Anyone who sees it will shake their heads.

Anyone who sees it will feel helpless.

This guy looks like some kind of plant that is about to wither. Not only did he not get a drop of water to replenish it, but he also suffered a frost that could not bear at all.

Its entire body is completely aged and wrinkled, and it looks like the skin of an old woman who is hundreds of years old. Even, others may be more beautiful than him.

And Han Sanqian's spirit is not to mention. If no one touches him, he can't give a reaction. If you call him dead, no one will argue.

On this day, plus yesterday, Han Sanqian had not moved, or even breathed, for two whole days.

He was completely still.

On the night of the sixth day, Han Sanqian finally let out a breath, but it was like the last breath of someone who was about to pass away. After that, his head drooped directly, and there was no movement.

The dawn of the seventh day is still the same.

10 minutes at noon, still the same.

It seems that Han Sanqian is really dead.

Even his body has not only lost its previous brilliance, but has become a pile of dead wood between the folds, and from a distance, it looks like a corrupted old chrysanthemum.

Throughout the blood moon, the blood of the past was also lost, and everything fell into peace.

At this time, besides the blood moon, the seven-day fight, when the blood moon lost its last luster, the body of the red and golden light also went to its final decline.

As the lava monster slapped out, the figure flew upside down for a few meters, and even if he quickly stabilized his figure, his figure was already swaying, and even shattered all the time.

On the other hand, compared to the lava monster seven days ago, his whole body has become larger and his body has become more burly. His muscles are completely thick and huge boulders. The boulders are hard and cold. All at their feet.

"Roar!"

The monster roared, Fang Buddha was swearing his victory, and Fang Buddha was mocking the failure of the two of them!

He seems to be telling the golden and red body that even if you two work together, you will never be defeated by his men.

He is a little crazy, but, he has real crazy capital, who would dare to say not? !

"call!"

Touching his chest, the golden and red body was obviously extremely uncomfortable.

"You and I joined forces. Who would have thought that it would be done in this way. This is what you and I have regretted for so many years, and now it is finally made up."

"It's just, I'm afraid you and I will never think that the alliance between you and me will end in this way again?"

He was laughing, his smile seemed bitter, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could hear his sadness and helplessness from his voice.

Jin Guang seemed to move a bit, seemed to be responding to him, and seemed to be encouraging him.

"Failed, defeated, you and I will kill him three times within seven days. Now, plus Han Sanqian's two times, he is already a seven-turn body, but unfortunately the blood moon's light has faded, you and I can no longer be with you. He has an equal chance of playing."

"And, with the current situation, you and I are nothing but broken souls. If there is no blood moon support, what is it?"

"Hehe, I shouldn't say that, because you have at least one Han Sanqian."

Having said that, he raised his head and glanced at the blood moon that had lost its light, and shook his head bitterly: "Tell me, what the hell is this kid doing?"

"My senior brother should have taught him the art of sanctification of the flesh, but I don't know how he cultivated?"

"Although there are secrets, there are always shortcuts. You should also know that those who take shortcuts will come faster than others to some extent, but opportunities also mean risks."

"Whether that kid's body can resist such a domineering mentality of the Lord, there must be a big question mark."

"Now that seven days have passed, he will either emerge from the moon and turn the tide, or he will wither away and become a member of this vast ban."

"With us, we will always be imprisoned here, and will always be suppressed by this monster."

When the words fell, he looked at the sky with a great sigh, and also looked at the blood moon.

Perhaps, for him, after living for so long, it was the first time that he had such a sense of expectation for a thing or a person.

The golden light and shadow also seemed to be responding to the Buddha at this time. He also raised his head slightly, and looked at the dry and dull blood moon together with the red light.

Both seem to be waiting...

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