With the arrival of the old man, he waved his hand, and suddenly the dozens of people behind him all dispersed, turned into a long rainbow, and immediately swept across the entire island to search for verification.

And this old man, his divine consciousness is spreading, trying to find it, but he found nothing, when he frowned, he asked the woman, two men, and three monks who were warning him.

When he heard the three of them say that the intruder's appearance was exactly the same as that of the Holy Ancestor, the old man's face changed, and then, when he heard the three of them say that this place was his home, the old man gasped.

At this moment, immediately in the old man's storage bag, a jade slip flew out, shining, after he grabbed it, his consciousness swept away, his face was shocked, and he gritted his teeth for a while.

"Found this man, he ...... He's in the ancestral pavilion in the heart of the island!" the old man shook his body and went straight to the center of the island, and even more announced, and soon, all the monks scattered on the island came straight to this place.

The three monks also immediately followed, they were very nervous at the moment, and the reason for their nervousness was not that someone had broken into this place, but the identity of the intruder!

Soon, the old man came to the center of the island, and as soon as he arrived, he saw that his disciple who had previously used the jade slip to convey the sound to sù was kneeling there tremblingly, and in front of this person was the ancestral pavilion.

This ancestral pavilion is a wooden house, very ordinary, nothing unusual, and even over the years, many monks have come here to worship, there is curiosity in their hearts, I don't know why this completely ordinary wooden house can be called the ancestral pavilion.

At this moment, in this wooden house, Meng Hao was standing there with his back to them, looking at the qi qi in the wooden house. His gaze was soft. He saw it in the cabin. There are two statues, sitting together, gazing at each other.

Both statues are wearing red robes, which are the clothes worn when they are married, smiling at each other, holding hands, and the statues have their charm, as if they were real people.

One is Meng Hao. One is Xu Qing......

Meng Hao stood there, looking at the two statues, as if he was stunned, and memories came to 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 and indescribable coercion from Meng Hao, but fortunately, this coercion did not disperse. In this old man's feeling, if it is scattered. In an instant, this place will be wiped out.

He gasped, he didn't dare to speak, but stood there respectfully, no matter who the identity of the person in front of him was, this kind of cultivation, even if he blocked it, he couldn't stop it, but secretly, he had crushed the jade slip, and let the strong people of the sect rush over.

As for the disciples who had been searching around before, they all came one by one at this moment, and they all stood outside the ancestral pavilion, not daring to speak, and their hearts were beating in shock.

"Who carved these two statues?" After a while, Meng Hao suddenly spoke, and when the voice came out, the old man trembled in his heart and replied subconsciously.

"Yes...... It is all the predecessors who knew the Holy Ancestor in the Southern Regions and carved together. ”

"You, are you a disciple 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 person was like being thundered, and he stayed there, not only him, but all the monks here.

Almost subconsciously, their gaze moved away from Meng Hao and landed on the statue they could see behind Meng Hao.

Same!!

It's just that the real person in front of him seems to have some vicissitudes, and he is not as young as the statue engraved.

"You...... You're ......," the old man muttered as he breathed heavily.

"I'm Meng Hao. Meng Hao said calmly.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

"Actually...... It's the Holy Ancestor, this ...... How is this possible!"

When the old man and those disciples were all in an uproar, in the distant sky, there was an angry roar, at least hundreds of Changhong, roaring, and at the front was a middle-aged man, he originally looked angry, but when he approached, the moment he saw Meng Hao, he was stunned there.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

There was an uproar all around, Meng Hao groaned, and said slowly.

"I want to be alone, stay here for one night, all these years, thank you for helping me take care of this place. Meng Hao said, with a wave of his right hand in the void, hundreds of bottles of pills flew out and fell towards everyone.

After turning around, Meng Hao walked into the wooden house, the door of the house slowly closed, and soon, the light of the light was revealed along the paper window of the wooden house.

Outside the wooden house, there was silence, the middle-aged man who came, with hundreds of people, all of them couldn't believe it at this moment, looked at each other, transmitted sound to each other, and didn't dare to speak loudly, soon, they retreated, sat cross-legged around, and the transmission of jade slips was transmitted back to the Blood Demon Mountain from them in a very short time, and from the Blood Demon Mountain, it spread throughout the entire Southern Region.

This night, for Meng Hao, it was one of the few emotional revelations after he left Nantianxing, and it was also a rare time of calm and tranquility, he sat in this wooden house, looking at the statues of himself and Xu Qing, and kept looking at it, as if he had forgotten the time.

But this night, for the entire Southern Regions, was a sleepless night, with the news that Meng Hao's figure appeared on the Holy Island, and after it spread to all the sects and families in the entire Southern Regions, countless monks of the older generation who had fought with Meng Hao were all moved.

For many years, since Meng Hao left, it has not been rumored that Meng Hao's figure has appeared, but this time, it seems to be different, in the news from the Blood Demon Sect, it is clearly stated that this person who is suspected of Meng Hao has a high cultivation and is unfathomable.

And the most important thing is that he is on the Holy Island, so whether he is or not, the powerhouses of the entire Southern Regions will rush there immediately without hesitation, if it is really Meng Hao, they will worship, if not...... Then the Holy Ancestor who dares to blaspheme the entire Southern Regions will have to bear the wrath from the entire Southern Regions.

Meng Hao's identity, in the Southern Regions, with the battle that year, has long been supreme, and he has been recognized as the three great holy ancestors by the monks of the Southern Regions, the other two, one is a Dan ghost, and the other is the ancestor of the Song family.

In that battle, all the peak powerhouses in the Southern Regions were left, and then the Dan ghost became an immortal and left, becoming a mythical and legendary figure, and the ancestor of the Song family was too seriously injured to retreat.

Meng Hao was here, and then left, but because of Meng Hao's seal on the northern land, the aura of the southern region gradually recovered, and the sin mountain was still there, which made Meng Hao's name more brilliant.

And the Ziyun Sect, as well as the Song family, have also become holy places, alongside the Blood Demon Sect, and have become the three pinnacle forces in the Southern Regions today, and this island, because of the shock of the wedding that year, was defined as a holy island by the monks of the entire Southern Regions, in order to honor Meng Hao and Xu Qing.

On this night, all the sects in the Southern Regions, whether they were the older generation who participated in that war back then, or those 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 had been in retreat all the year round, also opened his eyes to the vicissitudes of life, and after listening to the clansmen report the matter to him, he was silent for a moment, slowly stood up, walked out of the Song family with vicissitudes and tiredness, and went straight to the holy island with the clansmen of the Song family.

The dispatch of the ancestor of the Song family made this southern region even more sensational, and overnight, the eyes and discussions of almost all the monks were condensed on the holy island!

At midnight, the ancestor of the Song family came to the holy island, and he was followed by many people from the Song family, among whom there was a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face, although there were a few vicissitudes, but it could still be seen that when she was young, she must have been a beautiful woman.

She is none other than Song Jia.

Because of Meng Hao, Song Jia has a very special status in the entire Song clan, and over the years, she has not formed a Taoist couple with others, and has always practiced silently alone.

It wasn't until this night, when the news of Meng Hao's return came out, that she walked out of the retreat and calmly accompanied the ancestor of the Song family to come together.

The arrival of the ancestor of the Song family immediately shook all the monks on this holy island, and after they all met each other, they dispersed the road with each other, so that the ancestor of the Song family came to the wooden house.

He looked at the lights shining through the paper windows of the wooden house, his dim eyes gradually revealed his essence, and his old body slowly became like an unsheathed treasure knife, exuding a fierce momentum.

Around him, the monks here were all very nervous, and they all looked at the ancestor of the Song family.

"Is it Brother Meng!" The ancestor of the Song family took a deep breath and suddenly spoke, his voice roared like thunder, spreading in all directions, making the sky tremble, the earth trembled faintly, and the surrounding lakes set off endless ripples.

"Senior Song, please come in. Half an hour later, Meng Hao's voice with emotion came from the wooden house, and with the sound coming out, the door of the wooden house slowly opened, and Meng Hao's figure appeared in the eyes of everyone, he looked at the ancestor of the Song family, with a look of reminiscence, as if returning to the past, a group of them stopped the invasion of the north.

At the moment of seeing Meng Hao, the Song family ancestor's eyes were strong, and after he looked at it carefully, his body trembled slightly, and he looked up to the sky and laughed, with joy in his smile, and even more excitement to see the old people.

As he walked, he walked towards Meng Hao, and after stepping into the wooden house, the door of the wooden house slowly closed.

"It's him......" Song Jia was in the crowd, looking at Meng Hao, who had shown her figure before, she muttered softly, her eyes were a little complicated.

The time of the night passed slowly, and outside this wooden house, more and more monks came, Ziyun Sect, Blood Demon Sect, but all the monks who resisted the invasion of the Northern Land with Meng Hao back then came, until inside and outside this holy island, there were monks, and even on the edge of the lake on the holy island, there were dense monks around, and everyone's eyes were full of respect, like a pilgrimage.

They knew that the ancestor of the Song family had entered the wooden house, and this represented only one thing...... The other party, indeed, is the Holy Ancestor Meng Hao who left back then!

This news made everyone excited, and everyone looked forward to it, the monks who fought on the battlefield with Meng Hao hoped to take another look at their comrades-in-arms back then, those who did not have the opportunity to see Meng Hao, hoping to see the demeanor of the Holy Ancestor.

No one spoke, kept quiet, waiting for the moment the door opened. (To be continued......)