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At nine o'clock in the morning, the International Conference of the Magic Circles officially began.

Without so many routine opening remarks, the meeting went directly to the key theme - the representative of Huaxia Mountain Gate explained the time and place of the opening of the magic gate that has been calculated so far.

Zhi Xuan Zhenren said with a serious expression: "After the joint calculation of the masters of the international magic world, my Huaxia Mountain Gate, and the international Buddhist Tantric monks, it can be basically determined that the opening of the magic gate will be in the middle of May 2008, and there will be a total of six opening locations, namely the Kunlun Mountains in the northwest of Asia, the Sendai area in northeast Japan, Greenland in North America, and the area near the Brenner Pass in the Alps in southern Germany and Austria. The area around the Nyamurajira volcano in the Congo region of Africa, and the southern foothills of Mount Cook in the South Island region of New Zealand. The location can be confirmed, but the exact location needs to be investigated on the spot, and the time when the magic door is opened can only be limited to one week, and it cannot be ruled out that abnormal conditions will accelerate the opening of the magic door, such as extreme natural phenomena, or man-made ......"

In the venue, warlocks from all over the country began to talk one after another.

On the rostrum, Zhi Xuan Zhenren paused for a moment, and when everyone's discussion gradually subsided, he continued: "Considering the uneven distribution of magic forces around the world, and once the demon gate is opened, the demon must be killed and sealed in the first time, so we must convene this conference in advance to discuss and make a specific division of labor. ”

"Of course, for various reasons, the techniques used to seal the Demon Gate vary from place to place, so it is even more necessary to come up with a specific plan for this in advance......

Su Chunfeng sat under the stage, slightly closed his eyes and pondered.

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China, the reckless Kunlun in the northwest, is shrouded in darkness and blizzards.

Diao Ping walked through the snow.

He heard the roar of an engine coming from the howling wind and snow, and he was a little surprised that there should be no cars on this road in such weather, and he had not encountered a single car for several hours since entering the mountain.

So he couldn't help but want to laugh a little mischievously, in this environment, at two or three o'clock in the morning, the driver suddenly found that there were people in the snowy night......

Will you be intimidated?

The roar of the engines is getting closer, the beams of the headlights are blocked by a dense curtain of snow, and a small passenger and cargo car appears in the raging snowstorm.

Relatively.

It's that car!

When passing by, Diao Ping found that it was the vehicle he was tracking, and there was no one else in the car except for the two drivers.

The two drivers were obviously frightened, the speed was extremely slow, and the sight was extremely poor, and it was only when they almost passed by, they saw that in the wind and snow, there were people walking on the side of the road, so they were startled, the car braked obviously, and then accelerated to skid on the mountain road and almost jumped down The car was destroyed, fortunately, the driver was full of experience and controlled the car steadily, fortunately, in the case of extremely poor vision, they could no longer see Diao Ping, so the right to look at it as their own.

Diao Ping smiled in the wind and snow, thinking that when the driver met the master for a while, he would be startled.

He was not anxious because of the return of the car, and was worried that the two dervishes and Cai Xian had already stepped out of the border. Because even without the guidance of the Immortal Root-Seeking Bird, he could now clearly sense Cai Xian's location in this extreme weather, which was less than a kilometer away from him.

Moreover, they walk slowly.

Maybe it's because the mountain road is difficult, maybe it's deliberately waiting for me, right?

Diao Ping didn't have the slightest worry or fear, nor did he rush to cast a spell to attack, his heart was so calm at this moment.

Distance.

Sheltered by mountain walls and trees, there is almost no wind and snow, and a few meters away is a cliff.

The two ascetics bowed to Amitabha Buddha together, looked at Cai Xian who was frightened and angry, and said respectfully but confidently: "The donor has done a lot of evil, and my Buddha's mercy has given the donor the opportunity to repent. ”

"Was it fate or was it luck?" Cai Xian is already desperate.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The two dervishes turned and strode away, and soon disappeared into the snowy night.

Feeling Diao Ping's undisguised chilling aura in the distance, looking at the cliffs and cliffs, the raging dense snow, listening to the howling wind at the pass, looking up at the sky, the dark night, and the snowflakes, Cai Xian showed a self-deprecating smile when he was desperate, in this life, is he going to be buried in such a place?

He knew that Diao Ping could launch a spell attack at any time, and he couldn't escape.

He also knew that the reason why Diao Ping was not in a hurry to attack was to let him suffer from this kind of fear, remorse, helplessness, and despair.

Far away.

Across the cliffs, between the peaks and cliffs opposite, two old people in Taoist robes are like true immortals in the world, quietly looking through the heavy snow curtain and the night, looking at the place where they can avoid the wind and snow, their expressions are peaceful - the Qimen rivers and lakes are all reckless, even if Su Chunfeng, Tie Gua Xian, Wang Qimin, Luo Tonghua and others are calculated, how can they calculate, forcing Diao Ping into the devil, why do you need others to fight, why stop him from taking revenge? Becoming a demon and becoming a demon actually cares about Diao Ping himself.

He has demons in his heart, and the demons are strong.

Last winter, the Buddhist Tantric monk Sixteen King Kong made a brazen move, it was already calculated, and it was impossible to kill Diao Ping, and it was inevitable to provoke the demon that he calmed down, even if it was suppressed again, the demon was only suppressed, but it did not disappear.

This is fate.

It is an inescapable fate that has been there for thousands of years as a inheritor of trickery.

Diao Ping, who was walking in the wind and snow, suddenly thought of something, he was not in a hurry to attack Cai Xian, it seemed that he was becoming more and more steady, not arrogant or impatient, but in fact, he was ...... On the contrary, the anger is heavier, it is the subconscious desire to torture Cai Xian, the intensification of hatred, and the demons in the heart. So Diao Ping did not hesitate to abandon his previous plan and blatantly cast a spell to attack.

Two invisible firewood knives broke through the tangible snow curtain and killed Cai Xian in an instant.

Cai Xian, who had already despaired and made the decision to fight with all his might for the last time in his life, waved his magic weapon and cast the Seal of the Earth, which fell like a tower in the air, suppressing the two firewood knives.

However, although Voldemort is a top-grade magic weapon, how can it compare to Diao Ping's two invisible top-grade magic weapons?

Moreover, the gap in cultivation and the difference in the attack power of spells ......

It's almost a huge disparity.

The two firewood knives were slightly stagnant, one straight through the ground seal, and the other straight into Cai Xian.

Cai Xian waved his hand to cast a spell, and the spell shrouded his body as a defense.

The long road twists and turns, 500 meters.

Suddenly, the dense snow curtain was swept away.

The pitch-black night seemed to be dispelled by the violent spell attack fluctuations formed by the convergence of heaven and earth aura, and the night was shallow and hazy like the light of the morning on this tortuous mountain road, a section of several hundred meters. Diao Ping strode forward, silently reciting the spell to cast the spell, giving birth to the dragon with one thought, grabbing the dragon with one hand, dragging the impact, impacting ...... And then throw it out!

Sorcerer's Dragon Slayer!

Cai Xian's expression was hideous, he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood, sacrificed and burned his cultivation, and fought to the death!

The two real people looked at this scene, sighed lightly, waved the dust and cast a spell, the snow curtain flying on the cliff became more and more dense, and there was a faint pale yellow light, reflecting the falling snowflakes, beautiful, and the pale yellow light became brighter and stronger.

Finally, the snow curtain and the night can no longer be stopped, and in the huge airspace of the cliff, countless tangible but non-substantial famous yellow gossip patterns and yin and yang fish Taiji diagrams appear, and the individuals are slowly rotating, but the whole is rotating according to the precise law, unpredictable!

The array has been completed.

Vast and endless.

Below the bright yellow magic array, deep in the cliff, a black mist gradually appeared.

To be exact, it is not a black mist, but the appearance of a black void that is difficult to describe in words, not big, it may be the size of a needle, but it will make people feel as if there is a universe - the Buddhist saying "one sand and one world, one leaf and one bodhi", just like this black void.

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Hawaii.

At the International Congress of the Magic Circles that was being held, masters from all over the world were either talking softly or speaking to explain their ideas.

Suddenly, Luo Tonghua and Zhixuan Zhenren, who were sitting on the rostrum, took out their mobile phones to answer almost one after the other.

Luo Tonghua's expression instantly became solemn.

Offstage, Su Chunfeng squinted his eyes and looked cold.

In the venue, it was quiet, and everyone looked at the rostrum.

Zhi Xuanzhen, who put down the phone, coughed lightly twice, and said lightly: "I received a sudden news just now, in the Kunlun Mountains in northwest China, the demon gate suddenly opened, and the reason is unknown...... Fortunately, recently, many masters of my mountain gate and Buddhism Tantra are observing and calculating the specific location of the opening of the demon gate in the Kunlun Mountain area, according to the current degree of the sudden opening of the demon gate, it should be able to suppress it, but it cannot be sealed, because the opening of the demon gate is very small, as if the demon is trying. ”

There was an uproar in the audience.

Demon Gate, is this about to open?

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Reckless in the Kunlun Mountains.

The huge black dragon roared and rushed over, but when it launched a wave of attacks against Cai Xian, it suddenly seemed to be attracted by the magic array in the cliff, twisted its body and pounced on the magic array under the cliff, and then escaped into the small, endless black void at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Eerie, and mysterious.

Diao Ping rushed to the turn and saw the mysterious scene in the cliff.

Cai Xian kept vomiting blood, and he had unconsciously withdrawn more than twenty meters away.

The two dervishes who had left earlier suddenly appeared beside Cai Xian, and one of them stretched out a hand, grabbed Cai Xian's arm, and quickly fled away.

A dragon slayer, quietly disappeared.

Diao Ping knew that he had severely injured Cai Xian, but this dragon slayer should not have disappeared, and should have killed Cai Xian on the spot.

Under the cliff, what is the bright yellow magic array, the black of nothingness?

Diao Ping stood on the edge of the cliff, attracted to his gaze.

Then he was horrified to find that his gaze, when he looked at the void beneath the array, seemed to be swallowed up, and he could not take back the mind that had been transmitted to him, so that he knew that it was black, but his mind knew that it was black......

This is an extremely contradictory and strange phenomenon that cannot be described.

At the moment when he noticed that something was wrong, as if the whole person's heart was attracted, Diao Ping wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape from it.

He stood on the edge of the cliff in a daze, looking down.

In an instant, his mind crossed time and space, returning to his childhood.

Scenes of the past appear in front of me and in my heart.

There is laughter, there is family affection, and then there is happiness.

There's pain, there's despair, and then there's hatred.

Because the fierce fighting ended suddenly, Wang Qimin, who noticed the abnormality, accelerated his pace and finally arrived at the turn of the winding mountain road.

He saw Diao Ping, who was reflected by the bright yellow light below the cliff, that clear figure.

"Pingwa......" Wang Qimin called softly.

"Pingwa!" Wang Qimin roared loudly: "The void is like you, and you are not there!" ”

Diao Ping's figure trembled.

Suddenly!

In the middle of the huge bright yellow magic array below the cliff, a small opening was opened, or a small piece was swallowed up by the endless darkness below, so in the rapid process of devouring, it spit out some black tangible things in the opposite direction, drilled through the small hole, and suddenly soared to the top of the magic array.

Diao Ping was completely subconsciously casting spells and launched an attack on those things.

Wang Qimin did not hesitate to cast the spell - half of the book of heaven unfolded.

At the pass of the calm valley, a sudden wind swept and the blizzard fell like a torrential rain.

"The Demon Gate is open!"

Wang Qimin and Diao Ping both know in their hearts, and they both know that they may face this day.

But as long as Diao Ping does not enter the devil, even if the mountain gate and the Buddhist sect tantra blame Diao Ping, what can it do?

In the midst of the cliff, the huge magic array quickly closed and blocked the small gap.

And in mid-air, in the night of the wind and snow.

Several hideous and huge black demons roared and roared in the air, and then swooped down towards Wang Qimin and Diao Ping, who were the first to attack.

The fierce magic power swept through several demons in an instant, locking them firmly.

They struggled to get in.

At this moment, Diao Ping and Wang Qimin finally saw the images of these demons clearly, but they couldn't give a specific description in their hearts - a total of seven strange demons, different sizes, different images, different colors, the big ones are like a three-story villa, the small ones are like ordinary pigs and dogs, some have legs, feet and heads like human shapes, some are like fierce birds, like beasts of prey, some are covered with armor, some are bare and hairless, some are like substance, and some are illusory and transparent.

Roaring and struggling, but silent.

Wang Qimin and Diao Ping could sense that the power of these demons was equivalent to the mid-stage realm of qi refining among warlocks, and the weakest was still in the pure body realm.

In the face of such seven demons, Wang Qimin and Diao Ping's master and apprentice had no fear.

The half-step Heavenly Book came out of the magic array, locked the three demons, and quickly restrained them and killed them. The two firewood knives are like divine weapons, specializing in killing demons, and killing four demons in an instant!

But the master and apprentice stood on the edge of the cliff and did not dare to relax their carelessness.

In a short fierce battle, although they won easily, they could clearly perceive that these seven demons were powerless, but they had a natural magic weapon defense, and the attack power of the seven demons was extremely strong. This is only seven, if it is seventy, seven hundred......

"Pingwa, what's wrong with you just now?" Wang Qimin asked softly, but his gaze was involuntarily attracted by the void black that was obviously about to disappear under the huge magic array.

Diao Ping was stunned, and the scenes of the past that had surfaced in his mind before suddenly emerged collectively.

He looked up to the sky and roared!

His eyes were as red as blood!

Immediately, Diao Ping turned around and looked west—the snow was heavy at night, and the bright yellow light emitted by the huge magic array under the cliff did not affect the space outside the cliff in a strange way—Diao Ping thought of the two ascetics and took Cai Xian away.

Saved?!

On the other side of the cliff, the two real people swept the dust, and the magic array in the cliff slowly faded, and the black nothingness and the magic array disappeared at the same time.

Strong winds and flying snow raged among the empty cliffs.

Wang Qimin retracted his gaze, looked at Diao Ping who was extremely manic in shock, and hurriedly stretched out a hand to pinch Diao Ping's wrist, and used the power of the original yuan to suppress his surging qi and the original yuan, and at the same time shouted: "Pingwa, the void is like you, and the great freedom is not there......"

Diao Ping shook off Wang Qimin violently, and rushed into the dark night like an agile cheetah.

At this moment, Diao Ping only had one thought left in his heart - he couldn't let the two ascetics save Cai Xian......

More than ten years of blood feud!

Three years is a long time to find revenge!

The happiness of childhood, the experience of childhood, the suffering, sorrow and hatred of childhood, when the great revenge is about to be avenged today, the enemy was rescued in front of his eyes, and he had no breath, and he couldn't feel it at all - Cai Xian, where did he go? Buddhism Tantra, why save people!!

is angry, and Diao Ping is like a demon.

Who can stop him?!

"Pingwa!" Wang Qimin yelled and hurriedly chased after him, but how could he catch up with Diao Ping?

Between the cliffs on the other side of the cliff.

The two real people glanced at each other, and they both frowned and thought - could it be that Diao Ping really doesn't have a tricky heart? Not in the fate of the inheritors of sorcery in these thousands of years of history?

In this way......

Isn't it the mountain gate that accidentally hurts people?

That's it.

He is the inheritor of trickery after all.

In the secret records of the mountain gate, when the trickery reappears in the rivers and lakes, the killer has his own fate, and the demon in his heart is easy to appear and becomes a demon, and the demon becomes a demon - the fate of the inheritor of the trickery, the deliberate indulgence of the mountain gate, sweeps the filth and dirt of the rivers and lakes and then falls!

But Diao Ping, it doesn't seem to be a demon......

The masters of Buddhism Tantra also seemed to be aware of this, so they sent the two dervishes who left to return again and take Cai Xian away, in order to intensify Diao Ping's demons - the great enemy will be avenged, but there is a change, and the enemy escapes. Diao Ping, who was already triggered by the magic array of the demon gate and the sealing demon gate, how could he not enter the demon?

Into the devil, into the devil.

The difference between one word and the world of difference.

A few kilometers away.

In a hidden place in the mountains, two dervishes folded their hands and whispered scriptures.

Cai Xian's body shriveled on the cold ground, leaning against the stone wall. His face was full of bitterness, but there was the joy and excitement of escaping - although he had sacrificed his body to become a wasted person, but in the end...... It can be regarded as escaping this catastrophe, being rescued by a Buddhist tantric monk, and living for a few more years is better than being killed by Diao Ping. What's more, he escaped like this, Diao Ping must be crazy, right?

Thinking of this, Cai Xian became more and more happy, if he hadn't been hit hard, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

The night was dark.

All around was the roar of flying snow and wind.

Otherwise, it can be regarded as a silence, right?

A black shadow suddenly flashed, and the two dervishes who were silently reciting the scriptures suddenly looked at the place where the black shadow flashed, and there was nothing.

Present.

Burst of blood.

The first thing that came to light was the knife.

The collapse of the blood light was the light of the blood brought up by the blade cutting through the throats of the two ascetics under the cold light of the blade.

Tu Xi, who was dressed in black, didn't look at the two ascetics who had not fallen to the ground, grabbed Cai Xian's collar with one hand, and dragged him out of the hidden place of the roadless stone wall, jumping and slowing down. Finally, I stood on the road covered with a foot of snow.

Cai Xian was in unbearable pain, but he was unable to scream in pain, he just kept moaning.

Tu Xi, dressed in black, dragged him and walked forward in the snow.

And in the hidden place in the mountains, the two dervishes whose throats were cut did not fall to the ground, nor did they fight back, but only raised their hands and bowed their heads, and their qi was completely gone.

Diao Ping, who was almost enchanted, rushed over, breaking through the layers of snow and the night, and then suddenly stopped.

Heaven and man are at war in their hearts!

More than ten meters away, the snow is flying.

Tu Xi dragged Cai Xian, who was not about to die, and threw him in the thick snow, and stopped: "Diao Ping, Su Chunfeng has great expectations for you, and he has worked hard to prevent you from becoming a demon, so Cai Xian can't run...... Don't thank me, when you get back in shape, just fight with me. ”

After saying that, Tu Xizhu flipped the sharp dagger in one hand and walked away in the snow.

Diao Ping lost his mind for a while, stunned, his reason gradually gained the upper hand in the nearly three years of tempering, and after Tu Xi's captivity passed by him, he walked in front of Cai Xian.

"You're going to die." Diao said blandly.

Cai Xian didn't say a word, lying on the ground and looking at Diao Ping distractedly.

"You know where you are now, and you deserve it, so you don't have too much pain and regret." Diao Ping sighed and said, "And I don't have the pleasure of getting revenge, so even if I see you die in pain in front of me, I won't be too happy, but you have a little joy because of this, which is too unfair." ”

Cai Xian grinned: "You are very smart, very talented, and you practice trickery, but I have tortured you for so many years......"

"Yes, so my revenge is not over yet."

"You ......" Cai Xian's eyes widened suddenly: in an instant, as if returning to the light, he had strength all over his body, he struggled to get up, knelt in the snow and kowtowed, while begging: "The rules of the rivers and lakes will not cause trouble to his wife and children, Diao Ping, I beg you, don't kill them, I beg you, you can torture me as much as you want now, I beg you, let them go......"

"This, it depends on your performance, whether you can impress my heart that is about to enter the demon." Diao Ping smiled, blood spilled from the corners of his lips, and turned to leave.

Cai Xian stared blankly at Diao Ping's back, and then kowtowed.

Prostration.

Although he did not know if this would achieve his goal, he still had to prostrate and prostrate again...... until he is unable to fall to the ground and his qi is cut off.

Die, not blind.

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International Congress of Sorcery in Hawaii.

Su Chunfeng gently knocked on the table with his middle finger, three times in a row, and through the microphone in front of him, the sound of knocking on the table resounded throughout the audience, so the venue where the discussion was full of silence fell silent.

Su Chunfeng said lightly: "There is one thing, I have to say hello to everyone here first, on the rivers and lakes of Huaxia Qimen, the warlock of the Pingyang Department, I, Su Chunfeng, Gong Hu, the Iron Hexagram Immortal, Master Shi Linhuan, and Wang Qimin Diao Ping's master and apprentice, after consultation, officially established the Pingyang Sect ......."

There was a total uproar.

On the rostrum, Zhi Xuan Zhenren was stunned.

Su Chunfeng knocked on the table again.

The venue was quiet.

"That's a coincidence." Su Chunfeng looked at Zhixuan Zhenren on the rostrum, and said with a smile: "I, the elder of the Pingyang Sect, Wang Qimin, and the disciple Diao Ping, are looking for the enemy in the Kunlun Mountains in the northwest at this time, Cai Xian, the master of the Fudimen Gate, in view of the previous conflicts and contradictions with the mountain gate and the Buddhist Gate Tantra, I think it is necessary to say to the Zhixuan Zhenren and the senior monks of the Buddhist Gate Tantra here, there are signs of the opening of the Demon Gate in Kunlun Mountain, and everyone should deal with it together, which is okay, but if the Buddhism Tantra or the people in the Mountain Gate use the excuse to make a move against Wang Qimin and Diao Ping, then, the Pingyang Sect is up and down, It will definitely launch a counterattack as fast as possible! ”

"The magic door is open, what if it has something to do with Diao Ping?" Zhi Xuan Zhenren said coldly: "What if, Diao Ping falls into the devil? ”

Su Chunfeng said indifferently: "If it is handled internally by the Pingyang Sect, it will naturally give an explanation to the world, if the people of my Pingyang Sect let the Mountain Gate or the Buddhist Gate Tantric Sect help clean up the portal, how will the Pingyang Sect, which has just been established, raise its head on the rivers and lakes in the future?" ”

"You ......"

"Okay, I'll just say this, let's discuss how to deal with the opening of the demon gate, this is a top priority." Su Chunfeng stopped the topic.

Luo Tonghua, who was also sitting on the rostrum, smiled and said to the audience: "In response to the opening of the Demon Gate, Huaxia Qimen Jianghu and Mountain Gate, and Buddhism Tantra, many masters should be arranged to go to other places where the Demon Gate is opened, after all, there are many of us, and there are many masters." ”

Zhi Xuan Zhenren frowned and closed his eyes.

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In the Kunlun Mountains of China.

The two immortal wind bones were not disturbed by the wind and snow, and stood quietly among the cliffs-just let Diao Ping, Wang Qimin, and the heirs of the Killing Sect leave Kunlun?

How can this be?

After planning and arranging for so long, the masters of the mountain gate almost poured out, and even a few of their old guys who had been practicing in retreat for decades came out.

But to get such a result, no one is reconciled!

Maybe now, killing Wang Qimin, Diao Ping, and the descendants of the Killing Sect in this vast Kunlun is the best choice, right?

Even if the two of them are so tainted with the world that there is no hope of returning to the truth.

Also, it's worth it!

But as soon as such a thought appeared in his mind, a delicate little Taoist priest came out from behind the boulder next to him, and said respectfully: "Master, Master just sent a message, Su Chunfeng openly informed the world at the International Conference of the Magic Circles that the Pingyang Warlock had established the Pingyang Sect, Wang Qimin was the elder of the Pingyang Sect, and Diao Ping was the disciple of the Pingyang Sect. ”

The two old people glanced at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

That's it.

It's a big deal to open the magic door, and let go of this matter and see.