As the sound echoed and spread all over the surrounding area, when the ink soil shook, there was a towering altar in this ink soil, in the Nawu God tribe. This altar was heavily guarded by the entire Wu God tribe. Second only to the existence of the sacred mountain.
Few people know why this altar is so special. There are clan rules in the clan rules of the Wushen tribe, allowing generations of clansmen to worship this altar in addition to enshrining the holy mountain.
On the edge of this altar, there is a courtyard. This courtyard is very ordinary and does not seem to be luxurious. However, in the eyes of the entire Wushen tribe, this courtyard is second only to the existence of the holy mountain and the altar.
Because there lived an old man in this yard. This old man has endless wisdom. He is the Dinghai god needle of the entire Wushen tribe. With him, the status of the Wushen tribe is supreme. With him, all the forces in Motu are not Dare to offend the Wushen tribe.
And this old man, he was the patriarch of the Wushen tribe, even if he is not now, but in the Wushen tribe, every generation of patriarchs will come to respectfully ask for a meeting if they encounter major events.
Moreover, he can dismiss any generation of patriarchs. It can be said that in the Wushen tribe, he is the real power holder.
But today, in this ink earth shaking, when the sound from the holy mountain spread from all directions, in this courtyard house, an old man who was sitting cross-legged and vicissitudes of life suddenly trembled. He opened his eyes and his eyes were muddy. When this moment dissipated, he breathed quickly and walked out abruptly. When he reached the courtyard, he raised his head and saw the presence of the sacred mountain in the distance at a glance.
At the same time, the altar shook violently at this instant, as if there was something in it, waking up from this altar, and rushing out.
In the sky, Meng Hao looked at the black-clothed youth coldly. His complexion changed drastically. When he was about to avoid him, Meng Hao raised his big sleeve with his right hand and flicked it. Unable to resist the strength of the youth. Suddenly curled up on his body, he let out a scream, his body burst open with a bang, turned into a bat, and he was about to escape.
"You can't escape." When Meng Hao spoke indifferently, he grabbed his right hand fiercely. Under this grasp, his palm seemed to have become a five-finger mountain, and he went straight to the bat to grab it.
The bat screamed in terror, with black and red light flashing all over it, as if it were moving, and went straight to the distance, in an endless moment, quickly fleeing, but no matter how it escaped, there were huge pillars around it. As if collapsing, when the bat crashed down, the bat laughed miserably, and could no longer resist it, being held down by this unrooted pillar.
Then the pillar disappeared and became Meng Hao's palm, and the bat was already held in his palm at this moment. Meng Hao looked calm and looked down at the people under the mountain.
"Master Meng Hao, is it... Is it you..." An old voice came from the courtyard of the Wushen Bu, the vicissitudes of life, at this moment, looked at Meng Hao in the sky with excitement.
At the same time, with a bang, the altar on the side exploded, and a white wolf suddenly flew out. When it roared to the sky, it saw Meng Hao. Its eyes were moist, and it flew out in an instant and went straight to Meng Hao. Come, beside Meng Hao, it made a whining sound, full of joy.
"Da Mao..." Meng Hao looked at the white giant wolf and murmured softly, his eyes fell on the old man in the courtyard of the Wushen Department. This old man was Wuchen.
"Wu Chen..." The young man who moved along with him back then appeared in front of Meng Hao's eyes. At this moment, the other person has become an old man. The scenes of the past, when Meng Hao's mind appeared, his expression was soft, his body swayed, and he descended to Wushen. Department.
"Wu Chen worships the holy ancestor!" Wu Chen was excited, and immediately knelt down. The members of the Wushen tribe around him stared at Meng Hao blankly. They are no strangers to Meng Hao. They are always worshipping the statue of Meng Hao. bye.
"Don't visit the saint ancestor yet!" Wu Chen turned his head and yelled, and immediately all the tribesmen in the tribe knelt down.
The entire Wushen tribe was a sensation, the entire ink soil was boiling, and the return of Meng Hao spread throughout the entire ink soil within a short period of time. The elders and patriarchs of countless tribes all dispatched to visit Meng Hao from all directions.
The Wushenbu hosted a huge feast for this purpose. After three full days, Meng Hao left. Before leaving, he gave Wuchen a lot of medicines and magic weapons. As for Da Mao, Meng Hao wanted Take it away, but after hesitating, he chose to stay.
It has been enshrined by the Wushen tribe for too long. For this place, it has already had deep emotions. It is willing to stay here and continue to guard. Meng Hao is silent. With his help, Da Mao’s cultivation base has been raised to a higher level. Make it get more lifespan.
Meng Hao, gone, stepped into the Southern Territory from Motu.
The entire Southern Star, Southern Territory, is the most memorable place for Meng Hao. He grew up here, fought here, met Xu Qing here, got married here, here... experienced everything.
He even fought for this place back then!
From Motu, the moment he stepped into the Southern Territory, Meng Hao found the familiarity in his memory, not the mountains and rivers, but the aura here.
The breath of home.
"Southern..." Meng Hao murmured softly, walking forward like an ordinary monk. He went to the Wangshengdong, the Tai'e Ancient Temple, and went to many places where he had left his mark, and that Various sects, as well as the Song family.
He just went to take a look and left.
Until, Meng Hao came to the place where Zhao was once, and there, he saw the lake. Around the lake, countless buildings were built. It became like a holy place, guarded by many monks, and even surrounded by it. Seal, no outsiders are allowed to step in.
These seals could not stop Meng Hao. He penetrated the seal directly while he was walking. When he appeared, he was already on the small island in the middle of the lake, looking at the surrounding vegetation and the lake rippling with blue waves, before Meng Hao’s eyes. , It seems that there are scenes of the first marriage with Xu Qing that year.
At that time, Pill Ghost hosted, Chu Yuyan was also here, and almost all the sect families came to congratulate him, and there were a lot of casual cultivators coming, and the surroundings were very lively.
At that time, the island was dressed up, beaming with lights and festoons...
With memories in his eyes, Meng Hao walked on this small island. What he saw in his eyes slowly overlapped with the memories in his mind, as if... Dreaming back to the past, returning to the wedding ceremony of the year.
"Qing'er..." Meng Hao murmured, with a tingling pain in his heart, and his eyes were blurred, vaguely, as if he saw a woman in a red dress standing in front of him, a little bit shy, but his eyes were very bright, looking at him Time, with softness, like autumn water.
Looking at the illusory figure in front of him, a smile appeared on Meng Hao's face. He walked on this small island. He was familiar with every place here. This is the home he and Xu Qing chose in the earliest days.
Time slowly passed. When dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the lake, reflecting a different kind of beauty, making this small island seem to be golden yellow. Standing on the edge of the island, Meng Hao looked at the lake with a little expression. decline.
At this moment, suddenly, a voice came from behind Meng Hao.
"En? Which sect's disciple are you, why are you here?" This voice was surprised and even more questioning. When Meng Hao turned around, he glanced at the three monks walking out from the island behind him.
These three people, two men and one woman. When Meng Hao came to this island before, he saw them. At that time, these three people were cleaning the island. Their expressions were pious. After seeing Meng Hao, he didn't bother him. , But walking on the island.
"This place is a holy place, you are not allowed to enter, if you trespass, you must be punished severely, get your access token!" The woman was young, and she spoke sharply when she spoke. The two men next to her Immediately, his eyes were sharp, and he scattered and surrounded Meng Hao faintly.
"I don't have a token." Meng Hao shook his head. At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face. After the three monks saw it, one of the men was taken aback. He felt that Meng Hao was a bit familiar, but he did. It feels like the other two men and women are the same, but now it's not time to think about it, when they hear Meng Hao actually say that they don't have a token, the expressions of the three of them change drastically.
"Bold, the former residence of the saint ancestor, any monk in the entire southern region, without permission, can't step into this place for half a step, what kind of place do you think this is, you dare to break in without authorization and desecrate the holy place!!" The woman immediately angered, pinching her right hand. At the time of the tactic, the magic spell was turned out, and he took out a jade slip, and immediately crushed it to notify the fellow outsider.
"I didn't regard this as a place. This... is my home." Meng Hao said softly.
"Your home? It's ridiculous, this is the former residence of the saint ancestor, here..." One of the men sneered, pinching his right hand, magical magic.
Meng Hao did not excuse, shook his head, with reminiscences in his eyes, and sighed slightly. When he took a step, his figure disappeared.
Almost as soon as he disappeared, the spells of the three cultivators, one woman, two men, flew out at the same time, but they fell into nothingness. They were shocked as they watched Meng Hao's figure disappear. After looking at each other, they all Feel amazed inside.
"Do you think this person looks familiar?" The woman subconsciously spoke, and almost at the same time she spoke, the man on the side also subconsciously said something.
"He said this is his home? But this is the former residence of the ancestor. Who does he think he is and thinks he is the ancestor?" The man suddenly opened his eyes when he finished speaking. The other two monks were all at this moment. His expression changed drastically, he took a deep breath, and lost his voice unbelievably.
"Holy Ancestor!!"
"He... he looks exactly the same as the saint ancestor!!"
When the three of them were shocked, dozens of Changhong came from a distance. When the first person was an old man, his face was not angry and pretentious, and his eyes showed anger as the moment approached.
"Who ate Fengxin Longdan, dare to break into the former residence of the ancestor!!"