Walking on the Southern Star, Meng Hao looked at scenes of familiarity and strangeness around him. This is the hometown in his heart, the place where he grew up and practiced. It carries his laughter, his ideals, and his vigor. Even here, there is the atmosphere of his wedding with Xu Qing.
The wind and rain passed early, and the rainbow had already emerged. In the light of the rainbow in that morning, Meng Hao walked everywhere in the east earth. He came to the mountains of the ancient Taoist temple. The dangers that existed here are now seen by Meng Hao. To go, there is no point anymore.
He walked through the mountains, walked a ray of sky, walked into the world of the ancient dojo, saw the deep pit, here, he thought a lot.
The scenes of the year came to mind. At that time, he was holding a copper lamp and was hunted and killed by everyone. For several days and nights here, he experienced a baptism.
It was also that time that he truly entered the Ninth Mountain and Sea.
Standing outside the big pit at the moment, Meng Hao sighed, the years passed, the mountain is still the same mountain, the vegetation is the same, but the vegetation is no longer the life of the year, it looks the same, but in fact, it is blue in the memory.
After a long time, Meng Hao left.
From the east, to the north, and from the north, into the Tianhe Sea, walking on the Tianhe Sea, Meng Hao watched the waves and he thought of many things, such as the patron ancestor, the tenth ancestor of the Wang family, and the flowers on the other side.
Until Meng Hao crossed the Tianhe Sea and came to West Desert, the land of West Desert was still submerged by purple sea water without dissipating. The purple sea was calm, there was no vitality, only death.
Walking on the Purple Sea, Meng Hao looked around, walking away step by step.
He arrived at the place where the Wushen Bu was located. There, Meng Hao sank under the purple sea and saw the mountains, valleys, and everything that used to be.
When he walked out of the bottom of the sea, Meng Hao told himself that he wanted to remember all the traces of his life on the Southern Sky Star in his heart. Stepping on the Purple Sea, Meng Hao came to the mountain range of Duannan Mountain.
Looking at the endless mountain range, at the city gate that blocks the purple sea like a city wall, here... it is the ink soil.
Mo Tu is different from Meng Hao's memory. It is more prosperous here, with many monks, coming and going with the Southern Territory, driving the prosperity here, it seems that Southern Territory has accepted the repair of Mo Tu.
Whether it was the tribe of West Desert or Motu's own strength, they have cultivated their lives in these years, and they have become stronger and stronger.
In this land of ink soil, there were a lot of monks in the north. These people lived here for generations. They were cut off by Meng Hao. After a certain level, no matter how they practiced, they would not be able to improve, and their destiny was destined. Only here can atone for the invasion of the Northland that year.
The Wushen Tribe has become Motu's number one power, with a huge tribe and a large number of people, and the sects and forces that depend on their existence are more.
When Meng Hao walked into the ink soil, he saw one after another statues. These statues were large and small, but all parties would enshrine a statue.
And this statue engraved... It is Meng Hao!
The largest statue was even put in a large amount of spiritual stones, and the sun was shining, and it was colorful, erected on the highest mountain in the ink soil of the Wushen Bu.
It became the symbol of Motu and the spiritual sustenance of the Motu monks.
Every once in a while, the entire Wushen Department will surround the statue and worship the statue like an ancestor. Today, it is the day to worship the statue.
At this moment, when Meng Hao was standing above the largest statue, below him, and around the mountain peak, tens of thousands of people from the Wushen tribe were worshiping the statue.
No one can detect the appearance of Meng Hao, as if they and Meng Hao are no longer in the same world.
"Wu Shen Bu, worship the holy ancestor!" Among the tens of thousands, there are more than a dozen old men wearing Chinese clothes, with enthusiasm in the front of the statue, shouting when they raise their hands.
As they shouted, tens of thousands of people all around bowed and bowed, and their voices echoed in all directions. Everyone’s eyes showed enthusiasm. Looking at the statue, it seemed that if the statue had the will, a command came out. They can do it at all costs.
The statue of Meng Hao has replaced the totem and became the symbol of the monk monk.
Meng Hao was in mid-air, watching this scene, listening to the voices of the people below, he faintly noticed that there seemed to be some traces of incense on the statue that was worshipped by everyone. The traces were very light and looming.
"Wu Shen Bu, worship the fifth ancestor, worship the third ancestor!" When the dozen or so old men shouted again, the people below worshiped again, Meng Hao looked strange, he had already seen this statue of the Wu Shen Bu In addition to myself, there are also parrots, and even the bells on the ankles of the parrots are carved out.
This ancestor-like worship lasted a long time.
Meng Hao sighed lightly and was about to leave. Suddenly, he sighed slightly, his eyes showed a glimmer of light, stood there, and looked upward.
I saw that under the worship of these tens of thousands of monks, each of them exuded the power of incense in this frenzy, condensed on the statue, forming an invisible impact, rushing to the sky, making the sky A whirlpool appeared.
This whirlpool, the monks below couldn't see it, but in Meng Hao's eyes, there was nowhere to hide it.
As the whirlpool turned silently, a figure slowly appeared inside. This was a young man in a black robe. His appearance... actually resembled Meng Hao... very much.
Only behind, with black wings, he flew out proudly and slowly fell down. When he stood on top of the statue, he sat cross-legged and inhaled fiercely. The incense around him was immediately directed towards him. Pouring in.
He couldn't see Meng Hao, but Meng Hao recognized the young man in black at a glance, it was the bat monster that had followed him for a while!
And this monster is now actually transformed into a human form, and it looks very similar to its own appearance, here it steals the incense from the entire ink soil.
Meng Hao looked at the bat monster beast coldly, and at the same time, in his storage bag, the mastiff dog vibrated, opened his eyes violently, revealing a touch of blood, and at the same time a more icy breath exhaled.
"Are you interested in it?" Meng Hao thoughtfully, he thought of the so-called inverse spirit bat that was fused by the mastiff in the world of wind.
The winged young man in black was originally meditating with his eyes closed to absorb the incense from below, but suddenly, he shivered, opened his eyes suddenly, looked around suspiciously, and found nothing, but his heart , But there is always a kind of thrilling feeling, it seems that some catastrophe is about to come, making him uneasy.
He roared subconsciously, and a ripple spread out from him, spreading to the surroundings. When he approached Meng Hao, Meng Hao pointed his right hand, and the ripple suddenly disappeared from his body without any change.
The black-clothed youth frowned. He checked with his supernatural powers, but he didn't find any clues. He intentionally ignored it, but the sense of crisis was even stronger.
He was here to absorb these incense. For many years, he had never encountered such a thing. At this moment of vigilance, he simply gritted his teeth, his body flew up, and he was about to leave. He would rather not absorb the incense this time than to be there. Suffering in crisis.
But just as he was about to fly out, Meng Hao's eyes flashed sharply and he gave a cold snort.
This cold snort, as if descending from the illusion to the real world, from a faint moment into a sky thunder, the roaring directly changed the color of the sky and the world roared, the black-clothed youth screamed, and the whole person screamed. With a mouthful of blood, his figure could not be maintained in a state that outsiders couldn't see. When it was revealed in an instant, it was immediately seen by the tens of thousands of Crow God tribe members below.
Everyone was taken aback, especially the more than a dozen old men. After seeing the young man's face clearly, their expressions changed drastically, revealing unbelievable.
"Who!! Who attacked me!!" The black-clothed youth spurted blood, his voice was stern, and his heart was shocked, but what he heard before was not Meng Hao's cold snort, but Thunder.
Otherwise, he at this moment must be scared to lose the courage to speak.
"Holy Ancestor!!"
"It's Master Saint Ancestor, my God, Master Saint Ancestor has manifested!"
"Meet Master Saint Ancestor!!" The tens of thousands of members of the Wushen tribe below trembled one by one, followed by endless fanatical enthusiasm, and the more than a dozen elders even took a deep breath.
"I am Meng Hao, the sacred ancestor of this place. Whoever attacked, get out of me immediately!" The black-clothed youth opened his mouth fiercely. There was a strong light on his body, and the whole person looked like an immortal, with overwhelming aura.
"Interesting, if you are Meng Hao, then... who am I?" When Meng Hao spoke plainly, he walked forward, step by step into the world from nothingness, into the eyes of everyone here.
When the cultivators of the Wushen Tribe saw Meng Hao, they were once again taken aback, each look at a loss, unbelievable, they looked at Meng Hao, and then at the black-clothed young man. For a while, they didn’t know which one was true and which one was true. is fake.
In fact, without them needing to distinguish, the black-clothed youth's complexion changed dramatically the moment he saw Meng Hao, his eyes contracted, his breathing was rapid, his expression was shocked, and he screamed.
"Meng Hao... You... When did you come back!" As soon as the words came out, the young man in black had a numb scalp. He suddenly realized that the talented sky thunder was not the thunder at all, but the voice of Meng Hao, thinking of this, The black-clothed young man trembled and retreated fiercely, his whole body exploded at full speed and crashed away.
Meng Hao looked calm, watching the black-clothed youth who was going away, took a step forward, disappeared in an instant, and when he appeared, he was already in front of the black-clothed youth.
And on the ground at this moment, the tens of thousands of people from the Wu God Tribe trembled one by one, they had already determined that the second one who appeared was their holy ancestor.
"Meet the holy ancestor!!"
"Wu Shen Bu, pay homage to the holy ancestor!!"
The sound came out, the sky and the earth roared, and the entire ink soil shook at this moment.