When Ling Han was in shock, the white-haired old man's loud shout woke up the sleeping Xiaohong, the breath of the white-haired old man made Xiaohong realize that it was the white-haired old man in front of him who was blowing his beard and staring at it with straw shoes just now, and he was immediately furious, roared, jumped out of Leng Yan's arms, and turned into a behemoth thirty zhang long and ten zhang high in mid-air, surrounded by purple fire, arrogant, stirring clouds in all directions, Xiaohong stared at the white-haired old man who was a little stunned, and let out a low warning sound, but the power of the straw shoes just now made Xiaohong slightly afraid, so its eyes were very solemn, Xiaohong was in such a solemn state, Ling Han saw it for the first time, knowing that Xiaohong was not the opponent of this white-haired old man, he wanted to drink but was controlled by an inexplicable force, and he couldn't do anything.

"Oh, you little guy, you eat the old man's goldenback fish, and now you dare to yell at the old man, why don't you get down quickly and make amends to the old man. The white-haired old man shouted loudly, he didn't seem to know that Xiaohong was an ancient divine beast like a fire unicorn, and he didn't have the slightest look of shock, but because Xiaohong suddenly entered a fighting state, he became even more angry, pointing at Xiaohong and saying loudly.

The suspicion in Ling Han's heart was three points stronger, since Xiaohong followed him, no matter what the occasion, his appearance always caused a burst of exclamations, or disbelief or amazement, but the white-haired old man in front of him didn't even recognize Xiaohong, it was the powerhouse of the Heavenly Tribulation Period who would look sideways, and the ancient Rui Beast Fire Qilin who was thrilled was so excited! According to Ling Han's speculation, this white-haired old man's cultivation was already approaching the Heavenly Tribulation Period, how could he not have any knowledge at all, it was too unreasonable.

Xiao Hong jumped into the air, raised his head high, and let out an extremely high-pitched roar, the sound wave was wave after wave, in the void, one after another visible sound wave attacks were overwhelming, whistling, Ling Han and Leng Yan were like in the stormy waves, their hearts were shocked, at this moment the two of them had no defensive power, and they were about to scatter, at this moment, a red light wrapped the two of them in it, isolating the rolling sound wave attack, Xiao Hong was extremely psychic, naturally it would not hurt Ling Han, after the red light was covered, Xiao Hong's sound wave attack became more and more violent, and the fierce sound waves swirled in mid-air, and several sound waves were combined, Towards the white-haired old man, Ling Han still felt that his eardrum was painful, his heart was irritable, and his soul trembled violently one after another, he had seen the golden lion king's deadly lion roar, at this moment, compared with the two, he only felt that there was no distinction between the middle and uncle, the golden lion king was extremely experienced in attacking, and the sound wave attack was condensed and accurate, which was also his cultivation after more than 3,000 years, and he had experienced the illusion of life and death, and felt the "true self" It seems that the lethality is stronger than Xiaohong's sonic attack, but the sound waves emitted by Xiaohong are really like surging rivers, endless, and its power is even higher than that of the Golden Retriever Lion King, as for which one can really be better, Ling Han couldn't judge for a while.

The overwhelming invisible sound wave completely enveloped the white-haired old man, but what Ling Han didn't expect was that under such a fierce sonic attack, the white-haired old man did not dodge or dodge, and he didn't even sacrifice a magic weapon to defend it, but stood there indifferently, letting the fierce sound waves invade his mind, and soon the sonic attack disappeared, and the white-haired old man still had a ruddy complexion, showing no signs of injury, only to see him jump up on one foot, slap one ear with his hand, and soon a golden thing fell out from the other side, and disappeared without entering the grass。

"Comfortable, comfortable, this person is a year old, his ears are not flexible, you little guy's roar, although the power is average, but the old man's earwax is all shaken out, refreshing, refreshing, come again, come again, the old man's half of his ears will also be plucked, come 、、、 come、、、 come、、、 and roar a few more. The white-haired old man said with some unfinished thoughts.

The contempt of the white-haired old man made the last trace of hesitation in Xiao Hong's heart disappear, only to hear a thunderbolt-like roar on a sunny day, a purple fire dragon with the thickness of a water tank roared out, and after rotating around Xiao Hong's huge body, the body seemed to swell a few points, whistling towards the white-haired old man, as soon as the purple fire dragon appeared, the scorching temperature instantly increased the temperature within a hundred zhang of the surrounding area several times, Ling Han and the white-haired old man were close at hand, and they felt like they were burning in the flames, sweating profusely, and soon they were transpired into water vapor, and the white sweat stains stuck to the skin, which was extremely uncomfortable, but Ling Han couldn't care about these, Because the scorching temperature has made his eyebrows and hair begin to wither, I am afraid that he will soon become the same as the ancient Buddha of the burning lamp, if he is devoured by this fire dragon, I am afraid that Ling Han will not even have bones left, but the white-haired old man still doesn't care, until the fire dragon has reached the top of his head, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a white light curtain erupted, soon forming a huge funnel shape, wrapping the hideous dragon head, and soon a powerful purple fire dragon was gently and skillfully swallowed into the belly by the white-haired old man, and then it was silent。

The purple fire dragon that devoured Xiaohong so easily, not only Ling Han and Leng Yan, but even Xiaohong in mid-air also showed an incredible look, with a hint of fear in his eyes, this was the first time Ling Han saw Xiaohong show a frightened gaze, the white-haired old man pursed his shriveled lips unsatisfactorily, and said even more unsatisfied: " Interesting, you little guy is very interesting, the temperature is not bad, but unfortunately the purity is still poor, if you can turn purple into white, it will be strong enough, but this is not bad, just to refine my Yuan Shen True Fire, the little guy will come again, there is no more powerful, just say hello. ”

After Xiaohong experienced the first evolution, he had not tasted failure, the arrogant expression of the white-haired old man completely angered Xiaohong, only to see it raise its front hooves high in mid-air, and an obscure and esoteric chanting sounded, and soon the sky began to be densely covered with gray clouds, the sound of rumbling thunder, Ling Han knew that Xiaohong was ready to launch the strongest blow, it was the heavenly thunder attack that all monks feared, Xiaohong's trick since he shot, no monk had been able to survive, but the white-haired old man still looked indifferent, but most of the previous anger had disappeared, and at this moment he was attracted by the dense clouds in the sky, showed a slightly contemplative expression, but he didn't stop Xiaohong's prayer, but stared at Xiaohong's solemn and solemn expression with great interest, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, Ling Han's heart was mixed, the white-haired old man didn't know the power of Xiaohong's heavenly thunder trick, and Xiaohong's chance to make a move calmly, this is naturally good, after Xiaohong experienced three evolutions, the heavenly thunder attack caused by it will inevitably be more powerful, but this white-haired old man's cultivation is extremely high, and his speed is far beyond that of ordinary monks, even a straw sandal he casually threw out has that speed, if he deliberately dodges, Xiaohong will most likely return in vain, by then I am afraid that he has completely angered this moody old man, and there is no room for turning around, so how to talk about his own affairs, Zi Ling'er's affairs, if the white-haired old man is too big, he still does not dodge, Finally fell under the thunder, then whether he is the Li Yunjing that Ling Han is looking for is an eternal mystery, and his last hope will be completely shattered, where should he go at that time? Ling Han's heart was surging for a while, and he wanted to stop Xiaohong, but unfortunately he couldn't do anything, so he could only sigh and resign himself to fate.

This time, Xiaohong's speed of summoning the heavenly thunder has been greatly improved, just for Ling Han to be stunned for a while, Xiaohong's sea bowl-sized horse's hooves have already stepped down heavily, and at the same time, three lightning bolts that are extremely bright also shot out, the speed is incredible, as if it is only a blink of an eye from the unreachable sky to the top of the white-haired old man's head, three heavenly thunders appear at the same time, and each has the thickness of an arm, such a power is enough to make the strong man in the return period go all out, whether he can be safe or unknown is still unknown, Xiaohong's strongest trick power has increased dozens of times, Ling Han can't help but rejoice for it。

The white-haired old man finally didn't dare to take it hard this time, but as Ling Han expected, he saw that his figure was like a ghost, and he disappeared in place in an instant. The body of the infant can only do the teleportation, he can do it with the body, this cultivation can only be described as shocking, the body is a mundane thing, the monk asked, in the end, it is necessary to get out of the body, temper the supreme golden body in order to fly to the immortal realm, and the body is heavier than Mount Tai, it is almost impossible to achieve teleportation, but this white-haired old man actually did it, and extremely calmly avoided the attack of the three heavenly thunders, such strength is probably not in the return to the void period, but the heavenly tribulation period, according to the Taoist Yuan Shi Tianzun, the Buddha's Shakyamuni is just a cultivation of the heavenly tribulation period, this person can be compared with them, Ling Han's heart is full of huge shock。

Seeing that the three heavenly thunders were about to turn over the green grass, and the white-haired old man was already ten zhang away, Ling Han sighed helplessly, but to his surprise, just when the three heavenly thunders were about to approach the ground, they suddenly turned around and pursued the white-haired old man at the same speed as before, that is the power that only the real heavenly thunder tribulation punishment has, so that the monk can not avoid it, and can only deal with it head-on, but he didn't expect that Xiaohong has only experienced three evolutions, and he has such an ability, if he has undergone nine evolutions, wouldn't it be comparable to the terrifying power of the heavenly tribulation, Ling Han's eyes lit up again, and Xiaohong in mid-air finally showed a proud look。

"Interesting、、、 ha, ha, ha, ha、、、、 interesting, the old man had some fun today!" The white-haired old man dodged the attack of the thunder again with his astonishing speed, and let out a hearty laugh.