Chapter 546 World Enemies
At the same time, Wang Yao and his group met Daji.

The inner circle of the desert, the deepest central area.

The long night was slowly dispelled by the light, and as the hazy morning light began to illuminate the world, this secret place that had been hidden for a long time was finally seen by people.

Everywhere you look is barren and dilapidated land, with only an ancient and eerie towering altar standing in the center. The mottled rust and the lines on the stone steps that show the traces of time all show that it has an extremely long history.

This place is called Moon God Platform!

And just below this towering platform, at the front end of a long staircase that sloped down at a 45-degree angle, there was a dark green mecha with broken arms kneeling with its head bowed.

The whole body of the armor is covered with precise and hard armor. Every line and joint is just right, showing its exquisiteness and uniqueness. At the same time, the heavy texture also gives people a kind of oppressive force of the magic mechanism.
On its drooping horn hood, the pupils that represent the force of life have long been dim. The numerous scratches and dust on its body reveal to others the terrible fact that this extremely powerful being in his lifetime is now "dead"!
With a snap and a slight sound, a pair of leather combat boots came in front of the mecha who was kneeling with his head down.

This is a tall blond man, wearing a bright red exotic costume. Under the cowboy hat decorated with windshield glasses is a handsome and unruly young face.

Marco Polo, the traveling gun!

But he leaned over frivolously, approached the mecha, which was already "dead" but still had a terrible sense of oppression, and blew gently, which immediately raised a cloud of dust on its dead steel mask.

"This is truly a shocking scene. One of the three great masters of the Jixia Academy, Peace Keeper Mozi, actually died in this place. How pitiful and lamentable."

Marco Polo sighed, of course, his ostentatious expression seemed to be more of complacency and disdain.

"Please don't underestimate him. He is also an opponent worthy of respect."

Along with a cold and indifferent voice, surrounded by brilliant light, the beautiful figure of Haiyue, the Heart of Eternal Night, who looked like a banished angel from the mortal world, floated slowly from mid-air.

At the same time, in the misty environment further behind, three mysterious and strange figures followed one after another!

One of the figures continued Haiyue's words and said, "In order to kill him, we have carefully planned for a long time and spent a huge price. If it weren't for the help of Lord Dijun's remaining soul at the last moment, I'm afraid it would be hard to say who would win."

Marco Polo looked towards the person who spoke, and it was also a young man in a hooded robe; his name was Wei Ye, and as far as Marco Polo knew, he was the personal bodyguard and bootlicker of the Heart of Eternal Night.

Oh, please don't get me wrong, this word "licking dog" is not a derogatory term.

At least when looking at Haiyue's perfect and exquisite face and her attractively proportioned figure, Marco Polo could understand Wei Ye's desire to eat the flesh of a swan.

Shrugging his shoulders, as if he didn't care about the details of how the Peace Watch was killed, Marco Polo turned his gaze back to the towering Moon Goddess Platform in front of him.

On the altar, there were five giant stone pillars corresponding to certain celestial directions. The most important thing was that with the faint light in the sky, one could see that there were five young men and women tied to each of the five stone pillars!

They all had their heads lowered and their faces were different, but they were all wearing the same Yunmo-specific clothing. Just from their appearance, one could tell that they were of noble status. But at this moment, they were all tied to stone pillars in a cross shape like lambs to be slaughtered, and were all in a coma, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"I'm still very curious, Lord Haiyue, can the legendary fallen god really be resurrected at the cost of the fire of the five of them?"

Haiyue, who was leading the way towards the platform, turned back and glanced at Marco Polo indifferently, her voice as cold as ever: "They are all hosts who have awakened one by one over the past thousand years and are branded with the gods. The power they contain is enough to completely awaken Lord Di Jun."

Marco Polo lifted his hat brim and looked up at the towering platform, saying with interest, "It's hard to imagine that the great God of the Fallen World actually needs to rely on this kind of sacrifice to be resurrected. But in ancient documents from all over the world, why do I see that the God of the Fallen World was exiled by the Supreme Creator in ancient times? There are even rumors that he was just lost in a different space."

"This is the secret that outsiders like you cannot access, Marco Polo."

As a familiar voice sounded, the gentle soul robber Ming Shiyin stood up. He chuckled in a secretive tone and said, "The one who was really exiled was not Lord Di Jun. In fact, Lord Di Jun's body only perished in that great war, but his remaining soul was preserved by Lord Haiyue using the power of the Cloud Butterfly, and..."

As he spoke, Ming Shiyin waved his hand gently, and as if summoned, a huge creature suddenly floated in from the depths of the darkness; it looked like a cat but not a cat, with purple and white colors, and its fat and round body even had a bit of anthropomorphic cuteness.

The spirit of dreaming·Mengqi!

It was like a round balloon, suspended in the air with a mysterious force that defied gravity, looking down at everyone with an innocent face, and muttering unclear and incomprehensible words in its dreams from time to time.

But Ming Shiyin continued, "A remnant of Lord Di Jun's soul exists in the pendant around its neck. As early as two thousand years ago, on the eve of the great Lord Di Jun's defeat, he had already laid the groundwork for today's resurrection."

Marco Polo looked at the naive Meng Qi thoughtfully, but his mind was not on this, because he heard a more interesting secret: "With the help of the famous Soul Robbery Diviner, and the monster-like strength of everyone present, it seems that the resurrection of the Fallen God is a foregone conclusion. But I am more interested in what you just said, that the one who was exiled was not Lord Di Jun. How should this sentence be understood?" As soon as the voice fell, before Ming Shiyin could speak, the last of the five people spoke up: "This is not something you should know."

Marco Polo immediately frowned and turned around to look beside him.

This is also a handsome young man with a clear and elegant figure. He is wearing a blue and white gown. He has an upright posture, a handsome face, flowing black hair, and clear and bright eyes, revealing an indescribable mystery and charm.

To be honest, this was only the second time Marco Polo had seen this man, so he was not familiar with him. He only knew that his name was Linghu Wen, and like the Heart of Eternal Night, he was the absolute confidant and direct descendant of the Fallen God!
It can be said that among the people present, only Haiyue and Linghu Wen had actually come into contact with the legendary Fallen God!
But at this time, Marco Polo was somewhat indignant: "In order to steal the Ark core, I risked my life to sneak into Chang'an alone. I hope you really treat me as a partner, and not like those people in Haidu who used me and then discarded me like a worn-out shoe."

"Don't misunderstand me, sir."

Linghu Wen smiled warmly: "It may be a blessing that you don't know some secrets. You just need to know that if Lord Di Jun really dies, it will only be more despairing than when he is alive."

"Shut up, everyone."

The cold voice suddenly interrupted the conversation of everyone present.

Hai Yue said solemnly: "No one in this world can defeat Lord Di Jun. Linghu Wen, if you disturb people's hearts again, I will punish you when Lord Di Jun is resurrected!"

Linghu Wen shrugged. Although they were both confidants of the Fallen God, his status was obviously inferior to Haiyue's.

So he immediately began to look at the people tied to the altar: "Are these people dead or alive now? Is there no one willing to introduce to me the origins of these five people?"

Wei Ye replied nonchalantly, "These people are called the Sand Alliance of Yunmo, and they have always been giving us trouble. Over there is the Shadow Blade·Lanling King, the Flying Boat of the Sea of ​​Sand·Goya, the Journey of Fireflies·Sang Qi, and over there is the Magic Breaking Arrow·Jia Luo, and the Son of Jade City·Hei."

"It seems that they are all very important figures in Yunmo." Linghu Wen joked: "Wei Ye, with your legendary strength, it is hard to imagine that you can capture these five people."

Wei Ye said: "In front of Lord Haiyue, they are just a mob."

Haiyue glanced at Wei Ye calmly and said, "You don't have to be so humble, Wei Ye. After all, I didn't do anything. The credit for arresting these five people should go to you. Of course, Ming Shiyin, thank you for your assistance."

Ming Shiyin nodded slightly: "It's my honor."

This made Linghu Wen a little confused. He actually wanted to mock Wei Ye for not being strong enough to capture the five heroes on the altar alive. He believed that Haiyue must have helped, but as it stands now, this does not seem to be the case?

Marco Polo, who was watching the fun, said, "No way, you are obviously a jerk. You don't even know Ming Shiyin's abilities?"

Linghu Wen frowned: "What do you mean?"

Marco Polo pursed his lips at Ming Shiyin standing beside him and reminded him, "In a sense, this Master Ming Shiyin is a truly remarkable person."

"Oh?"

"He has the ability to 'create gods'."

Linghu Wen's face slightly changed when he heard this. Marco Polo explained, "Don't be fooled by his frail appearance. His skill module is the strongest in the world today. Once you are attracted by his skills, you can break through your own limits and force the person to enter the demigod stage! Not only that, at critical moments, he can also transfer his own vitality to a designated person. It can be said that with him, you have two lives."

This is the real reason why Wei Ye was able to capture the five-member team of the Sand Alliance alive!
Even Linghu Wen was surprised to see Ming Shiyin, who was always low-key, and said sincerely: "It's my poor eyesight. It seems that our team is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Fortunately, you are our teammate."

Just at this time--

But Ming Shiyin's brows suddenly frowned slightly, and Haiyue, who was walking in front of the group, also stopped.

They both said in unison: "Those annoying bugs are following us."

"insect?"

Wei Ye, Linghu Wen, Marco Polo, and Meng Qi also turned their heads one after another.

In the distance, the earth was quiet in the early morning. In the hazy morning light, they could see seven figures of different heights slowly surrounding them in a fan shape. Their expressions were solemn, and their eyes of different colors were as sharp as knives, and their whole bodies were filled with intimidating momentum and murderous intent!