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In one dungeon, there are tens of thousands of prisoners.

And here, similar dungeons, there are at least fifty or sixty of them!!

So there were too many prisoners in this place to be counted.

However, not all slaves are eligible for the Slave Seal.

Even if this is the most humble status, there is a threshold for him.

Just as Fang Lingjun thought, those who did not have spiritual roots were all ruthlessly dragged away.

Terrible screams erupted, as if the group of people without spiritual roots knew what fate they would face.

Fang Lingjun's expression did not change, she did not look at the crowd that was dragged away, there was no surprise, after the preliminary screening, she obtained the qualification to become a 'demon slave'.

So, she followed the cell boss and went deeper.

Inside, there is a dimly lit underground hall.

Although the hall is a little dim, there are three places where it is brightly lit.

A head instigated it, densely packed; In the other place, the number of people was slightly smaller, but each looked numb; In the last place, there are only a few hundred people, but it is the most eye-catching camp.

Fang Lingjun raised his eyes and looked at the group with the smallest number of people, all of them had good looks, the men were handsome, and the women were beautiful...... She frowned slightly, and quietly withdrew her gaze.

When she tested the spiritual root, she had been told that there were three kinds of demon slaves in the West Demon Palace.

One is a fighting slave, the second is a war slave, and the third is a serving slave.

Let's talk about 'fighting slaves' first, they are the largest number of demon slaves in the prison of the West Demon Palace, and they are also the lowest demon slaves.

Provide the nobles with the fun of fighting beasts, fighting each other, bloody and cruel.

It is often for a low-level demon spirit stone needed for cultivation. You need to go through dozens of life-and-death battles!

Like a trapped beast in a cage!

And the 'war slaves'. has another name. It's called a dead man!

They will be sent to various sects in the Flowing Cloud Continent to do internal responses, or they will be sent to the Flowing Cloud Continent to carry out some special tasks that will kill them......

To be a dead soldier, you must have the consciousness of being a dead soldier! Once the mission fails, or their identities are revealed, they will do their best to cover the escape of those Demon Palace descendants.

Blowing up the body and soul is just a matter of minutes!

However, although the danger of the death of war slaves is great, the rewards are also rich.

And the bunch with the least number of people. It's the last kind of demon slave, the servant.

The so-called slaves are a group of young and beautiful men and women, who are either beautiful or exquisite...... They would be sent to the Demon Palace, either to serve the nobles on the couch, or to do some ordinary waiter work...... In short, to put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of live, "colored" and "fragrant" people's meat products.

The treatment of slaves can be said to be the best among the three types of demon slaves.

Basically, there is no great risk to life. You can enjoy double the cultivation resources of Fighting Slaves and War Slaves!

Sometimes, even if you're lucky. If you are satisfied with the service of a big person, you may even get an additional reward!

However, if you want to become a slave, there are also strict conditions!

At least the first one, you must have a good appearance.

Before cultivating the truth, Fang Lingjun had always thought that the cultivation realm must be full of handsome men and women on the street, but after really entering the cultivation realm, Fang Lingjun realized that it was just a lie made up in the novel!

People's facial features and appearance are basically determined in the mother's womb, unless the acquired cultivation is the exercises of the Valley of Bliss, it is difficult to change them, and even if they practice the exercises of the face, it will only make people's temperament change slightly, and there is not much change in appearance.

Of course, those flattering exercises in the Valley of Bliss are just the lowest level of beauty enhancement.

If you can get some fairy grass or spiritual objects, that's another matter.

However, this kind of fairy grass and spiritual objects, how can they be so easy to find!

Otherwise, Chitose Enchanting Miasma would not have become the treasure of the town faction of the Valley of Bliss!

As for what absorbs the aura, discharges the dirt, and changes from a village girl to a fairy...... Fang Lingjun said that he had been deeply poisoned by this kind of novel before.

I really don't know if I don't cross, and I'm scared when I cross.

Introduce qi into the body, build the foundation into liquid, condense into Jindan, and refine the Yuan Baby...... Every time there is a breakthrough and advancement, the monk's body will indeed excrete some impurities, but it is far from being able to make people look like a fairy, at most, the smell emitted by the body is cleaner.

Perhaps in the eyes of mortals, a monk who can fly to the heavens and the earth is indeed dazzling like a person from the Heavenly Palace.

However, in the eyes of cultivators, there is not much difference from before.

Therefore, apart from the exercises that are different from the special effects of the face, or the fairy grass spirit objects that nourish and beautify the face, there are really not many means that can increase the beauty!

At least in the Liuyun Continent, Fang Lingjun hadn't seen a few.

Otherwise, the likes of the Beauty Pill and the Fixing Pill would not be so popular!

Therefore, if you want to become a slave, you must be a person of good looks!

Fang Lingjun met these conditions, and she could be undressed to serve others, and she couldn't do it even if she died!

It's not that she thinks of the servants, or disdains them......

This is just her personal choice, and there is no emotional color in it.

She was not qualified to judge this kind of behavior, but she didn't want to do it herself, and she didn't want to do anything else.

And between thinking about it, Fang Lingjun had already made a decision.

I saw her raise her feet and slowly walk towards one of the remaining two camps.

In the end, Fang Lingjun chose the one with the largest number of people and the lowest status, Dou Nu!

To be honest, with Fang Lingjun's personality, she is actually more suitable to be a war slave.

She wasn't afraid of the title 'Dead'.

For Fang Lingjun, who had already died several times. Death is not terrible.

What she needs is a lot of resources, in order to restore her cultivation!

And the war slave can just meet Fang Lingjun's needs.

It's just that all the tasks of the war slaves are closely related to the Liuyun Continent.

I'm afraid that at this time, the entire Liuyun Continent is wanted for her, if she becomes a war slave, she will undoubtedly throw herself into the net!

Liuyun Continent, she must go back, but not now. Nor in this wolf bèi posture!

If you go back. She will be the best!!

A righteous giant overlooking the clouds!!

So. Becoming a fighting slave has also become Fang Lingjun's only choice now.

The demon slaves of the three camps, in the order of serving slaves, war slaves, and fighting slaves, successively received the 'slave seal' ceremony.

Fang Lingjun was the latest, and he was the last to accept the 'slave seal' branding.

A raging flame, burning in an iron basin.

This flame was not an ordinary mortal fire, but a beast fire taken from a seventh-order demon beast.

Seventh order. It is already the early stage of Jindan for human beings!

And the tongs in the flames are even more extraordinary, actually flashing with the light of a magic weapon?!!!

This qiē fell into Fang Lingjun's eyes, and she couldn't help but be surprised!

However, she quickly restrained her expression, covered her face with her black hair, and walked to the iron furnace, trying to make herself look untouched.

"Huh?" The old man in charge of the slave seal burning was puzzled.

He glanced at Fang Lingjun, and then said, "Are you sure you want to burn the 'Dou Nu' seal?" The old man's words didn't mean anything.

Hear the words. Fang Lingjun's heart thumped, thinking of her simple disguise. It must be recognized by the other party!

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at the person opposite.

This look is really shocking.

This is actually a monk in the early stages of the first infancy?!!!

In the face of the Yuanying Monk, her disguise is naturally a piece of thin paper!

However, after the initial panic, Fang Lingjun gradually regained his composure.

Seeing this, the old man raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but glance at Fang Lingjun more.

It is rare for someone to calm down so quickly under his coercion!

Mo said that he was a mortal, even those monks in the foundation building period and the Jindan period felt his coercive power, and they were at a loss for a while.

The old man naturally didn't know that although Fang Lingjun's cultivation was completely lost, and her divine sense was also swallowed by the demon dagger to the state of only the late stage of qi training, she was a sword cultivator, and her cultivation was a king's sword momentum!

The King, the Son of the Heavens, has an advantage over other monks in resisting coercion!

Besides, Fang Lingjun hadn't seen Yuanying Cultivator before.

On the ice field, the battle between Granny Jinhua and the Soul Eater Demon was much stronger than this random release of coercion.

Of course, the most important point is because Fang Lingjun has nothing to fear.

Because, the choice of the slave seal completely depends on the will of the slave himself, that is to say, if Fang Lingjun makes up his mind to choose the 'fighting slave', it is impossible for the old man to stop it on the bright side!

"That's right, it's a slave." Since the disguise had been broken by the other party, Fang Lingjun simply brushed away his ink hair, wiped off the mud on his face, and looked directly at the old man.

Hearing this, the old man brushed his beard and smiled: "Interesting, interesting...... Good! The old man will personally mark you as a 'fighting slave'. ”

Seeing that Fang Lingjun's attitude was so stubborn, the old man did not get angry, but laughed out loud uncharacteristically.

The rest of the people who were terrified and hit the slave seal all looked sideways and swept towards Fang Lingjun.

The sludge on Fang Lingjun's face had been wiped off nine times out of ten, and an extremely ethereal face was displayed in front of everyone.

Everyone couldn't help but be amazed, and they couldn't understand why Fang Lingjun didn't want to be a 'slave', he had to be the lowest 'fighting slave' who wandered on the edge of life and death?!

Moreover, to be a 'servant' does not necessarily mean to serve Israel!

Take the demon concubine who is now soaring into the sky, Shang Xianyue, as an example.

It was the slave who was born, and once he got the eyes of the lord of the demon palace, he was given the position of the third-grade demon concubine, and he was out of slavery, and he was no longer a slave who was called by others.

With Fang Lingjun's ethereal appearance, presumably even if he can't become a concubine, he will definitely be favored by a certain Demon Palace general, so that getting rid of slavery and becoming a master is just around the corner!!

Then everyone couldn't understand why Fang Lingjun wanted to abandon the easy and find the difficult, and be the fighting slave who licked the life on the knife?!!!

Of course, Fang Lingjun didn't know what others thought.

Even if she knew, it wouldn't change her choice.

There is a way to do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

It's just a choice, and everyone thinks differently.

"Hiss~!" Fang Lingjun gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

The hot magic weapon fire tongs landed on the back of her palm, and with a "zi" sound, a blood-colored skull was burned.

In the center of the skull, the word 'fight' is written brightly.

This is the slave seal that represents the identity of the fighting slave.

At the moment when the slave seal was formed, Fang Lingjun suddenly felt a strange power in his body.

It seemed that the invisible force was staring at Fang Lingjun like a delicious meal.

Fang Lingjun's heart was cold, and he secretly said that this 'slave seal' was really terrifying!

"Here's your number plate, drop a drop of blood into it." The old man handed a rusty iron plate to Fang Lingjun.

Fang Lingjun dripped blood as usual, only to see three numbers "zero zero one" appear on it.

"In the future, your code will be '001'. Here, there is a lack of everything, that is, there is no shortage of fighting slaves. When you die, a new Dou Slave will take your place, so for humble people, they don't need a name......" As he spoke, the old man glanced at Fang Lingjun meaningfully, and said leisurely: "I'm waiting for you to take off your number and have a name......

There are 10,000 registered slaves. Everyone is saved in the form of a number.

Indeed, as the old man said, the number is limited, but there are many prisoners who want to become slaves, so the competition is extremely fierce.

Perhaps, '001' still belonged to Fang Lingjun at this moment, but the next moment, it fell into the hands of others......

Then Fang Lingjun didn't think much of the old man's words.

But those foundation building cell leaders who led the team were more or less surprised when they saw the old man give the '001' number to Fang Lingjun.

Their expressions were naturally keenly captured by Fang Lingjun.

Seeing this, Fang Lingjun suddenly felt that the number plate in his palm was a little heavy......

However, before she could ask or think about it, the old man waved his hand sleepily and said to the cell leaders in the foundation building period: "The ceremony is over, take them to the place where the demon slaves live...... It's all gone......"

…… (To be continued......)