When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 116 Bloodline Suppression

The big bull responded with a look that said "don't worry", then it bit the chicken and shook its head heavily, which almost broke the rooster's pride, and the rooster finally calmed down in its mouth.

The red neck feathers sparkled in the sun, but there was no light in its eyes.

The rooster hung its head and looked straight ahead. It finally realized something was wrong.

The cow that was biting it in its mouth, at least on the surface, was really inconspicuous. It looked like an obedient old ox with a very low sense of existence. So at first, it only regarded it as a spiritual cow of a slightly higher level, with a strong body, which gave it an advantage in the forbidden spirit land. Only then could it cooperate with it and work together to get rid of the strange beast.

But just with that swing, the rooster unexpectedly felt a sense of blood suppression from the ancient mythical beast!

The ancient mythical beasts of this world died out more than ten thousand years ago. Even if there are any left, they must be mixed blood with impure blood.

Just like it, it has a trace of the blood of the ancient colorful phoenix. When it is at the peak of its strength, it can crush all the restless monsters in the snow-covered forest with the power of a chicken and protect the peace of the area.

But just now, the feeling of oppression in the blood clearly came from the cow that was biting it!
Closing his eyes, the rooster couldn't remember which of the ancient mythical beasts could have left a bloodline with the cow, but it could make it feel suppressed. At least the blood of this cow was purer than its own, or... of a higher level.

Before it figured it out, in its eyes, this human cub and this cow were just a child and a spirit cow. If it wanted it to recognize its master, it had to test her carefully to see if she was qualified!
After figuring it out, the rooster lay flat on its back. It was worthy of being the descendant of that man's bloodline. Its luck had always been strong. Before, her ancestor had taken it in, and now this little girl had taken in a spiritual bull that was even more powerful than it.

What can it use to compete with others? With that cow ahead of it, it is afraid that it will never get the favor of its new owner.

The bombing sound behind him lasted three times before it stopped. Zhou Ling looked grim as he controlled the magic broom to land. Due to his unskilled operation, he stumbled along the way and broke many trees. By the time he finally landed, his face was already bruised and swollen.

"Your broom is quite interesting."

Zhou Ling hit her forehead on the ground. Although the ground was covered with thick dead leaves and was relatively soft, the sudden blow still made her dizzy and her vision blurred. Even in this miserable state, before she regained consciousness, she heard these words in her ears. Zhou Ling slowly supported herself on the ground, turned from prone to kneeling, lowered her head, and tried her best to let the yellow brain matter that was almost shaken out gradually return to its place and wake up.

But when she was finally able to focus her eyes, the scene she saw made her heart sink.

The red robe was like fire, loosely covering his tall and thin figure. His black hair, which almost reached his ankles, was spread out, half covering his pale face.

"Girl, why did this broom become a common thing in my hands? In this forbidden place, how can this magical weapon still fly?"

The man in red robe and black hair was carefully studying the magic broom that Zhou Ling had just used in his hand. However, he looked at it again and again but did not find any mystery.

When he looked up to ask, Zhou Ling finally saw his face clearly. His skin was pale, and his cheeks were thin and fleshless, but his appearance did not diminish, especially his pair of red eyes, which were half-closed, making him look even more weird.

Of course, his identity is already obvious. After all, the furry fiery red fox ears on his head are enough to prove everything.

Zhou Ling did not respond to the words that were about to hit him. Instead, he supported himself on the ground with his elbows and lowered his head silently.

Snow-covered forest...how many monsters and demons unknown to the world are hiding in you?
"What? You don't want to pay attention to me?"

The man in the red robe and black hair suddenly chuckled, moved his fingertips slightly, twisted his wrist, spun the broom in the air, and suddenly pointed it at Da Niu.

"A high-level spirit beast is willing to associate with humans? Old Bull, how about this? You kill this girl, and I'll spare your life and let you live in this snowy forest, and help you transform into a demon. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)