The sky outside should have been bright, but it was still pitch black inside, only relying on the spiritual power of Leng Zhixiu and the lighting of the nine glass cups, there was a faint light in the hair cage that should have been black.

Gong Qianzhu and Leng Yixiu sat side by side, with a nine-glass lamp in the form of a palace lamp beside her, she hugged her knees and muttered to herself with some concern, "I don't know how the situation is outside......

"Don't worry, Huo Feng is the chief disciple of Elder Xuanjing, so he shouldn't be so easily defeated. Leng Zhixiu comforted.

She rested her chin on her knee and furrowed her eyebrows worriedly, "Relic, we won't be trapped here forever, will we?"

Leng Yixiu turned his head to look at her side face, the silhouette looked more gentle and beautiful in the dim light, the eyelashes were long and curly, and the eyes flashed with fine light, as if they contained the entire starry sky, and the distance was so close that he could even see the fine fluff on her face, which was too soft, and he couldn't help muttering, "It's actually not bad to stay here like this all the time......

"What?" she said, turning her head in surprise.

Leng Zhixiu paused, "It's nothing. ”

Gong Qianzhu sighed, holding his face a little frustratedly, "I really don't like this, I feel like I can't do anything." ”

She took out the silver flute that her sister had given her before, and she had always carried it with her, and she hadn't blown it for a long time. Put the silver flute horizontally on the lips, the tactful and melodious sound of the flute blows out from the lips, the melody is beautiful, such as the ring, the sound of the flute has some faint echoes in the hair cage, such as the clouds and flowing water in the same way, it has a long history and there is no lack of ancient rhyme, it can really be called the lingering sound, endlessly.

Leng Yixiu sat beside her and listened quietly, and suddenly a kind of peace and tranquility that had never been felt before rose in his heart, as if the impurities in his whole body had been removed, and there was a gentle and demure breath flowing in every pore, it was really ...... A voice that purifies the mind.

The sound of the flute gradually stopped, Gong Qianzhu looked at the silver flute in his hand in a daze, and suddenly his fingertips were cold, as if he had woken up from a dream.

She stood up suddenly, and said angrily, "I can't stand this, even if it's not ordinary hair, it should always have the appearance of hair!"

Leng Yixiu looked at her, not understanding what she wanted to do.

Gong Qianzhu closed his eyes, concentrated, and transmitted the sound into the secret passage - Huo Feng, using Samadhi True Fire.

Hair is hair, and any hair should be afraid of fire, and with so much hair, I'm afraid it can only be cleaned up quickly with fire.

Soon, the surroundings began to burn, and Leng Zhixiu pulled her over, and a water barrier spread around her body, separating the two of them in another space.

The raging fire began to burn in front of his eyes, and Gong Qianzhu leaned towards Leng Zhixiu with some fear, although he knew that the water enchantment was separated from the fire, he was still a little afraid.

The hair under the burning fire began to melt, she suddenly saw something white under her hair, and was about to reach out to probe, when suddenly Leng Zhixiu turned around and pulled her in his arms, blocked her eyes with his right hand, and whispered in her ear, "Don't look." ”

Gong Qianzhu was a little surprised, but he still nodded obediently and let him cover his eyes tightly.

Leng Zhixiu covered her eyes like this until the countless skulls hidden by her hair were burned to ashes by the Samadhi True Fire.

This fire has been burning for several hours, and when Leng Yixiu came out of the enchantment with Gong Qianzhu, it was already daytime outside, and there was a mess all around, all of them were burned by the flames so that they could not see the clues, and as for the hair that was so much that it could cover half of the sky, it was all burned to ashes, and there was not a single hair left.

Fa Hongyan sat quietly in mid-air, watching all the hair that had worked hard to be burned to ashes, but his face was calm, as if he was looking at a bland landscape.

She was a silk demon who relied on her hair to maintain her strength, and now that her hair was burned to the ground, she had no strength to compete with them.

"Qianzhu!" As soon as Qing Jiu came out of the enchantment, he immediately rushed to Gong Qianzhu's side and worried, "Are you injured?"

Gong Qianzhu smiled, "No, it's Senior Sister Qingjiu, it's okay for you to be trapped in the hair cage for so long?"

Qing Jiu smiled and nodded, and said, "Then Sima Gongzi and I will go to save the other disciples first, and leave the rest to you." ”

"Good. Gong Qianzhu responded, watching Qing Jiu and Sima Changyuan go away.

What should I do now, Fa Hongyan has no strength, should I take her or let her go? After all, she didn't really hurt anyone......

Fa Hongyan moved her legs and stood up, and several people suddenly became vigilant, but saw that she just charmingly stroked her silky long hair, the long hair grew wildly, flying in the air over her ankles, the tips of her hair were slightly rolled inward, and it seemed that only the green silk was dancing wildly in the air.

Huo Feng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Does she still have magical power?"

Gong Qianzhu was also a little incredulous, "Impossible, isn't all your hair burned?"

A red light and a purple light suddenly crossed the air, and everyone was shocked, only to see two rays of light stop in the air and appear in the shape of a human. The man was wrapped in a purple robe, and his face was not very clear, as if his face was covered with a layer of light, making it impossible to see his face clearly. The woman was dressed in a red dress like blood, her complexion was snow-white, her lips were like dots, her eyes were condensed like ice, and she stood proudly in the air, arrogant, like a king.