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"You said, you must know if there is any way to unravel this curse, right!" Fang Ze squatted in front of Xiaolong and asked.

Although Fang Ze didn't know why this little dragon ran out of his arms inexplicably, and he didn't know why it was able to speak, but what it said, Fang Ze believed it!

He will definitely die within a month, who can stand it! Fang Ze is not a disabled old man, nor is he a lovelorn suicide. He still has people who have not been found, and there is unfinished business.

How could he, who had easily escaped from Raphael's hands, end his journey at the first step of escape? He could never be reconciled, and he could never die!

"Want to live?" Xiaolong's tone suddenly became playful, "This seat has lived for so many years and has seen countless lives and deaths. Countless incomparably weak human beings died before my eyes. I watched them die!"

"I don't know how many years you've lived, but you'll outlive me. But, I can't die!" Fang Ze said with a frown.

"You can't die, what qualifications do you have to say you can't die?" the little dragon plunged the magic flame staff into the ground, flailing his wings behind his back and hanging high in the air, "There are many people who say that they can't die." ”

Fang Ze was silent, he had nothing to refute Xiao Long's words.

Suddenly, Fang Ze's body flashed with light, transforming into the form of a holy winged angel, and snatched the long staff.

"Since you are going to die, then you should die better!" Fang Ze shouted, waving the staff in his hand and slashing at the little dragon! The divine power in his body seemed to be guided, merging into the magic wand and blooming with purple light at the same time.

In this instantaneous time, the surrounding grass and trees were affected by Fang Ze's power and shook irregularly. The wind and clouds in the sky changed, and suddenly the wind blew fiercely. An invisible air flow centered on the staff in Fang Ze's hand, forming a cyclone.

"That's how you use the Magic Staff!" the little dragon was visibly panicked. In the next second, its body suddenly became larger, and the majestic dragon body appeared, and the dragon scales on its body flashed with black light.

A large black dragon flew in the air, and the wind generated by the wave of its wings destroyed the surrounding vegetation in an instant. And Fang Ze's faint force was just blowing the grass and trees.

Just as the little dragon turned into a big black dragon, Fang Ze paused slightly, still exerting all his strength, swinging the magic wand and smashing it into the black dragon. Under the collision of unequal forces, Fang Ze was bounced off in an instant, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Subsequently, he fainted.

"Human, with your strength, you can't hurt half a point of this seat at all!" the black dragon's magnificent dragon voice came, and it was completely impossible to think of it with the delicate voice of the little dragon before.

Seeing Fang Ze fainting, the black dragon closed his eyes, his body gradually shrank, and soon returned to the appearance of a small dragon. It flew to the place where Fang Ze fell, picked up the Demon Yan Staff, and looked at Fang Ze with eyes that didn't know what it meant.

"I have indeed seen countless human beings die in front of me, but all of them have a panicked face. You're an interesting person, you dare to fight with this seat, but is this magic flame staff used by you like this?" said the last sentence, and actually put his head on his free hand to show his helplessness.

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A long time passed, and when Fang Ze woke up, he only felt a pain in his body, and there were still some blood stains on the corners of his mouth. His body was very weak, he could not feel the presence of power in his body, and the feeling of emptiness filled his body. He lost his strength, and he couldn't use his strength to just lie down with his eyes closed.

"Human, this seat is the Demon Yan Staff Guardian Demon Beast - the Evil Emperor Demon Dragon! I'll give you a chance, let you have a chance to survive! Would you like to?" heard the voice of the little dragon before. Fang Ze opened his eyes, only to see its two small claws grasping the magic wand and hanging above Fang Ze's body.

The corners of Fang Ze's mouth furled, and he said with a wry smile: "As long as there is a chance to live, I will never let it go! I said I can't die!"

"Okay! in that case, stand up for me with this magic staff, do as I say, and follow me!" the Evil Emperor said, dropping the staff into Fang Ze's hand, and then flew away.

Fang Ze's mind went blank and he didn't think much about it. He couldn't use all his strength, and he tried very hard to get up with his staff.

When he finally staggered to his feet, if it weren't for the support of his staff, he would have fallen down again. Then Fang Ze staggered step by step in the direction where the Evil Emperor was flying.

Fang Ze followed the Evil Emperor to an empty meadow, the Evil Emperor was hanging in the center of the grass, while Fang Ze was panting, waiting for the Evil Emperor's next instructions.

"In this place, use the wand of Moyan to draw the pattern you see in your heart!" the Evil Emperor suddenly spoke. Fang Ze had some difficulty breathing, and closed his eyes according to the evil saying.

The pattern you see in your heart!

Suddenly, a very complex and chaotic pattern appeared in front of Fang Ze's eyes. Fang Ze opened his eyes, clenched his staff, and began to sketch patterns on the ground. The Evil Emperor watched quietly.

Fang Ze forgot about the weakness of his body and began to sketch selflessly. Each line had a specific arc, chaotic and orderly, and the complex lines were drawn on the ground one by one by Fang Ze with his staff. As the minutes passed, Fang Ze kept sketching, and the patterns became more and more formed.

An hour passed, and a huge prototype pattern appeared on the ground!

"Walk to the center of the circle, insert the magic staff into the eye of the array, and kneel down against the staff. The Evil Emperor spoke again.

Without hesitation, Fang Ze walked into the pattern he had just sketched, the magic circle in the mouth of the Evil Emperor. In the center, Fang Ze thrust his staff hard, and then knelt down.

"Follow me!" the Emperor continued, "I am willing to give up my life for the purest desires of my heart, but I will not allow any power to take away everything I should have. Here, I make an eternal pact with you until my demise and the end of my life!"

"I am willing to give up my life for the purest desires of my heart, but I will not allow any force to take away everything I should have. Here, I will make an eternal pact with you until my demise and the end of my life!" Fang Ze read out word by word with the Evil Emperor.

With Fang Ze's words, the magic circle began to shine with blood-red light, and at the same time, the staff began to tremble. A little lower than the head of the staff, a previously dim figure appeared, which was disappearing little by little, and a new one began to take its place.

Little by little, the figure disappeared, accompanied by a terrifying scream. Like tormented sinners!

Fang Ze felt that the weight of the words he said was very heavy, and before he said a word, his body ached. On his forehead, a miniature pattern circle appeared, exactly like the one he had sketched and that had begun to appear on his staff!

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