In the Gu Saint's grass hut, with the disappearance of a cloud of phantoms, the Shadow Saint had already left.

The conversation between the Shadow Saint and the Gu Saint seemed to be only a moment in Anur's eyes.

"Wu Shang, why..."

Anur felt very strange, this feeling had never been experienced, at that moment, Anur did hear the conversation between the Gu Saint and the Shadow Saint, but when the Shadow Saint disappeared, there was a sudden burst in his mind, and his body had recovered from childhood, but the extremely realistic touch was reminding him that all the processes were actually just a breath.

There was a trace of uneasiness in Gu Sheng's eyes, and the mood of the whole person was extremely low, and the words of the Shadow Saint when he finally left obviously touched the depths of his heart.

"That's the Shadow Saint's ability."

Gu Sheng heard Anur's doubts, and in the darkness he tried his best to hide the emotions that Fang Cai revealed, and explained Anur Fang Cai's feelings concisely.

"You are in his world, you can hear and see slowly, but your body has not reached the realm of the Sage, it will be difficult to move, you can understand that everything in the Shadow Saint has become very fast."

Anur nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Wu Shang, what I heard failed, and why do you say I hope you are still alive, what do you mean?"

As the leader of the Ten Warriors, from the moment he inherited the Ten Warriors, the spiritual leader of the Nanban clan, Gu Sheng, had become the target of him and the other nine people who swore to protect him, and the dialogue between the Gu Saint and the Shadow Saint was obviously related to the safety of the Gu Saint, so Anur had to ask clearly.

Gu Sheng looked at Anur's expression of concern, but he only smiled slightly, he had already seen through the impending disaster, which was related to his life and death.

"Do you remember the Battle of the Sages?"

Gu Sheng put away a strand of Feng Yewu's long hair, and asked Anur in a slightly tired voice.

"Yes."

When Anur heard Gu Sheng talk about holy war, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of complicated emotions, some unwillingness, some anger, and even a trace of sadness.

"Since that time, the witch has been seriously injured, and we, the ancient races, have gradually retreated to all corners of this continent."

"Ancient races?"

After hearing this, Gu Sheng couldn't help but shake his head slightly, smiling and muttering, full of self-deprecation.

"Whether it is Tidi, Dongyi, or our Nanban, they are not an ancient race, in the face of the truth of this world, we are just the replacement of this world, just like the change of the four seasons."

This continent, from the earliest frozen age, the emergence of the Tidi tribe, to the arrival of the underground world, the rise of the Dongyi tribe, and finally the forest era of the Southern Barbarians.

The ancient myths of the Nanban are described in detail.

"I'm afraid I don't have much time, the sacrifice of the Tidi tribe is dead, the sage of Dongyi has also changed to a descendant, that girl of Gu Naluo, her heart is still a little immature, what will happen in the future, I am afraid that only you can lead our Nanban clan to meet the dawn."

"Wu Shang, what the hell is going on!"

Anur was shocked when he heard Gu Sheng's tone as if he was explaining what was going on, so he asked eagerly.

"What's going on? We have never announced this to the world, but now it seems that there is no meaning of right or wrong. ”

The Gu Saint sighed softly, and then spoke slowly.

After the human beings in the Central Plains established their own countries, the powerhouses on this continent also ushered in the most prosperous period.

In addition to the three ancient races of Tidi, Dongyi, and Nanban, each race has only one sage of inheritance, but the powerhouses of the human sage level in the Central Plains are like bamboo shoots after the rain, appearing frequently.

At most, there were even more than thirty saints.

"At that time, the Central Plains was in chaos, and the current Ye Dynasty was just a small country."

Anur also saw this part of the past from the historical records of the Nanban, and Anur once had doubts about it.

Why did the ancient three races never have a second Sage, but after the appearance of the human race, there were so many Sages.

And later, the rise of the Ye Dynasty also began at the peak of that time, the battle of the sage can be said to be the most huge battle spirit consumed in this continent, the strength of Murong Hai of the Ye Dynasty is strong, why restrain this invincible powerhouse, the sages of the entire continent almost united to fight against the sea saint of the Ye Dynasty.

Gu Sheng nodded, but after he spoke, he told Anur another fact.

"The holy war back then was not like that."

In the face of the gradually growing Terrans, the ancient three clans began to have a sense of fear in their hearts, after all, although the Terrans have many countries, it is a matter of time before they merge in their eyes.

The three ancient races have all gone through tens of thousands of years of history, and naturally understand that the human race has gone through the same process as when they first appeared, but the only difference is the number of saints.

The lifespan of the human race is not as long as that of the ancient three races, even if he becomes a sage, it is far less than a thousand years, and the sage of the Tidi clan, the old priest, has lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

Heaven is fair, although the saints of the human race do not live long, their combat power is far from being matched by the saints in these ancient three races.

So, after a group of Terran Sages perished each other, the three clans secretly seized the opportunity and conspired to unite the rest of the Terran powerhouses to fight against the strongest Sage in the Central Plains, the Sea Sage.

And the story of the holy war has changed here.

After all the saints on this continent gathered, another nightmare came.

At that time, more than a dozen sages seemed to feel an unprecedented sense of crisis in an instant, and that feeling came from the West, in that mysterious sea.

"So, the jihad of the year was fake?"

Anur looked at Gu Saint in astonishment, his eyes full of unimaginability.

"It's not fake, but it's not necessarily true."

Gu Sheng's answer was a little vague, as if he had some scruples.

When more than a dozen saints descended into the sky above Ye Chao, which was still a small country, like a god-like existence, the scene was unprecedentedly shocking, and Murong Hai was also ready to face the battle, but after everyone felt that mysterious sense of crisis, they decided to investigate first.

"So the jihad didn't happen back then."

Anur was a little shocked, but he also followed Gu Sheng's narration and began to wonder what the mysterious sense of crisis was back then.

"More than a dozen saints, such a powerful existence at that time, but in the face of that kind of fear, they suffered heavy casualties, and in the end, only the four of us survived."

Gu Sheng's face had a painful look on his face, as if that experience had made him unable to forget it until now.