen's internal organs from the inside out, and the pain was heart-rending, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have fainted to the ground long ago. Jiang Zhen was also able to survive until now because he had the experience of a true qi riot before.

Jiang Zhen relied on his tenacious perseverance and walked towards the villa step by step, due to the torture in his body, Jiang Zhen's pace became heavier and heavier, and he walked more and more slowly.

Finally, after spending more than ten minutes, Jiang Zhen barely managed to return to the villa. There was no one in the villa anymore, and Lin Yiyi had already gone to work. As soon as Jiang Zhen entered the villa, he went straight to the gym on the third floor.

Jiang Zhen sat down cross-legged in the old seat in the room with difficulty, and began to run the set of nameless exercises. The boundless pain, the tortured Jiang Scar could not condense his mind, and after a long time, the light distorted like the change of time and space appeared in the gym again, and Jiang Scar began to absorb the power of the sun again.

However, this time, Jiang Zhen is not only absorbing the power of the sun, but also absorbing the rich aura in the gym to repair the internal organs in his body that have been injured by the impact of the True Qi riot.

An hour, two hours, time passed like flowing water, Jiang Zhen sat towards the sun, the light was distorted like a dream, the golden light shone like a fairy saint Buddha, and there was an emerald green jade bottle beside him. With the continuous absorption of the power of the sun and aura, the Riot True Yuan in Jiang Zhen's body has been suppressed.

After Jiang Zhen suppressed the true qi of the riot in his body, he took Jiufei Quenching Heart Marrow to heal his injuries. When the true qi of the riot broke out, if you took the essence of the Nine Fei Quenching Heart, it would be like pouring a glass of high-purity wine while it was burning, and it would only exacerbate the riot of the true qi.

After taking the ginger marks of Jiufei's quenching heart, his face slowly regained his ruddyness, and the internal organs injured by the impact of true qi were also slowly recovering.

Just as Jiang Scar was healing, an elderly gray figure appeared outside the Purple Mountain Villa. Although he has gray hair, he seems to have a deep and majestic posture between his steps, and his face is glowing with red light, old and strong, and his eyes are shining with fine light, revealing a breathtaking shocking power.

Suddenly, the figure of the old man, who had been walking slowly step by step, blurred for a while, and then lost his figure, as if evaporating on the spot.

"Hey, did you see what seems to have just entered the Purple Villa?" one of the guards asked the guard, who was a little dazed and half-asleep beside him.

"Who is that, you're dazzled. The security guard said impatiently, and then continued to take a nap. The security guard who asked the question scratched his head and thought to himself, "Maybe I'm really wrong." ”

In the Purple Mountain Villa, the greening is very good, and towering trees are planted everywhere.

Suddenly, the branches of the trees shook violently, and a puff of dust rose on the ground around them, as if they had been blown by a hurricane, but the other trees only swayed their branches slightly, and there was no such great fluctuation.

Just as the trees shook and kicked up the rolling dust, a white-haired old man appeared beside the tree, and walked out of the dissipated dust, without a single trace of dust on his body, exactly like the ginger marks last time. It was the old man who had just appeared at the door, and it was obvious that this old man was not the owner of Purple Hills.

The old man didn't stop next to the tree for long, and after entering the Purple Mountain Villa, he walked calmly along the path in the villa, turning around, but he didn't look like he was lost at all, but he seemed to be very familiar, and he obviously knew the terrain of this place very well.

He was very fast, and if you just looked at the speed at which he walked, it was hard to believe that this was what an old man had. In just a minute or two, the old man stopped outside a villa. On the door number outside the gate of the villa, the word B8 is impressively engraved.

The old man quietly looked at the villa in front of him, his eyes that were originally half-open and half-closed suddenly opened, and a flash of light appeared in his eyes, and a trace of surprise and joy appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself: "What a thick aura." ”

Spiritual energy is the foundation of the cultivation of ancient martial artists, and a place full of rich spiritual energy has an incomparable attraction for every cultivator. If an ancient martial artist were to choose one of them in a place with abundant spiritual energy and countless amounts of money, then he would definitely choose the former, because it was not difficult for an ancient martial artist to ask for money. Constant cultivation and the pursuit of the Heavenly Dao are their pursuits.

Originally, the old man was very dissatisfied with letting himself deal with such a thing as an ancient warrior, such an assassination operation was a killer's business, as an ancient warrior, the old man had his own dignity, this kind of thing made him feel a bit overkill. But now, the old man was glad that he had come, and he felt lucky to have found such a place with dense aura.

"As long as you kill the people inside, this place will be your own. This is the truest thought in the old man's heart.

The old man did not break into the door, which would attract security guards and be detrimental to his actions. He chose a window, and with a slight urge of Zhenyuan, the window was easily opened. The old man jumped in, entered the villa and walked directly to the third floor, and the old man could clearly feel that the aura on the third floor was the strongest.

"Could it be that some kind of treasure can't be built?" Before, the old man thought that it was because of this place that he would have such a strong aura. But now the old man has changed his mind, and the unevenly distributed aura shows that there must be treasures gathering aura.

The old man who thought of this was even more excited, such a treasure that could gather spiritual energy was more precious than a treasure land. The earth is dead and cannot be moved, but the treasure is different, it can be carried around, and with such a treasure, then there are treasures everywhere.

The old man looked excited, as if he saw the hope of his breakthrough, and walked silently towards the third floor.

Above the third floor, Jiang Zhen was still healing, and he didn't feel the slightest danger.