With the arrival of the old man, he waved his hand, and the dozens of people behind him suddenly dispersed and turned into rainbows, which immediately swept across the island to search and verify.
And this old man, the divine consciousness spread, tried to find, but found nothing. When he frowned, he asked the three monks and the female and two men who were warning.
When the three people said that the intruder looked exactly like the saint ancestor, the old man's expression changed. Then, when the three people said that this place was his home, the old man took a deep breath. .
At this moment, a jade slip flew out of the old man's storage bag, which was gleaming. After he grabbed it, his consciousness swept away, his face was uncertain, and he gritted his teeth for a long while.
"I found this person, he... he is in the ancestral pavilion of the island center!" The old man shook his body, went straight to the center of the island, and even announced it. Soon, all the monks scattered on the island came straight to this place. .
The three monks immediately followed. They were very nervous at the moment. The reason for their nervousness was not that someone broke into here, but the identity of the intruder!
Soon, the old man came to the center of the island. As soon as he arrived, he saw the disciple who had told his disciple through the jade slip that he was kneeling there tremblingly at the moment, and the front of this person was the ancestor pavilion.
This ancestral pavilion is a wooden house. It is very common. There is nothing surprising about it. Even over the years, many monks have been curious when they come here to worship. I don’t know why this completely ordinary wooden house can be called ancestral pavilion. .
At this moment, in this wooden house, Meng Hao was standing there with his back to them, looking at everything in the wooden house. His eyes were soft. He saw in this wooden house two statues sitting together, staring at each other.
The two statues are wearing red robes, which are the clothes worn when they got married, smiling at each other and holding hands. The statues have their charm, like real people.
One is Meng Hao, the other is Xu Qing...
Meng Hao stood there, looking at the two statues, as if stunned, his memory appeared in his mind like a tide.
Outside the ancestral pavilion, the old man looked at Meng Hao’s back, and with just a glance, he felt the terrifying indescribable pressure from Meng Hao. Fortunately, the pressure did not disperse. The old man felt that if it was Disperse, then in an instant, everything here will be wiped out.
He took a deep breath, didn't dare to speak, but stood there respectfully, no matter who the person in front of him was, this kind of cultivation level, even if he blocked it, he couldn't stop it, but secretly, he had crushed it. Yujian, let the powerhouse of the sect come as soon as possible.
As for the disciples who had searched around before, they all came here one by one, standing outside the ancestral pavilion, not daring to speak, one by one was frightened.
"Who carved these two statues?" After a while, Meng Hao suddenly spoke. When the voice came out, the old man trembled in his heart and answered subconsciously.
"Yes... It's all the ancestors of the Southern Territory who have met the ancestors, and they work together to carve."
"You are the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect?" Meng Hao turned around and looked at the old man.
The old man nodded and was about to speak, but after seeing Meng Hao's face, his whole body seemed to be roared by thunder, staying there, not only him, but all the monks here were all stunned.
Almost subconsciously, their eyes moved away from Meng Hao and fell behind Meng Hao, on the statue they could see.
It's exactly the same! !
However, the real person in front of him seemed to have some vicissitudes, not as young as the statue engraved.
"You... You are..." the old man murmured, short of breath.
"I am Meng Hao." Meng Hao said calmly.
"Holy Ancestor!!"
"Actually... It's the Holy Ancestor, this... how is this possible!"
When the old man and the disciples were all in an uproar, there was a roar in the sky in the distance. At least hundreds of changhongs came from the sky. At the front was a middle-aged man. The moment he saw Meng Hao, he was just as stunned.
"Holy Ancestor!!"
There was a sudden uproar in the surroundings, Meng Hao groaned and said slowly.
"I want to stay here for one night alone, these years, thank you for helping me take care of this place." Meng Hao said, with a wave of his right hand, hundreds of bottles of pills flew out and fell to everyone.
After turning around, Meng Hao walked into the wooden house. The door of this house slowly closed. Soon, the light of the lights appeared along the paper windows of the wooden house.
Outside the wooden house, there was silence. The middle-aged man who came along, with hundreds of people, couldn't believe them at this moment. They looked at each other and spoke to each other. They didn't dare to speak loudly. Soon, they backed away cross-legged. Sitting around, the sound transmission of the jade slips spread back to the Blood Demon Mountain from them in a very short time, and from the Blood Demon Mountain to the entire southern region.
This night, for Meng Hao, after he left Nantianxing, he did not show much emotion, but also did not show much peace and tranquility. He sat in this wooden house and looked at the statue of himself and Xu Qing. I kept watching like this, as if I had forgotten the time.
But this night, for the entire Southern Territory, was a sleepless night. Following the news that the suspected Meng Hao figure appeared on the Holy Island, after spreading to all the sects and families of the entire Southern Territory, countless people had been with Meng Hao. The older generation of monks who Hao fought together were all moved.
For many years, since Meng Hao left, it’s not that there hasn’t been a case of the appearance of a suspected Meng Hao figure, but this time, it seems to be different. In the news from the Blood Demon Sect, it is clearly stated that this person is suspected of Meng Hao. , The cultivation base is so high that it is unfathomable.
And the most important thing is that he is on the holy island, so no matter if he is or not, the powerhouses of the entire Southern Territory will rush away without hesitation. If it is really Meng Hao, they will worship, if not... then If you dare to desecrate the saint ancestors of the entire southern region, you will endure the anger from the entire southern region.
In the Southern Region, Meng Hao's identity has long been supreme following that year's battle, and has been recognized by the Southern Region monks as the three great ancestors. The other two, one is the pill ghost and the other is the ancestor of the Song family.
In that battle, all the peak powers in the Southern Territory were left with the three of them. Then the pill ghosts left and became legendary characters. The Song family ancestors were injured too badly to retreat. .
Meng Hao was here and then left, but because of Meng Hao's seal to the North, the aura of the Southern Territory gradually recovered, and the Mountain of Sin was still there, making Meng Hao's name even more glorious.
And Zi Yunzong, as well as the Song family, have also become sacred places, juxtaposed with the blood demon sect, and become the three pinnacle forces in the southern region. And this island was also shocked by the entire southern region due to the shock of the wedding that year. The monks of the monks are defined as the holy island to honor Meng Hao and Xu Qing.
That night, all the sects of the Southern Territory, whether they were the older generation who participated in that war or those who were born later, all flew out and went straight to the holy island.
Even... In the depths of the Song family, the ancestor of the Song family, who has been closed for many years, also opened the vicissitudes of life. After listening to the tribe’s report to him, he was silent for a moment, and slowly stood up, with vicissitudes and fatigue, Walking out of the Song family, with the people of the Song family, went straight to the holy island.
The Song family ancestor's dispatch made this southern region even more sensational. Overnight, almost all the monks' eyes and discussions were concentrated on the holy island!
At midnight, the ancestor of the Song family came to the holy island. He was followed by many members of the Song family. Among them was a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face. Although there was a slight vicissitudes of life, she could still tell that she must have been beautiful when she was young. Woman.
She is Song Jia.
Because of Meng Hao's reasons, Song Jia has a special status in the entire Song Clan. Over the years, she has not formed a Taoist couple with others, and has always been alone and quietly practicing.
Until this night, when news of Meng Hao's return came out, she walked out of the retreat and calmly accompanied the ancestors of the Song family to come together.
The arrival of the Song family ancestor immediately shocked all the monks on the holy island. After meeting together, they scattered the roads, causing the Song family ancestors to come to the wooden house.
He looked at the lights shining from the paper window of the wooden house, and his dim eyes gradually revealed his dignified, old-fashioned body, slowly exuding a fierce aura like an unsheathed sword.
Around him, the monks here were very nervous, looking at the ancestors of the Song family.
"Is it Brother Meng!" The ancestor of the Song family took a deep breath and spoke suddenly. The sound was like a thunder roar, spreading everywhere, causing the sky to roll, the earth trembling, and the surrounding lakes, causing endless ripples.
"Senior Song, please come in." After a while, Meng Hao's voice with emotion came from the wooden house. With the sound, the door of the wooden house slowly opened, and Meng Hao's figure appeared in everyone's eyes. , He looked at the ancestors of the Song family with a look of reminiscence, as if he had returned to the scenes when a group of them prevented the invasion of the Northland.
The moment he saw Meng Hao, the ancestors of the Song family had sharp sharp eyes. After he took a closer look, his body trembled slightly, and he laughed up to the sky, with joy in his smile, and even more exhilarating when he met.
While walking, walked towards Meng Hao, and after stepping into the wooden house, the door of the wooden house slowly closed again.
"It's him..." Song Jia was in the crowd, looking at Meng Hao, who was exposed before, and she murmured softly, her eyes a little complicated.
One night's time slowly passed. Outside this wooden house, more and more monks came, the Purple Yunzong, the Blood Demon Sect, but all the monks who resisted the invasion of the North with Meng Hao back then came, until this holy island Inside and outside, there are monks. Even on the edge of the holy island lake, there are densely packed monks. Everyone has respect in their eyes, like a pilgrimage.
They knew that the ancestor of the Song family had entered the wooden house, and there was only one thing that this represented... The other party, indeed, was the saint ancestor Meng Hao who had left that year!
This news excites everyone and makes everyone look forward to it. The monks who fought with Meng Hao on the battlefield hope to take another look at the comrades in the past. Those who have not had the opportunity to meet Meng Hao hope to see the saint ancestor style.
No one speaks, keep quiet, and wait for the moment the door opens.