"...spare...spare my life!"

Ren Zidong was suddenly unable to move, his internal organs were burned by a large amount of spiritual flames, and he tried to beg for mercy from the enemy with a desperate look on his face.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly burned from the inside out, and was swallowed up by the purple-gold spiritual fire in the blink of an eye, and then burned into a ball of flying ash.

Zhao Sheng slowly retracted his arm. His exposed skin was fair and tender, with no trace of physical exercise at all.

You must know that Zhao Sheng was still skinny and skinny two years ago, his skin was sallow, and he looked like a sick tiger.

Now when I look at it, Zhao Sheng, in addition to being slightly thin, has whiter skin than a woman, a layer of flesh has grown on his face, his facial features have become more straight, and he looks much more handsome.

Compared with the previous two years, they are completely different.

All these changes are thanks to "Immortal Golden Body".

This skill has five major body refining areas: skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and blood.

After collecting the five treasures of Geng Gold, Moon Silver, Nine Return Iron, Mercury Crystal Marrow, and Ice and Fire Bronze, Zhao Sheng's body refining skills began to advance by leaps and bounds.

When the moonlight silver was smelted into his skin, his skin slowly began to turn from yellow to white. At the same time, the iron muscle also allowed his body to grow flesh little by little.

After two years, Zhao Sheng has not even achieved a small degree of success in cultivating the Immortal Golden Body, but Zhao Sheng has become like this.

It has to be said that humans are visual animals.

Since his appearance changed drastically, his wife has become more gentle and considerate towards him, and even his elder son has become closer to him.

Zhao Sheng took Ren Zidong's spiritual weapon and storage bag into his hands.

At this time, a murderous faceless man in black suddenly flew in from a distance.

The man knelt down and saluted, raised his fists, and said respectfully: "Sir, all the rest of Ren's family have been hanged. What should I do next, please give instructions from the leader?"

Zhao Sheng looked at his men and ordered: "After destroying the corpses and eliminating traces, follow me to attack the Ren family's residence."

In order not to escape a single survivor, he directly mobilized the entire ANBU team under his command.

"As you command, my lord!"

In a short while, twenty-two ANBU members in black, like black bats, quietly left the valley and flew into the deep night.

…

Three days later, the night was dark and windy, and I couldn't see my fingers.

However, the Ren family's residence at the foot of Qingsong Ridge was ablaze with flames, and there were shouts of killing and shrill screams everywhere.

At this time, a ruthless killing has come to an end.

When the two elders of the Ren family's Foundation-Building clan met with accidents one after another and lost all news, the only remaining head of the Ren family's Foundation-Building clan was inevitably left alone.

Therefore, facing a sudden attack and killing, the Ren family was caught off guard. They did not even set up an organized resistance, but were taken away by a devastating wave.

Step, step!

A thin figure wearing a Taotie mask walked step by step through blood and walked into the Ren family ancestral hall.

From time to time, he could hear the cries of people dying, begging for mercy, and desperate roars.

In the ancestral hall, the rows of memorial tablets had fallen to dust and lay scattered on the ground.

An old man with white beard and gray hair sat in front of the altar table in the ancestral hall with an angry look. There was a big hole in his chest, and he had no breath at all.

Beside him stood a proud red-faced old man with three steep mountain peaks embroidered on his robe.

As soon as this man saw Zhao Sheng walking in, he immediately stepped forward with a smile, cupped his hands and said: "Taotie, you are a step too late. The old man of the Ren family has died at my hands. According to the rules set in advance, our Sanshan Dao can get an additional ten percent of the Ren family."

heritage."

"Master He, don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one will dare to take away the credit for your contribution to the Three Mountains." Zhao Sheng said calmly.

"With your Taotie words, I can finally feel relieved. Haha!"

After the red-faced old man laughed, a black iron box suddenly slipped out of his sleeves, and he presented it to Zhao Sheng with a flattering expression. He said with a smile: "It's just a small gift, please accept it!"

Zhao Sheng casually opened the iron box and took a look, only to see a black iron bead as big as a steamed bun contained in the box. There was actually a spiritual energy vortex connected to the iron bead.

The spiritual energy vortex is clearly visible. It is slowly spinning, constantly absorbing external spiritual energy and pouring it into the iron bead.

Zhao Sheng closed the lid fiercely, looked at the red-faced old man with sharp eyes, and suddenly asked: "Are you willing to give away a treasure like Iron Mother?"

"As long as you, Taotie, can take care of Sanshan Road a little more in the future. I am willing to give you this piece of iron mother." The red-faced old man replied seriously.

Zhao Sheng took a deep look at this person and accepted the iron box silently.

At the same time, he secretly decided to find out how his identity was leaked after he returned.

The so-called iron mother is a type of natural material and earthly treasure that can only be produced from large-scale black iron mines. It is even rarer than Jiuhuirie.

Just put the iron mother into an ordinary iron ore, and after years of transformation and dissipation, the ordinary iron ore will slowly transform into black iron ore.

For one force, a black iron mine that produces continuously all year round is no less than an inexhaustible cornucopia.

The Master He of Sanshan Road dared to give away such treasures. Although he had the intention of borrowing flowers to offer to the Buddha, his courage was astonishing.

Half a month later, under the auspices of Zhao Sheng, the Ren family's territory was divided among three forces, and the Zhao family successfully took over the Xuan Iron Mine.

As soon as the incident was completed, Zhao Sheng could no longer suppress his homesickness, left the ANBU brigade behind, and rushed back to Xinglong City alone.

In just three days, he flew across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and returned to his home dusty.

As soon as Zhao Sheng landed in a garden, he heard urgent shouts coming from outside the courtyard wall.

"Master, run slower and be careful!"

"Ouch, it hurts! Master, let go!"

Hearing these sounds, Zhao Sheng smiled knowingly, and instantly released his consciousness to explore the past.

At the same time, his figure flashed and suddenly disappeared.

suddenly,

Zhao Sheng appeared at the garden gate. At this moment, a small figure ran out of the corner like a whirlwind, jumped up like a cannonball, and rushed towards the garden gate blankly.

Zhao Sheng, with quick eyes and quick hands, hugged the little man who flew towards him.

boom!

At this time, a pink fist suddenly hit his chin, and there was a muffled sound. The force was so frightening that it was impossible to imagine that it was swung by a one-year-old baby.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What a good boy, even my father dares to hit you! It seems that I can't do it without giving you a good beating."

After Zhao Sheng finished speaking, he raised his big son with one hand with a strange smile on his face, and slapped his son's white and tender buttocks with the other hand with unusual skill.

Zhao Huaying is as tall as a four- or five-year-old child. She is one year old but is three feet tall.

His big black eyes stared blankly at his father, with a look of confusion on his face, as if he had forgotten who his father was?

At this moment, three breathless and delicate maids ran over quickly from the courtyard wall.

"Master Wan'an!"

When the three of them saw Zhao Sheng, their faces turned pale with fright, and they hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"No courtesy," Zhao Sheng said, waving his hands.

"Are you my dad?"

Zhao Huaying woke up from a dream, immediately hugged Zhao Sheng's arm and cried loudly: "Dad, why did you come back! Mom wants to beat Ying'er to death. You have to save Ying'er!"

"Did you get into trouble again? Otherwise, why would your mother be willing to beat you?"

"Ying'er doesn't have one! Those runes are too difficult to learn, and Ying'er can't always remember them. Humph, my mother just beat me." Zhao Huaying said extremely aggrieved.

Zhao Sheng was stunned when he heard this. His child was only over one year old, and his wife actually... hoped that he would become a great success!

The physical development and mental development of a one-year-old baby are similar to those of a three- or four-year-old child. This made Zhao Sheng happy but also a little puzzled.

His son undoubtedly inherited the ancient warrior bloodline.

But unlike him, his son inherited the advantages of his bloodline but did not inherit any of his flaws.

Not only is his skin not withered, nor is he as skinny as a stick, but he is growing at an alarmingly fast rate. Not only is his body extremely healthy, but his energy is also frighteningly high.

An average one-year-old child sleeps soundly for at least eight hours a day, but Zhao Huaying only sleeps for two hours. The rest of the time, she goes around making mischief and is more curious than a cat.

If Zhao Sheng, as the first-generation ancient warrior body, is still a bit acclimatized in the Tianzhu world, then after being passed down to the second-generation Zhao Huaying, the ancient warrior body seems to have undergone adaptive mutation and has adapted to the Tianzhu world.

world environment.

But at the same time, the bloodline characteristic of Mangu's battle body of "Fighting against heaven and earth, Mangu not surrendering to heaven!" was also gradually revealed in his son.

Zhao Huaying was born with a bad temper, was hyperactive, aggressive, impatient, and sometimes stubborn, showing a faint tendency to be a violent warrior.

"Dad, you...can you spank your mother? Just like you spanked Ying'er, spank her ass too."

Zhao Huaying, a "child's talker", gave bold words while twisting her body constantly, her short legs kicking wildly in Zhao Sheng's arms.

"What a big boy, the world is big and your mother is the biggest! You can't afford to offend your father!"

Come on, I'll take you to plead with your mother."

Zhao Sheng hugged his son with one hand and strode towards the inner courtyard.
To be continued...