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

Long Aotian, who had just experienced a fierce battle, was catching up on his sleep on the small blanket he had found with great difficulty. Halfway through his sleep, his ears moved, and he seemed to hear someone calling him Master vaguely.

He just wanted to laugh at the other person's face.

So even though the fight has come to this, the illusion isn’t over yet, right?
He has only accepted one disciple in his life, and he is currently hiding in a safe place. He would definitely not appear in such a dangerous place.

It was an illusion. It must be an illusion meant to trick him into waking up and fighting again!

Long Aotian steeled himself, and without even opening his tightly closed eyes, he continued to sleep soundly.

"It's over, it's over, the master can't hear anything! Mother, can the boat go down a little further? I'll go and pull the master out."

Zhou Ling stamped his feet anxiously, took out the Immortal Binding Rope from the storage bag, and threw it in the direction of his master, but found that it was not long enough.

"The boat can be shrunk and can be driven down."

Zhou Li also felt that Long Aotian's condition was not good. He nodded with a serious expression, turned back to the cockpit, and tapped the control panel with his fingertips.

Following the operation of the mother, the size of the building ship quickly shrank and gradually sank, and the distance between it and Long Aotian gradually narrowed.

Zhou Ling's rope was finally long enough, and she threw it forward, intending to hook one of her master's hands or feet. However, when she threw the rope into the sea, her aim was a little lacking, and she actually caught her master's head!

"Master?"

Zhou Ling also felt that it was a bit inappropriate to just pull the rope like this. Although the monk's body was very strong and he would not be injured by dragging the head over here, but...

The posture was not very elegant. Her original intention was to call for her master. If her master was seriously injured and could not move much, then it would be feasible for him to take off the rope around his neck and put it on his hands. At least if she pulled him into the building ship barrier, their situation would be safer.

But he shouted twice more, but to no avail. Zhou Ling gritted her teeth and said, although it was inappropriate, there was no other way now.

If you use a little force with your hands, it is still easy to pull the person while he is floating in the sea water.

As people got closer, for some reason, the uneasiness in Zhou Ling's heart was gradually magnified.

When the master had passed through the barrier and turned over, and when the master and the disciple's eyes met, Zhou Ling knew that she was finished...

"Pull my head, huh?"

Long Aotian was finally sure that everything he heard and saw was not an illusion. With a wooden face, he reached out to untie the rope around his neck and took it off.

As for Zhou Ling, she took a step back and hid beside her mother. She wanted to curl up into a ball and hide in a corner, never to come out to see anyone again!

"She didn't mean to."

Zhou Li subconsciously reached out to stop him and started to explain for her daughter, fearing that Master Long would beat her daughter if he was unhappy.

Although it was indeed my daughter who was in the wrong in this matter.

It's a fine rope that can be thrown anywhere, why do you have to throw it around someone's neck and then pull it back by the neck? What kind of nonsense is that!

"Okay, I won't beat you, but give me the rope."

Long Aotian didn't care much about this matter. After all, it was nothing. He was already very satisfied that his disciple had such heart and courage.

Thinking about everything he had experienced in the ancient ruins, it was not difficult to guess what his disciple had gone through along the way to save him. He had come through such a difficult road, so what was the big deal if he accidentally pulled his neck? It was all for the sake of saving him.

Zhou Ling had no idea what her master was thinking in her mind, so when she heard her master asking for a rope, she quickly handed the rope over.

The rope came into the master's hands, and he lifted it up, swung it in circles in the air, and finally aimed it in the direction of his friend not far away and threw it heavily.

As luck would have it, he was originally aiming at the hands or feet, but due to the different gravity in the sea water, the aim was also on the head.

A constipated look appeared on Long Aotian's face. He turned to look at Zhou Ling with an indescribable look and gave her a look that seemed to say, "I understand you."

Zhou Zhouling nodded in agreement. The two of them didn't exchange a word throughout the whole process, but their eye contact was sufficient and both sides understood what the other meant.

"Didn't I tell you to hide well in Xihai Sect? There are so many dangers here. You risked your life by coming here?"

While pulling his friend over here, Long Aotian started chatting with Zhou Ling, exchanging the latest battle situation on both sides.

"Don't mention it. Xihai Sect is not safe either. If we were a little later, Xihai Sect would have been wiped out."

There is no safe place, and both sides are suffering.

Facing his master's puzzled look, Zhou Ling briefly recounted what had happened in the Xihai Sect.

"well done."

Long Aotian didn't know what to say about the Xihai Sect. Since ancient times, the area near the West Sea has been a place of right and wrong. There are always some stupid people who want to do bad things, and there are always some stupid people who can implicate the innocent.

From the initial establishment of various forces, to their gradual and stable development, to the coming of the Demon Lord to destroy the world, and then to that great war.

During this period, stupid people frequently appeared, and they were more or less harmful and always caused some losses to this area.

The current leader of the Xihai Sect who appeared this time was even more outrageous. He killed nearly half of the sect's people by himself.

Although it was not his own sect, they were both Taoists after all, so Long Aotian would never gloat over someone else's misfortune. Especially...his old friend was the former head of the Xihai Sect.

"How many people were killed or injured?"

Sect Leader Lu, who was sitting far away from them and exuding black energy, had a trembling voice and was full of disbelief.

"We left in a hurry, so we don't know the exact number of people, but...but the casualties were heavy. If we estimate visually, half of them are dead."

Although this fact is cruel, Zhou Ling cannot hide it and must tell the truth.

The cause of all this is that the Demon Lord wants to get something from this relic. Now, the only ones who know the inside story may be Madam Lu and the head of the Lu sect in front of him.

Therefore, they must be made aware of the seriousness of the matter. If they want to stop the Demon Lord's next plan, Zhou Ling and his group must know what the Demon Lord's original plan was!
"He wants to find a mural in the ruins, or a message passed down through other means."

After knowing the tragedy that his sect was currently going through, Sect Leader Lu also looked bored and listless, but he still managed to hold on, speaking as clearly and logically as possible, and told Zhou Ling everything that Zhou Ling wanted to know.

"News? What news?"

Long Aotian, Zhou Ling and Zhou Li, all three of them became alert and sat up straight. (End of this chapter)