Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 811 Fighting the Demon Flame ([-])

"Hmph, you all must die, and those who disobey me must die!" Mo Yan suddenly roared, and his body swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was a strong wind all around, and the trees and rocks were blown up by the terrifying wind.Su Changle covered her eyes with her hand, what is he doing?
Suddenly, it wasn't someone who exclaimed: "No, he's going to blow himself up!"

Self-detonation, suddenly startled, even forgot to dodge for a while, holy self-destruction, its power is enough to razed a hundred miles to the ground.But self-explosion is completely a manifestation of suicide, this magic flame...

"Haha, Su Changle, go to hell!"

Su Changle only felt that an invisible hand was restraining her, and she couldn't move. She bit her lower lip, trying to activate the magic in her body, but found that she was suppressed by someone.

What's going on, why is the self-explosion so powerful, why can't even use a little bit of magic battle energy?

"Haha, go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!" Mo Yan's insane voice resounded through the sky, and his inflated body became bigger and bigger...

Su Changle gave a wry smile, and closed her eyes in despair. At this moment, she felt a strong arm tightly encircling her, and the familiar breath lingered in her nostrils instantly.

He opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head, and saw a handsome profile.

"Lan..." She lifted her lips, and let go of her raised heart at this moment. She suddenly thought of something, frowned and pushed him away, "What are you doing, you leave quickly, the holy rank blew himself up, you can't stand it."

Although Rong Beilan is also a holy rank, the magic flame exploded on its own, which is equivalent to betting on one's own life, and its power can be imagined.

Rong Beilan was a little displeased, and her cold voice was obviously angry: "Le'er doesn't believe me."

"On you..." There are injuries.

"No problem." Rong Beilan glanced at her, then turned his eyes to Mo Yan.

Seeing the handsome man suddenly appearing in front of him, Mo Yan sneered: "Why, if you want to come and die with her, I will fulfill you."

Mo Yan already felt that his internal organs began to struggle, and the huge pain made his face even more ferocious, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Rong Beilan looked at him coldly, very calmly, "It's all about self-explosion, will I be afraid?"

Ben Gong... Mo Yan suddenly thought of something, and stared at him with wide eyes, "Are you Rong Beilan?"

Rong Beilan didn't answer, but just took out the silver knife as thin as a cicada's wing and threw it out.

Mo Yan sneered: "Even if you are Rong Beilan, you still want to stop me from blowing up with a mere knife. Since you won't let me be happy, then none of you can leave here alive, and go to hell with me!"

"Hell," Rong Beilan snorted coldly, "Go to a boring place by yourself!"

Hell is a boring place?Su Changle touched her nose and said it as if he had been there.

Seeing that the skin on Mo Yan's body has become transparent, and the surrounding wind is getting stronger and stronger, the knife is lightly inserted into Mo Yan's body.

Mo Yan glanced at him, but there was no response, he opened his mouth to laugh, but suddenly felt his body deflated quickly, as if he was being discouraged.

"What, what's going on here?" He looked at the changes in himself in horror.

"Go to hell and study." Rong Beilan raised a hand, and a ball of dark purple light floated in his palm. He waved it lightly, and the ball of light hit Mo Yan.

"Ah—" Mo Yan screamed in pain, "No, no, how is it possible!"

I saw his body quickly shattered into countless fragments.

(End of this chapter)