Peerless God Lord

The Slave Mansion, as the name suggests, is a mansion. This mansion covers an area of ​​thousands of feet and is built in a simple and elegant style.

The slave house was very lively, with people coming and going in an endless stream.

There are more than a million dragons in Dragon Capital City, and many of them often recruit new slaves, so there are many things in the Slave Mansion.

Su Mo saw slaves of various races following their masters to the Slave Mansion.

There are different races such as the Witch Clan, the Black Scale Clan, the Stoneman Clan, and so on.

However, the majority of these slaves are from the human race.

In the main hall of the Slave Mansion, ten dragon deacons were busy planting slave seals for these new slaves.

Of course, a slave must work with his master to plant a slave mark that the master can control.

Hundreds of people gathered in the main hall and formed ten teams, planting slave seals here one after another.

Long Chen had already left. Long Teng, Su Mo and Sikong Yan lined up behind a team on the side. There were six dragon clan members and six slaves in front of them.

"Long Teng, is this the slave you are planning to take?" A tall dragon youth from the team nearby looked at Su Mo and Sikong Yan and asked Long Teng.

Long Teng is a five-clawed golden dragon. Although he has just arrived in Longdu City, he is very famous in Longdu City and almost everyone knows him.

This dragon youth has a low-level third-level cultivation. He is dressed in fine clothes and has a handsome face. His skin and the dragon horns on his forehead are both purple and lavender. It is obvious that this dragon's true body is a purple-blooded heavenly dragon.

Behind him was a maid, petite in stature, with white and tender skin, and a very delicate appearance.

Su Mo could tell at a glance that this slave girl was from the Xuanbing Clan, just like the Xuanbing Clan he had in the Second Mountain Xuanbing City.

"Yeah!" Long Teng nodded.

"Long Teng, how did you conquer this human race who has a third-level cultivation? How about selling it to me?" The young man from the dragon tribe in Chinese clothes looked at Su Mo and said with a smile.

"Long Bin, I'm sorry, this is the slave I like. You should go out and look for it yourself!" Long Teng shook his head and gave Su Mo to him? It's just a joke.

"Stingy!" Long Yan sneered, but he didn't force it, he was just a slave, everywhere.

Su Mo and Sikong Yan looked at their noses with their eyes, and their hearts with their noses, and remained silent.

After coming to the Dragon Clan, they will keep a low profile and not conflict with the people of the Dragon Clan.

After all, they came here just for a place to stay.

Su Mo and Sikong Yan followed Long Teng in line. After a while, the people in front left one after another and it was their turn.

"Lord Deacon, these two are my slaves!" Long Teng clasped his fists at the middle-aged deacon, then pointed at Su Mo and Sikong Yan.

"Not bad, Long Teng. These two are the best slaves!" The middle-aged deacon looked at Su Mo and Sikong Yan and nodded slightly. He could see that both Su Mo and Sikong Yan had extremely strong qi and blood. , have powerful souls, and are all geniuses.

In the Dragon Clan, slaves are also very different. No one is willing to take slaves who are too useless.

If you want to be a slave of a dragon, you must have a good talent to be chosen.

"Haha, it's not bad!" Long Teng smiled. He was not worried that the deacon could tell the truth about Su Mo and Sikong Yan, because the deacon was only at the seventh level of cultivation.

A strong person with a seventh-level cultivation level can at most see that Su Mo and Sikong Yan are extraordinary, but it is impossible to see the specific souls of Su Mo and Sikong Yan.

"You two, each of you can force out a drop of your own blood!" The middle-aged deacon looked at Su Mo and Sikong Yan and shouted softly.

When Su Mo and Sikong Yan heard this, they opened their mouths and spit out a drop of their own blood.

Seeing this, the middle-aged deacon stretched out his big hand, took two drops of blood essence into his palm, and then motioned to Long Teng.

Long Teng also opened his mouth and spat out a drop of his own golden dragon essence and blood.

The middle-aged deacon divided Long Teng's essence and blood into two parts, and merged them with Su Mo's essence and blood and Sikong Yan's essence and blood.

Then, in the hands of the middle-aged deacon, dragon power surged, and runes kept flashing, swimming among the two drops of blood essence.

In just one breath, two drops of blood turned into two rice-sized words for 'slave'. Then the middle-aged deacon pressed his big hand and pressed two drops of blood onto the foreheads of Su Mo and Sikong Yan respectively.

Buzz~~

As soon as the essence and blood came into contact with their foreheads, a dazzling light of blood suddenly erupted, and then slowly subsided.

According to Su Mo's perception, the blood essence with the word "slave" on his forehead seemed to be connected with the blood essence, holy elixir and soul in his body.

"Thank you, Mr. Deacon!" Seeing this, Long Teng immediately thanked the deacon.

"Long Teng, practice hard, go ahead!" The deacon smiled and nodded, being very polite to Long Teng.

"Farewell!" Long Teng bowed his hands, and then left the Slave Mansion with Su Mo and Sikong Yan.

"Soaring Dragon...!"

Just after leaving the Slave Mansion, Sikong Yan was about to speak, but Long Teng immediately raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Let's go back first!" Long Teng said.

Seeing this, Sikong Yan stopped talking and followed Long Teng with Su Mo towards his residence.

Long Teng's residence is in a mansion in the center of Longdu City.

This mansion is very small. There is only one palace and one garden in the courtyard with a radius of more than 100 feet.

Soon, the three of them entered the mansion and arrived at the main hall of the palace.

"Long Teng, I feel that this slave mark is useless." Sikong Yan said impatiently.

"Of course it's useless!"

Sikong Yan smiled slightly and continued: "This slave seal is a simple seal. It can only control warriors below the sixth grade. To refine this slave seal, the master's essence and blood must be integrated with spiritual thoughts to achieve control. Effect."

"You haven't integrated your spiritual thoughts?" Su Mo asked in a deep voice.

"Blend in, otherwise, the deacon will find out!"

Long Teng smiled slightly and said softly: "However, after I mastered the slave seal, I cut off the spiritual connection with your slave seal, and the spiritual thoughts have dissipated!"

"So, our slave seal is just a decoration and has no use?" Sikong Yan's eyes lit up.

"Well, so you don't have to worry about being controlled by me."

Long Teng nodded and said with a smile: "When you leave the Tianlong Divine Dynasty in the future, you can force the slave mark out of the body on your own."

This slave mark has lost the master's spiritual thoughts, has no power at all, and does no harm.

"That's good, otherwise it would be a shame to bear the slave mark in the future!" Sikong Yan breathed a sigh of relief. In this case, he wouldn't have to worry about it.

"There are several secret rooms for cultivation in this palace. You can practice here from now on!" Long Teng said again.

"Yeah!" Su Mo and Sikong Yan nodded.

Then, after the two of them chatted with Long Teng for a while, they entered the secret room one after another.

The secret room was very spacious. After Su Mo entered the secret room, he closed the door and began to retreat.

During this period of time, because of Zi Xiao, he was unable to calm down and practice, and now he is preparing to retreat for a long time.