"I can't help myself!" the white-robed man looked coldly at Lu Zhe, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

The eyes of the public loser Qiankun are not inferior to the immortal lock that can only be used by the bloodline of the Mo family in the past dynasties, but Lu Zhe is not exactly the opponent of the white-robed people, in the illusion of the immortal lock, the white-robed people are the masters here.

He was no longer a normal human, or rather, he had already made an agreement with the spirits and resentful spirits in the immortal lock. When they are released, it is when Qingyun comes back to life.

The white thing was the floating coffin where Qingyi's body was placed. It can prevent her from being violated by the spirits and resentful spirits in the immortal lock, and it can also ensure that Qingyun's body will not be destroyed.

Lu Zhe held Di Xiu in his hand, and a strong pressure came from his shoulder, making him unable to stand up at all, who was already injured.

The white-robed man had no intention of caring about him, his mind was all on Qingyun in the floating coffin, Luo Xiaobei had already entered the floating coffin according to the plan, whether she wanted to or not, the cultivation on her body would be slowly sucked away. Since Lingxi's spiritual power could make Qingyun, who had become a resentful spirit, become a human, then Luo Xiaobei, who had obtained all the cultivation of Lingxi and Qingyi, could naturally bring Qingyun back to life.

But Luo Xiaobei alone is not enough, there is still a part of Wang Xiaowan, although that part is not even one-third of Lingxi.

He stood reverently in front of the floating coffin, his red eyes colored by the brilliant brilliance, and he had been waiting for this day for many years.

Finally, can you see Qingyun again?

The color on the floating coffin was even stronger, and the rare cold voice of the white-robed man brought extreme joy, Lu Zhe squeezed the emperor Xiu in his hand, the inside of the immortal lock was filled with the breath of evil spirits, and the pure cultivation on his body was suppressed very much here.

"Yun'er!" the white-robed man stroked the floating pavilion with one hand, his forehead lightly against the back of his hand, his years of waiting were about to become a reality, but the joy in his heart gradually turned into sourness.

The floating coffin seemed to hear his muttering voice, and the brilliance on it gradually sank, but in the blink of an eye, the colored brilliance suddenly extinguished, leaving only a dazzling white.

The white-robed man took a step back, a strange light burst out of his eyes, joy and joy were not enough to describe his emotions at the moment.

Lu Zhe turned his head sideways and looked at the figure that gradually appeared in the white light, even if he was injured at the moment, there was still a hint of softness in his cold eyebrows, it was Luo Xiaobei, not anyone else.

The white-robed man rushed forward with a brisk step, but when he saw clearly that it was Luo Xiaobei's face, the whole person retreated.

"Is it you?" The white-robed man showed a look of disappointment in his eyes, but it was only for a moment, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, and he raised his palm and hit Luo Xiaobei's shoulder fiercely.

Luo Xiaobei stood still and didn't move, only felt a gust of cold wind hitting her face, and before she could blink her eyes, a black shadow floated in front of her.

"You ......" The white-robed man took his hand, and the blue-robed man fell into her arms.

"Yun'er!" the white-robed man exclaimed, and the retracted palm gesture returned to himself, and he sat on the ground with Qingyi in his arms, and his voice was a little hoarse in his voice.

Luo Xiaobei never thought that the awakened Qingyun would stand in front of her. Luo Xiaobei's movements of the white-robed man could be blocked, but Qingyun's appearance was an accident.

Whether it is true or false, at least at this moment, Luo Xiaobei believes that the "I'm sorry" that Qingyun just said is true.

It's just that this "I'm sorry" shouldn't be said to her, she should be said to Lingxi and Qingyi.

"Yun'er, how are you?" The white-robed man's retraction of the palm wind and the backlash didn't have much effect on him, but Qingyun's state was not right, at least it was different from the situation that the white-robed man imagined.

Isn't Luo Xiaobei supposed to be dead? How did she come out? Qingyun waking up was the happiest thing for the white-robed people, but in fact, it didn't seem to be like that.

Qingyun didn't speak, but couldn't control her tears. Her long hair was scattered all over the place, and her delicate face as Qingyi was completely displayed in front of Luo Xiaobei.

"I asked you to take care of our daughter, is that what you did?" Qingyun had no strength, she didn't absorb Luo Xiaobei's cultivation, or rather, she couldn't at all.

The guilt for Lingxi and Qingyi has been surging in her mind like a tide since the moment she woke up, Luo Xiaobei and Lingxi have exactly the same breath, and it is even more unlikely that she will attack Luo Xiaobei. Even, because of this guilt, she still has to protect Luo Xiaobei.

The white-robed man's already red eyes turned even redder when he was questioned by Qing Yun, "You just woke up, don't speak yet." ”

The more the white-robed man changed the subject, the more sad the expression on Qingyun's face became, and she struggled to sit up, "You let me out, I'm going to see her!"

Qingyun asked about Wang Xiaowan, Luo Xiaobei only picked a brief and told her. Now Wang Xiaowan's life and death are still uncertain outside, how could Qingyun, who knew that he would die, to give birth to Wang Xiaowan, watch his daughter suffer?

Not to mention, Wang Xiaowan is like this now, and he can't get rid of the white-robed man. What's more, the immortal lock has been opened, and all the spirits and resentful spirits inside have run out, and I don't know what has become outside now, how could the white-robed man let such a weak Qingyun out.

What's more, Qingyun is only a temporary awakening, not a resurrection.

"Yun'er, you can't go out now!" the white-robed man put his arm around her shoulder.

How could an already weak person withstand the pull of the white-robed man? Qingyun's whole person had already fallen back, as if he would fall apart at any moment.

Luo Xiaobei threw the shadow wood whip in his hand, the silver light suddenly rose, the wind pierced the black fog, and the white-robed man turned around with Qingyun in his arms, just avoiding Luo Xiaobei's fierce whip wind.

"Now that it's here, let's find out!" Luo Xiaobei was very calm, and her thin body seemed to be filled with infinite strength.

Lu Zhe finally stood up, but his face was pale, and the powerful evil force in the immortal lock was about to crush the bones in his body, while Luo Xiaobei looked like no one else. You can even fight the white-robed people normally here.

The white-robed man was suddenly attacked, and his emotions were suppressed to the limit, he put Qingyun down and said softly in his ear, "Wait for me, come back soon!"

He put his hands down and turned around, not seeing the look of disappointment on Qingyun's face or her feeble fingers slipping from the corners of his clothes.

Qingyun's voice was drowned out in the white-robed man's words of scolding Luo Xiaobei.

"Since you want to be killed by me, then, I will fulfill you!"

Lingxi did die in his hands more than twenty years ago, but he didn't expect that Luo Xiaobei would survive.