The egret's reaction was extremely violent, and he immediately went limp and lay on the ground.

Luoyu's reaction was not slow, and he suddenly pulled Yuan Yu into his arms, turned around and shrunk into a ball!

A layer of blood light erupted from the Xuan's robe, but the side with his back to the old man immediately became a candle in the wind, leaving only a thin layer that could barely be seen.

The old man's mood swings lasted less than three breaths, and Luo Yu could already hear the wail of the sea of blood in the magic robe, and the overwhelming creaking of his own bones.

Yuan Yu was swept around, his nose hit a black jade button on Luoyu's chest, and an unbearable soreness rushed to his mind along his nose, and the little face that was suffocated and red suddenly twitched, and tears gushed out uncontrollably.

She couldn't think of what had happened, only that Luo Yu was shaking more than she did, and it wasn't until the arm holding her suddenly let go that she fell to the ground.

Finally regained his mobility, Yuan Yu covered his sore nose with one hand, rubbed his neck that was about to be strangled, and quietly probed out.

The emotions were released heartily, and the old man only felt that he had not gasped so happily for many years!

But then, a voice with a crying voice and a nasal voice came, which suddenly pulled him back to reality, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you today......

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then shouted to the egret who was trembling and rising: "Didn't you tell you to look at the Yuanyu? Why did you lie down by yourself? And trouble the guests! What if this is ......?"

As soon as he thought that he might have hurt Yuan Yu in a momentary excitement, the old man couldn't help but shudder, and his self-blame became even stronger. The egret fell back to the ground again under this drink.

Luoyu relieved himself at this time, and said strangely: "Senior, you are ......"

"Ahem," the old man explained, slightly embarrassed, "I'm old, I haven't heard such good news for a long time, and I can't hold back for a while...... Hey, the Yao clan betrayed first, and I always thought that the Yao clan had also been wiped out, thinking that we were no longer even the last ally, and we were completely isolated. Now that I hear that there are descendants of the Yu tribe who are active outside, I am comforted by my heart!"

As the old man spoke, he was about to shed tears of excitement again.

"Do you know? This must be the providence of the underworld! This is all from the blessing of the ancestors!"

The old man's tone changed from excitement to solemnity, from gratitude to piety, and as he listened, his sore tears turned into tears of joy.

Then, the old man took out two large pieces of broken tiles from the cloth bag around his waist, held them in the palm of his hand very preciously, and said, "After we fled here, I also went to explore the hometown of the Yan tribe. There was clearly a big war and looting there, and there was little of value left. And it was because I picked this up that I concluded that the Yan tribe had perished.

"You can't imagine it," the old man's voice was a little erratic...... It's a fragment of the Aragami statue. ”

"What?" Luo Yu was taken aback, "you mean...... The Aragami Statue is broken?"

"Yes. The old man affirmed, "I used to think that the Aragami statue was destroyed by those traitors, but now that I think about it, it shouldn't be so badly damaged. Judging by the shape, these two pieces are roughly from the tail of the Aragami statue, and if you say that the phantom summoned by your friend only has the upper body, I am more sure.

"My friend...... Not only did some of them survive, but they also took away the broken Aragami statue!

The old man tried again to calm down his excitement, and said, "The old man still has a reluctant request......

"If I see the people of the tribe again, I will tell them the whereabouts of the fragments. This request was not difficult to guess, and Luo Yu rushed to say it.

"Exactly, that's the trouble for the little friend. The old man was very pleased, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal more closeness when he looked at Luoyu.

At this moment, the scroll on the ground suddenly floated, and with a slight shake, it just showed a new painting in front of the three of them, obviously the old man took the initiative.

The sea is dotted with islands. On the nearest large island, many people dressed in leaves and decorated with flowers and plants are dancing around a huge rock...... More precisely, they were doing a weird dance that Luoyu couldn't understand.

There is really nothing special about the big boulders, but the surface is very smooth, and the top is relatively flat. Stacked neatly on the stones, offerings of all kinds, from fruit and branches to livestock and handicrafts, look like the daily life of a primitive tribe.

Compared to the previous battlefields, the content of this painting was simply too homely, and Luo Yu couldn't help but wonder how civilized this tribe was. The only result of the people screaming and jumping is a light mist on the surrounding sea, blurring the other islands in the background.

Luoyu's confusion was not unexpected, and the old man smiled: "This is the Cang clan of the East China Sea, you have also seen it, they are not like a warrior's material." But it is not just the warriors who win the holy war.

"The people of the Cang tribe are close to nature, intelligent and kind, and are natural natural communicators and excellent healers. The altar in the painting is the prayer platform, and although they live in the depths of the East China Sea, the rain that comes from their prayers can cover the entire spiritual land.

"Heaven and earth are intertwined, clouds and rain are shining, and the land will be full of vitality. Gu Yu had fought the Holy War for more than 100 years, and they prayed for rain for more than 100 years. In those hundred years, the wind and rain in various parts of the Linglu were smooth, and the output of elixir reached ten times and a hundred times that of usual, and powerful creatures were born, providing a steady stream of fresh blood for the holy war. ”

"More than a hundred years?" Luo Yu's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "How do I remember that a hundred years ago, from the first discovery of the traces of the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon to the battle of the Heavenly Void, it was less than three years in total?"

Compared to the Guyu Holy War, the war of a hundred years ago was too short, incredibly short, and unsettlingly short.

The old man seemed to feel the same way, and said worriedly: "I'm afraid, that's not the end, but just the beginning." ”

The heavy atmosphere created a moment of silence.

Luo Yu was almost certain that the old man's guess was the truth, so he couldn't leave anything to chance, and could only try to seize every opportunity that could strengthen him.

He didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if Linglu could receive the blessings of the Prayer Rain Platform and the Cang Clan in the hundred years after the Battle of Tianqi, but he had to consider what he could do before the enemy from outside the territory made a comeback.

Therefore, he quickly put aside his distracting thoughts and asked again: "What happened later? Where did the prayer rain platform go? What about the people of the Cang tribe?"

The old man's tone was sad: "The Cang clan basically did not directly participate in the war, and could have survived. Unfortunately, in the last few major battles, a battlefield happened to fall in the depths of the East China Sea, and the islands inhabited by the Cang people were all destroyed overnight and sank into the deep sea forever. Since then, the Cang tribe has been destroyed, and the prayer platform has also been buried at the bottom of the sea. ”