The poor little phoenix I picked up turned out to be the big boss behind it

"you know……"

Fu Rong was panicked for a moment. No one had been able to figure out his identity for a long time. This guy named Sang Wu actually only had two moves with him before he saw his entire situation.

"It doesn't matter now whether you know it or not."

Sang Wu turned his five fingers into claws and attacked Fu Rong directly. Since he was a ghost cultivator, ordinary methods could not kill him. He had to cut off the life of his body first, and then burn his soul, otherwise he would There will still be a chance for resurrection.

When Fu Rong saw Sang Wu heading straight for his life gate, he swallowed the blood welling up in his throat, grabbed the person who had been knocked unconscious by him on the ground, and blocked him in front of him.

Seeing that Fu Rong actually grabbed the hostage, Sang Wu's expression condensed, and he knew that letting the group of people chase him would do no good.

With a wave of his hand, he moved the remaining ones to other places to avoid having to rescue them one by one later.

Seeing that Sang Wu had taken the others away first, Fu Rong tightly grabbed the hostage in front of him, but he was not sure whether Sang Wu would really stop because of this person.

"It will do you no good to kill me. I have an identity in the human world. If you kill me, others will not let you go."

As Fu Rong spoke, he was on guard against Sang Wu. The man in his hand also lowered his head like a dead pig, showing no intention of waking up.

Sang Wu walked toward him step by step, as if he didn't care whether the person in Fu Rong's hands was dead or alive.

"Didn't you tell me that the four realms will soon be in chaos? If that happens, I will just be a dead ghost cultivator. Whoever dares to do anything to me will not be able to do anything to me."

His tone was slow, he had a suppressive aura around him, and there was a coldness in his eyes.

Fu Rong looked at the distance between him and Sang Wu getting closer and closer, knowing that if he couldn't run away, he might have to deal with it here.

"go to hell."

Without hesitation, he threw the man directly towards Sang Wu, then put his palms together, and a magic ball containing dangerous power condensed out, and flew out and hit Sang Wu with the man.

Sang Wu teleported to the man's side, grabbed it with his backhand, and threw him far away. He didn't stop until he was blocked by a row of bamboos.

It was luck to be able to survive. Sang Wu didn't care about him anymore, but used his spiritual power to catch the magic ball. After all, Fu Rong had survived in the world for thousands of years, and still had some strength.

However, the person he met was Sang Wu.

At this time, Fu Rong was stunned the moment Sang Wu's spiritual power was released. He would not mistake this familiar aura...

He is actually...

Phoenix.

Uncontrollable trembling spread from the bottom of his heart. He was actually still alive. I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect that the Phoenix bloodline that all the tribes in the four realms were trying to find would be by Jun Qi's side, who had become an ordinary person.

The fear faded away, and the distortion in Fu Rong's eyes could be seen clearly. The Phoenix was born, and disaster struck. He would definitely take revenge on everyone. The entire Phoenix clan was wiped out, and no one could escape their involvement. When he knew everything, those hypocrites in the fairy world would be gone. He will definitely die the fastest.

However, if he wanted to survive until he saw that scene, he couldn't die here today.

"Sang Wu, don't you want to know your origin? Don't you want to know why I'm targeting Jun Qi? Don't you care about your people at all?"

Fu Rong asked Sang Wu with blood on his face, obviously wanting to use this as a bargaining chip in exchange for his own chance of survival.

His words made Sang Wu raise his inky eyes, with undisguised mockery in his eyes: "What I want to know, I will naturally look for it. I am the only one left in my clan, so I don't need outsiders to worry about it. And you, for Jun Qi must die!"

With that said, the magic ball that was originally caught by Sang Wu appeared again and was returned to Fu Rong in the same way.

Fu Rong's pupils shrank suddenly as he looked at the magic ball that was coming towards him. He knew how hard he had used that blow. If it had landed on him, there would definitely be no bones left, and the remaining soul would probably be gone by then. I can't escape these three inches of land.

While struggling, he summoned something from the void and held it in his hand, stretching his arms to resist the attack.

'boom~'

There was a huge explosion, the two forces collided, and all the surrounding bamboos were broken.

Sang Wu and Fu Rong were at the center of the explosion and were also affected by the air wave.

Fu Rong was half-kneeling on the ground. His white robe was in tatters and there were many wounds on his body caused by the explosion. Although Sang Wu was not injured, his clothes were torn apart by the air wave. He could have covered his body while standing. The collar around his neck was also turned into rags hanging on both sides.

The green tree shadow that originally stood in front of him also slowly dissipated after the explosion subsided. In fact, Sang Wu was a little unprepared just now, but the Wutong tree spirit protected him again.

Fu Rong, who was kneeling on the ground and raised his head, happened to see Sang Wu's unobstructed neck. He was as shocked as when he discovered Sang Wu's true identity just now.

He has lived in the world for so many years, so naturally he will not mistake what traces it is.

It turns out that the former Shenjun fell into the hands of Lord Feng. No wonder Sang Wu was not moved no matter how good the offer he offered. It was because Jun Qi devoted himself to serving others.

It was really beautiful. He wanted to know the expressions of the people in the fairy world when they knew about it. It would be wonderful.

Sang Wu met Fu Rong's eyes. He didn't want to know what this guy was thinking about, but the jade pendant in his hand attracted his attention. He also knew that it was because of this jade pendant that he Only Fu Rong could block that blow.

He must get it.

Seeing that Sang Wu noticed the jade pendant in his hand, Fu Rong knew that his chance had come, and the explosion just now attracted many people. As long as he seized the opportunity, he could escape from here.

"Sang Wu, guess who this jade pendant belongs to, do you want it?"

While Fu Rong was delaying, he was drawing formations behind his back with his hands, and his body was also waiting for opportunities to move.

Sang Wu's ears moved slightly. He heard the voices of people gathering around him. He needed to get the jade pendant as soon as possible.

He directly raised his hand and sucked it, and Fu Rong felt an extra pull under his hand. The irresistible force forced him to let go of his hand. This thing can only be used once anyway, so he might as well give it a try.

So, at the moment when the jade pendant was released, Fu Rong also threw the drawn formation forward.

As soon as Sang Wu got the jade pendant, something came out of the suddenly enlarged formation in front of him. He tapped the ground with his toes and slid back a certain distance.

A huge white butterfly flew out from inside, and the strong wind picked up the surrounding leaves. There was a woman in black standing on top of it.

Fu Rong found an opportunity and looked at Sang Wu, who was blocked in the distance, turned into a gray mist and disappeared behind Butterfly.