A dozen officials in golden clothes and blue faces walked among the black bamboos until they were blocked by a thick black city plaque. They all lowered their heads and looked at the two big characters engraved on it.

Mexico City.

This mysterious city has finally seen the light of day again after more than twenty years.

Even though it has been reduced to ruins, the many relics and secrets contained therein are enough to add a strong touch to the documents of Tianji Pavilion.

But the green-faced officials were unmoved. After looking at each other, they all moved in different directions.

After half a stick of incense.

"found it."

All the green-faced officials had gathered together, looking ahead. Although their faces were obscured by masks, it was not difficult to feel the sense of solemnity spreading between them.

This time they came to search for the body under the order of the original poster, but it was not as difficult as they imagined.

On the contrary, it was easy to find.

In front of him was indeed the body of Mr. Tang with his head missing.

And, the head of the Moh family was scattered into pieces of his body.

At first glance, it looks like the two of them were fighting each other, and in the end they both ended up dead.

But the strange thing is that although Mo City has collapsed, there is no debris within a three-foot radius of the body. The ground is smooth, and there are no traces of the struggle. Not even a trace of dust is left.

It is particularly conspicuous among the inky black ruins.

It was as if someone had done it deliberately and deliberately let them find it.

"Report it to the original poster quickly." The green-faced official who was headed was the first to react and turned around and shouted.

"Mo Huang, the head of the Mo family, was shattered by strong internal force and more than a thousand organs in his body. As a result, his body could not lock the soul that could not escape during his lifetime, so his soul was exterminated. Mr. Tang, on the other hand, was cut off.

Judging from the fracture, the head seems to have been caused by a long sword." The Iron-faced Officer said slowly.

"It seems that this place is more complicated than we thought. But the method of killing Mo Huang, I'm sure, is the best in the world." Xie Wensheng said solemnly: "Only Mo Wendong can do it. Since he

By doing this, I want the whole world to know his whereabouts."

The iron-faced officer flipped through the letter and nodded, "There are obvious footprints left on the west side of the Mocheng ruins."

Xie Wensheng murmured: "Ximian?"

"The cause of death is difficult to prove, the scene of the bizarre incident." In the Qingyang Palace, Emperor Jingyang finished reading the letter sent by Tianji Pavilion, then placed it on the candlelight and watched the paper burn to ashes.

Kong Wenliang on the side called: "Your Majesty."

Emperor Jingyang said: "Master, I have something unclear."

Kong Wenliang bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please speak."

Emperor Jingyang blew away the ashes from his fingertips and pondered: "How can a chess player, the greatest chess player in the world, be able to accept the fact that he is also a chess piece with peace of mind."

"Perhaps he has already been prepared to be a chess piece." Kong Wenliang replied.

Emperor Jingyang narrowed his eyes, "Oh?"

"In other words, he once walked the world with a heavy burden." Kong Wenliang suddenly said.

Emperor Jingyang asked: "What do you mean?"

"He was once a chess piece; he was also a chess piece."

Above the desert.

"I heard from the old man that you once played a big game of chess." Tang Zangtian, holding the black sword in hand, suddenly asked.

"Yes." Mo Wendong didn't hide anything. Maybe in front of someone who truly showed his sincerity, he wouldn't hide anything at all.

Tang Zhantian asked: "How can I play a good game of chess?"

"A qualified behind-the-scenes mastermind should not only exist behind the scenes, but must also always pay attention to what is happening behind the scenes." Mo Wendong said solemnly: "To play a good game of chess, you must ensure that every chess piece on the chessboard is under control.

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Tang Zangtian frowned, "Then how can we do it?"

"Being there is one way to do it." Mo Wendong said softly, "It's also the best way."

Tang Zangtian was very perceptive, "Could it be that sir was also a chess piece?"

Mo Wendong did not nod.

But there is no denying it.

"What kind of person can actually control sir?" Tang Zangtian said.

"You will know soon." Mo Wendong looked far ahead.

At this time, a jade-like pass was already looming ahead.

"arrive."

Tang Zhantian was stunned for a moment. He could clearly feel that all the indifference and alienation that Mo Wendong had felt before were dissipated in the wind and sand that filled the sky at this moment.

At this time, two figures holding swords were standing on the Gobi not far away, looking in the direction of Mo Wendong.

"He's here." The woman in a blue hood said slowly.

The man in the robe ignored Mo Wendong and looked at Tang Zangtian behind him, "It's Mo Jian."

The woman in the blue hood murmured and repeated: "The Mo sword is silent?"

"Interesting. Then find an opportunity -" the man in the robe said in a deep voice, "come and visit."

"A chess piece that enjoys it can be a threat that can destroy the entire chess game." Emperor Jingyang smiled bitterly, "He also made Gu understand through the Mocheng incident that even if he has withdrawn from the chess game, the world is still there.

He has it under his control. I guess he is so lonely that he actually regards him as a pawn."

"Your Majesty is heaven, but don't make any jokes." Kong Wenliang said hurriedly.

Emperor Jingyang sighed: "But that's the truth."

"Mo Wendong, is this a warning or a demonstration?" Kong Wenliang lowered his head and looked at the ashes on the table.

Just one word difference, the meaning is completely different.

Emperor Jingyang frowned and said, "Let someone explore the truth."

Kong Wenliang nodded, "Wei Chen will go and make arrangements now."

"No need. Someone will go for me." Emperor Jingyang raised his hand to stop him.

Kong Wenliang was stunned, "Who?"

"Of course he is the down-and-out swordsman who has been guarding the landless country all day long, and he is also a brother who has never met him before." Emperor Jingyang looked out the window.

"His Royal Highness Prince Anlan." Kong Wenliang's hand holding the feather fan trembled slightly.

"When a person is desperate, he will always make an amazing decision." Emperor Jingyang's eyes turned cold, "Let us wait and see."

"When you visit, you must be sincere." Mu Kexin looked at Ling Jianqiu in the desert.

Ling Jianqiu lowered his eyes.

"My sincerity will always be the sword in my hand."

Sword Tower.

Gongsun Shilian murmured: "What are Mo Wendong's intentions?"

"He can't see any changes happening." Ren Shaohua suddenly closed the folding fan.

"Then let us become the variable."

Gongsun Shiliu suddenly smiled, "That's an excellent answer."

Ren Shaohua was stunned, "Oh?"

Gongsun Shilian raised his head and said, "Come out and stop eavesdropping."

"I never thought that we would be a variable." Luo Feiyu walked down the steps after carrying his bags.

"I just think."

"There is no certainty in this world!"

Luo Feiyu raised his eyes and looked at everyone.
Chapter completed!