"You want me to be your mount? This is impossible!" Ao Ling roared, unable to accept the humiliation of becoming Mu Feng's mount.
"Then die!"
Mu Feng stopped talking nonsense and used his right hand to forcefully pull out the dragon's tendon seven or eight meters, and the golden dragon's blood burst out.
Ao Ling roared in pain again and again, the dragon's body twisted wildly, and was tossed back and forth in mid-air. The huge dragon's face was twisted, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Mu Feng's expression was cold, and he held the dragon's tendon with both hands. He exerted force again, and the dragon's tendon was violently twitched for dozens of meters again. The dragon's blood continued to flow in the air, and Ao Ling's roar became more and more miserable.
Ao Ling was really scared and felt the strong shadow of death.
He knew that if Mu Feng continued to be whipped like this, his dragon tendons would be completely pulled out, and he would only die by then.
"Wait..." Ao Ling said quickly.
Mu Feng ignored Ao Ling at all, and instead used his hands harder, pulling out nearly a hundred meters of dragon tendon, which made Ao Ling twitch all over in pain.
"I am willing to be your mount, don't... stop smoking..." Ao Ling saw Mu Feng's resolute attitude and immediately gave in. ??
Although he is very proud, he is still afraid of death. Compared with life, dignity is sometimes not worth mentioning.
Mu Feng stopped twitching the dragon's tendons, but did not let go of the tendons. He said calmly: "Relax your mind immediately, I need to plant a slave seal in your soul!"
Mu Feng was a little anxious. He didn't have enough time. He had to plant the slave mark on Aoling Yuanshen as soon as possible before time ran out.
Of course, although Mu Feng was anxious in his heart, his face was calm. He couldn't let Ao Ling see it, otherwise, there would be more trouble.
"Hurry up! Otherwise I will pull out all your dragon tendons right now!" Mu Feng said coldly.
Aoling bowed his head in mourning He nodded angrily, closed his eyes, and slowly relaxed his mind.
Mu Feng's eyes flashed with a ray of light, he kneaded the secret with his right hand, and made a golden slave seal in the air, which was imprinted into Ao Ling's eyebrows, deep into the depths of his consciousness, and planted into the depths of his soul.
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This slave mark is much stronger than what Mu Feng usually uses, because his body is now imprinted with the power of the law, so the slave mark he uses also carries a hint of the law.
After being given the slave mark, Ao Ling's eyes showed a gentle look, and he couldn't help but feel surrender and fanaticism toward Mu Feng.
"Owner!"
Ao Ling's dark golden vertical pupils no longer held hatred and coldness, but were filled with respect and tameness.
The eyes are the windows to the heart, and the changes in Ao Ling's eyes cannot be deceiving. This shows that Ao Ling has indeed surrendered to Mu Feng under the influence of the slave seal.
Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his hands holding the dragon's tendon. The red-gold light all over his body slowly extinguished, and the red-gold lines all over his body continued to disperse.
The huge aura in Mu Feng's body quickly dissipated, and his face became pale and bloodless, and he almost fell down.
"Master! Are you okay?"
Aoling's dragon body moved slightly, held Mu Feng up, and then slowly landed on the hill not far away.
At this moment, Ao Ling's eyes flickered, and he had a suspicion in his mind. He knew that Mu Feng suddenly became so strong, and that he must have used some kind of secret technique to forcibly improve himself.
However, Ao Ling could not feel any remorse because Mu Feng planted a slave mark on his soul, so he was completely tamed by Mu Feng.
Anything related to Mu Feng,
He will not have any negative emotions.
"Take me back to Zhao Wucheng. You can help me solve the floods around Zhao Wucheng, and then release Zhao Su'er from the altar." Mu Feng looked at Ao Ling and said solemnly.
"As you command!"
Ao Ling did not dare to disobey Mu Feng, so he carried Mu Feng on his back and soared into the sky. At the same time, he looked up to the sky and let out a strange dragon roar.
As soon as this sound came out, the eight-headed dragons that originally fled into the East China Sea broke out of the sea one after another and gathered in front of Ao Ling.
"My king, he..."
As soon as the eight-headed dragon approached, they immediately noticed Mu Feng on Ao Ling. They were all so frightened that they backed away, and their dragon eyes looked at Mu Feng in fear.
They had thoroughly seen Mu Feng's power in Zhao Wucheng. Even Ao Lie was easily killed by him, and Dragon King Ao Ling had to flee. They had long since lost any resistance to Mu Feng.
If the Dragon King hadn't been here, they would have dispersed and fled in panic.
"In the future, Mu Feng will be my lord, why don't you come to pay homage to my lord?" Ao Ling said in a deep voice. .??.
The eight-headed dragons were shocked and looked at Ao Ling in disbelief. They never expected that the king of their dragon clan would actually surrender to humans and willingly become a slave.
"My king! This..." A dragon was about to object, but was immediately knocked backwards by Ao Ling's claw and fell to the ground.
"No objection! Since I am your king, you must listen to me. If anyone does not recognize my Lord, then don't blame me for being rude!"
Ao Ling looked down at the other dragons, exuding strong coercion and immediately frightened these dragons on the spot.
"My King! We understand!"
All eight dragons lay prone on the ground, surrendering to Aoling's pressure. , this also meant that they recognized Mu Feng as the master of Ao Ling and their Jiaolong clan.
Mu Feng sat on Ao Ling's dragon head, holding the dragon's horns with both hands, barely able to steady himself so as not to expose the fact that he was very weak now.
He is too weak now, otherwise, with the help of Ao Ling, he would plant the slave mark on the remaining eight dragons.
It's a pity that there is nothing he can do now!
"Let's go! Follow me back to Zhaowucheng!"
After Ao Ling finished speaking, he rose into the sky and swept towards Zhao Wucheng. Although the eight-headed dragon was reluctant, it did not dare to disobey Ao Ling's order.
At this moment, Zhaowu City was filled with ruins and ruins.
After Zhao Li, Zhao Lin and others captured Gu Ling and Gu Zhilan, they arranged manpower to stabilize the situation in the city while starting to rescue people.
Zhao Wucheng suffered heavy losses this time. All the buildings in nearly two-thirds of the city collapsed, more than half were killed and injured, and the bodies piled up in the city. It looked very miserable.
Zhao Li was worthy of being the head of the Zhao family. He quickly organized the surviving people in the city and began a search and rescue operation.
Zhao Li also tried to rescue Zhao Su'er in the altar, but failed. There was a very powerful force on the surface of the altar.
Anyone or anything that wants to be detrimental to the altar will activate the power in the altar to protect the altar from being destroyed.
At first, Mu Feng was almost seriously injured by the power of the altar, and finally missed the opportunity to save Zhao Su'er.
Therefore, Zhao Li had no choice but to save other people in Zhao Wucheng first.
However, what makes Zhao Li quite gratified is that since no more people died in Zhao Wucheng, the altar has no energy to absorb, and Zhao Suer is not as painful as before.