The cold eyes lightly swept over Long Qianhua's face, retracted indifferently, and walked to the side of the ice lotus, quietly waiting for the ice lotus to bloom.

Since the next second Long Qianhua saw the Ice Lotus, the whole person seemed to be locked in a small dark room, and he couldn't see anything in front of him except the Ice Lotus.

But just now she suddenly noticed a flash of golden light in front of her eyes, like a dark room suddenly shining with sunshine, and in a drowning person who was almost desperate at a moment suddenly found the water level dropping, and the oxygen that she had been desperately asking for suddenly filled her breath.

That touch of gold was Long Qianhua's oxygen, which pulled her out of the water at the moment when she was about to drown, giving her hope for life.

Long Qianhua eagerly grasped the only light, struggling to hold her breath, allowing her attention to shift with the golden light, thus causing the ice lotus to reduce her force.

It's difficult, but it's her only chance, and she can't give it up.

The ice gradually covered her chest, and Long Qianhua even felt that there was already a chill in her neck, which made her want to shiver.

However, this is not the time for her to be cowardly and afraid of the cold, forcing herself to ignore the cold that is about to cover her neck, Long Qianhua can't contact Bai Qianyuan, and she doesn't dare to waste more time on this, her hands have been frozen and she can't start the wind energy at all, so she can only save herself now through her magic power.

Fortunately, Mother Feng taught her a lot that night, otherwise she wouldn't know anything about what she was saying now, and she really had to wait for death.

The ice spilled up his neck, and Long Qianhua felt that it was beginning to be difficult to breathe.

There is no time!

Holding his breath and concentrating, Long Qianhua closed his eyes, focused his attention on the dantian, and looked at the light blue phantom soul that was wrapped, and a layer of light orange wrapped in the upper part of the phantom soul, Long Qianhua began to use his divine sense to dispel those orange and red, dispersing them from the comfortable phantom soul residence to all parts of the body.

Little by little, driven by Long Qianhua's strength, the magic power began to slowly go where Long Qianhua wanted.

The ice covered his mouth, and the phantom, which was originally more than a meter away from the man, quietly took two steps forward at this time, looking at the ice lotus with anxious eyes.

The man slowly stretched out his thin, wrinkled left hand, and in his right hand he was still holding the biscuit that was only wrapped in a layer of mist, and the whole palm of his hand was as if it had just been fished out of the water, full of water stains.

Fast!

Fast!

Long Qianhua poured all the power of her divine sense, and when the phantom power encountered the cold ice cube and tried to retreat, she pushed them as hard as she could, and finally when the ice cube was about to cover her eyes, the pale orange phantom power suddenly rushed forward as if she had taken a stimulant, and worked together to drive away the ice cube that was trying to occupy their territory.

With the beginning, everything seemed to be much easier, more and more magic power was continuously outputting from the blue phantom ball to Long Qianhua's surroundings, and the face with light ice qi had been invaded by this sudden and fierce attack, and the ice water slipped from Long Qianhua's face and dripped into the ground.

The lotus heart, which was still bright and delicate just now, suddenly dimmed in color, and the man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked up in the direction of Long Qianhua.

Long Qianhua didn't know what was going on outside, because she couldn't see, she couldn't care, she had to concentrate on her divine sense, forcing the phantom power to remove the ice from her body.