On a windless night, thousands of souls are trailing behind. When black bamboo rises, ink phoenix comes.

After the Mohist family disappeared, these twelve words began to spread among the major institutions and families in the world.

"What is the meaning hidden here?" The young man walked behind and looked up at the old man sitting in the wheelchair in front of him.

The old man said calmly: "The whereabouts of a place."

"Where?"

"We're here." The old man stopped the wheelchair.

The young man also subconsciously raised his head and looked at the ink-colored city standing in front of him.

Late at night, Luoyang, Qingyang Hall.

Emperor Cheng Xuan was reading the military reports spread out on the table by the dim candlelight.

The good news that came one after another did not soothe his eyebrows in the slightest.

Because, a person has disappeared.

Don't ask eastward.

As an important official of the imperial court, he left Luoyang City some time ago. Even the nine families of Tianji Pavilion failed to find out his whereabouts. However, the Taoist family among the nine families kept silent about it.

There must be an unknown story behind it.

If he is in the Ming Dynasty, then no one in the world can escape the fate of the chess piece.

But such a person chose to leave the chessboard and walk in the shadows.

Could it be that they are planning a big game in some unknown corner?

"It's been too long." Emperor Cheng Xuan raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

It's really hard to feel at ease.

Suddenly, a scream came from the deep palace, making Emperor Cheng Xuan's tiredness disappear like clouds.

At the same time, a woman in black clothes was sitting on the bedside of the dormitory, breathing heavily. Big beads of sweat dripped from her forehead to the ground, and the ticking sound echoed in the quiet palace.

"What's wrong?" Emperor Cheng Xuan walked into the door.

"Someone broke into Mo City." Mo Ying said in a deep voice.

"Mo City." In front of the ink-colored city, the young man slowly read out the two words above.

The old man nodded, "Your sword comes from here."

"Mo sword?" The young man tilted his head slightly and looked at the dark sword hilt exposed from his shoulder.

The old man did not answer the call again.

Because the surrounding scenery suddenly turned dark, the dense bamboo shadows, and even the Mo City in front seemed to have fallen into endless darkness, filled with deathly silence.

Even the sound of the wind is gone.

Only the hub is turning. The sound seems far away, indistinct and indistinct.

It seems to be close to my ears, like a shadow following my body, like a maggot attached to a bone.

The young man vaguely heard someone laughing and someone crying. He didn't know what was attracting him in the endless darkness, and he was walking towards the darkness uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a hand pressed on his shoulder.

The young man was startled. He pressed the hilt of the sword and turned his head quickly, only to find that the hand pressing on his shoulder was a machine hand.

The golden "Tang" character on the back of the machine's hand tore through the darkness and emitted a faint light.

"Concentrate." The old man's voice came from behind him.

The young man was in shock, "Old man, where is this?"

"Under your feet and around you are overwhelming mechanisms, which are different from the mechanism techniques of other aristocratic families. The mechanisms here are like thousands of souls floating in the air on this windless night. You must pay attention." The old man.

Youyou said.

The young man looked around and said, "But I can't see anything."

The old man sneered, "This is the darkest place in the world. There are black bamboos all over the ground and ink mist filling the sky. Of course you can't see everything clearly, and not even a little bit of light can shine through. Haven't you guessed what kind of place this is?"

"Mo Cheng. Could it be that Mo?" The young man was surprised.

"Exactly, Mo from the Mo family." The old man raised his hand, and the golden Tang character suddenly turned into a golden water line and struck into the darkness.

The moment the darkness was shaken away, the sound of wind rushed in, roaring like a ghost.

The young man originally thought that the wind was invisible, which was also a common understanding among the world.

Or, people may feel the presence of wind through the running windmill, or the wild flowers and dead grass rising from the ground, or the sound of wind reaching their ears.

But the wind here is, as the old man said, inky black.

The wind visible to the naked eye, the ink color visible to the naked eye.

In the ink wind, there are swaying bamboo shadows, all of which are pitch black. Even though they have escaped from the darkness, the scene in front of them makes people breathless just by looking at it.

"Borrow the sword and use it." The old man extended his hand to him.

The young man trembled as he took the sword from his back and handed it into the old man's hand.

"Mo Jian." A voice came from the strong black wind.

"It's been a long time." The old man murmured, then took out a jade bottle and poured all the water in the bottle onto the sword. The long sword, which was completely black and almost merged with the black bamboo, was suddenly dyed with a stain.

Crystal clear water.

The young man was startled, "What is this poison?"

"It's what your senior sister Tang Yuxuan left behind during the rainy night." The old man held the hilt of the sword and slashed forward with the sword.

The endless black bamboo and the strong ink wind were all corroded with this sword.

And in the dispersing ink wind, a figure gradually appeared.

It was a man wearing a jet-black bamboo hat, and his whole body was dressed in black. He was floating in the air on a jet-black phoenix, and his mysterious aura was hard to look at directly.

The old man called out: "Mo Huang."

"It's really hard for you to find this place again." Mo Huang lowered his head and looked at him, "The previous Tang Sect's Mr. Tang."

Mr. Tang was noncommittal, "Long time no see."

"You should have died." Mo Huang's tone was sharp.

"I do deserve to die. So, I have died once." Mr. Tang said it was reasonable.

"Now it seems that you were just using that death to find out the weakest point of our Mo City. Although I am very reluctant to admit it, you still found it after all." Mo Huang looked behind him, "Otherwise you

I will never come again and bring a young boy with me."

Mr. Tang said calmly: "I heard that in the 22nd year, Xunxunke visited your Mo City and took something away. I came here just to ask what that thing was."

Mo Huang's pupils narrowed slightly, "The Mo family has completed its mission, why does Mr. Tang need to come here to look for trouble?"

Mr. Tang pressed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, "Because we are bound to win."

"The Mo sword was forged by my Mo family. I am lucky enough to have a good story spread in the world, but it was used by Mr. Tang to weigh the pros and cons. Could it be that he wanted to betray the sword-making alliance?" Mo Huang shouted.

"I am not the only one who has betrayed this oath in the world." Mr. Tang flicked his hands, and the wheelchair suddenly made a dull handover sound!

"You want to?"
Chapter completed!