"Have you ever eaten and self-destructed?" Jinghong's clone looked at Mr. Junfang and said.

"You should know that I am resistant to fire spells. Even if you self-destruct, you will not be able to hurt me." Mr. Junfang snorted coldly without hesitation.

"Haha... aren't you afraid, but aren't those golden men?" Jinghong's clone smiled and said, "And in a closed environment, the power of the explosion will increase by a hundred times."

Mr. Junfang skipped a beat and called out a secretly bad thing.

At this moment, he was already in a state of advancing and retreating to Weigu.

If the barrier is not opened, the crystal red clone explodes itself, which may damage the twelve spirit formation of Dutian and even damage the twelve golden men.

However, if the barrier is opened, dozens of crystal red clones outside and Chen Zhao's body are eyeing each other.

A Chen Zhao had already given him a headache, and he also had dozens of crystal red clones.

Mr. Junfang felt that he could almost wait to die.

Of course, Mr. Junfang still wants to struggle.

Mr. Junfang stamped a black magic seal at Jinghong's clone again.
Chapter completed!